Every Orc warrior was told that their mission this time was to save the world. Even though it sounded ridiculous, the Orcs cherished this brand new territory after losing their homeland and being slaves for more than ten years.
Although it was barren, it was still much better than 'our world', which was shrinking every year and constantly rotting and collapsing. It was many times better than being a slave who had nothing.
Upon hearing that the damned devils dared to encroach on their new territory, the Orcs roared and swore to teach them a lesson!
With the Shaman's explanation and the magnified projection, they knew very well how powerful their enemies were and how huge their bodies were. They had also imagined that there would be an endless sea of corpses in front of them, or an army of demons with war banners covering the sky.
But no one had imagined that the enemies would appear in such a situation.
If the enemies didn't cross the mountain directly, they would take the normal route and pass through Mount Hyjal's Gray Valley to the south before heading to Felwood Forest to the west. Then, they would crash into the only entrance of Mount Hyjal and the fortified camp that the Orcs built over the past few days.
The Burning Legion, who should've been enraged by the death of their frontline commander, didn't speed up or slow down. Instead, they reached Gray Valley at a speed of 150 kilometers per day.
Even though the Undead Army had paid the price of marching day and night and far exceeded the limits of an ordinary army, it was still within the budget of the three main factions.
Then, the Burning Legion ignored Felwood Forest and arrived at the mountain pass of Mount Hyjal.
They relied on a gigantic monster that could make most of the defensive lines in this world a joke.
Even from Duque's perspective as a transmigrator, this was an exaggerated and ridiculous matter. Under the image transmission of the Mage's Eyes, Duque saw a BOSS that shouldn't be here.
While the tribe at the foot of the mountain was shocked by the sudden explosion, Duque had already sketched the outline of the gigantic monster with the system's assistance.
Duque finally knew what Archimonde was doing in the Boundless Ocean …
The orcs at the foot of the mountain camp were shocked by the landslide three kilometers away. Saar could only blankly shout, "Everyone, be on guard!" At that time, Duque decisively used the backdoor that the Night Elves had left for him to activate the teleportation according to the coordinates he had set in the Orc camp.
In less than ten seconds, Duque's figure appeared in the middle of the tribe's campsite.
Of course, Sal noticed the light of the portal. Almost as soon as Duque's figure appeared, Sal rushed over with his guards.
"Marcus! Do you know what that thing is? "
"I know! A burrowing worm! Let's talk about the details later! Evacuate the center of the camp immediately. It doesn't matter even if the entire camp is evacuated! "Duque shouted while waving his arms and legs.
Sal's face darkened.
Retreating before the battle even started was definitely an insult to the bravery of the Beastmen.
If it was someone else, he would have used the [Hammer of Destruction] to smash that guy's face into paste. But that was Duque, the brave Duke Marcus who had just risked his life to kill a commander of the Burning Legion the day before. Even the orcs who disliked Duque had to show respect for Duque's method of going deep into the enemy's midst and seizing the flag.
Sal only hesitated for a second before blowing the horn that represented the retreat of the entire army.
The order conveyed by the horn could not be completely carried out.
Only the Warsong clan could carry out the order better. After more than ten years of guerrilla life, they had thoroughly trained an elite and strong army. Slightly better was the Frostwolf clan. After all, it was Sal's father's clan. Sal had perfectly inherited the power of the old patriarch Durotan. Most of the other orcs from the other clans were slaves and seriously lacked discipline. It just so happened that this group of orcs was the most numerous.
The orcs were in a mess, but the terrifying behemoth in the distance once again drilled into the ground and rushed towards the orc camp at a speed faster than a horse's gallop!
It dug a hole in the ground like an earthworm. Every time it moved underground, it would cause the earth to bulge and shake. It was like a long-lasting earthquake that swept across the entire Orc Camp. Not many mortals could stand steadily in such a violent earthquake.
From far to near, the ground bulged bit by bit. It was as if there was an invisible hand that could reach the heavens and the earth pushing a hill towards the tribe's camp.
Closer.
Closer …
Closer!!
The tribal warriors had expressions of despair as they watched the moving hill with rocks tumbling outwards collide with the tribe's camp at high speed.
In the next second, whether it was the tauren warriors that weighed nearly a ton, the wooden walls made of huge logs that required two people to wrap their arms around them, or the tall arrow towers that were thick and sturdy, they were all knocked into the sky by this terrifying impact that was beyond the imagination of mortals.
Not to mention the orc warriors that only weighed "a mere" two to three hundred kilograms.
From afar, those green orc warriors were no different from dolls.
This was just the beginning.
In the next moment, it was as if a long howl rose in everyone's heart. This sharp howl came from the dark underground world, from the distant ancient times, from the most ancient continent of Kalimdor, which was still ruled by the four ancient gods and the elemental lords.
The violent howl pierced straight into the deepest part of everyone's heart, evoking their most primitive instinctive fear. It directly made everyone forget to breathe and forget their heartbeat.
Those with slightly weaker physiques and willpower directly fainted because their hearts were too nervous and suddenly contracted.
At this moment, the center of the entire tribe's camp exploded.
Like a volcanic eruption, countless sand directly exploded from the bottom to the top. Many unlucky people who had just been knocked flying had just begun to fall from the sky, but were once again knocked into the sky by the terrifying impact.
And among this group of pitiful people, there was impressively the group of priests that Duque had specially provided for the orcs.
Coincidentally, the young priest, Sally Maytwain, was also among them.
As a priest, she had [Holy Word: Shield], a rather practical life-saving skill that was not considered heaven-defying but rather practical. As a talented priest, the moment Sally was knocked flying, she cast a Holy Word: Shield on herself that was flickering with a faint white light. The milky white light shield resisted the flying rocks very well.
She even cast a [Levitation] on herself to avoid falling to her death from a high altitude.
However, in the next moment, she fell into the deepest depths of fear and despair.
Because below her, the tribe's camp that was originally filled with various defensive structures had disappeared. What replaced it was a huge mouth with at least ten thousand sharp fangs that stretched out from the deep black hole.
She was slowly falling into the mouth that was enough to swallow a small town.
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