There was Long Aotian on Earth.
There was Aurora in Azeroth.
Yes, it was referring to Ouro, the crazy super burrowing worm.
The reason why he was called crazy was because he could be seen in any ranking of the most difficult bosses in Azeroth. Some of the rankings were first, some were third, and some were fourth. Anyway, his craziness had never dropped out of the top five.
Note that these were the rankings that were made from the time when Varian Wrynn was still a kid to the time when Varian's son, Anduin Varian, had grown up. It spanned across decades of Azeroth's history, and after looking at the Bosses of the seven major versions of the Instance Dungeons with a three-digit number.
Hence, after seeing Ouro's iconic red carapace and scythe-like long legs, Duque felt a little annoyed.
Damn it, I came to Azeroth to start a harem. Oh, no, I came to save the world! I didn't ask you to open the Hell difficulty so easily!
Speaking of which, aren't you the younger brother of the ancient god C 'Thun?
The invasion of the Burning Legion has nothing to do with you four ancient gods!
Burning Legion? If Azeroth explodes, will you four ancient gods still be able to survive?
This time, Duque finally understood why the Archerons would go against the course of history and stay in the Endless Ocean for so long just to negotiate with C 'Thun!
During the Dark Empire era when the ancient gods ran rampant, the four ancient gods and the Lord of Elements ruled the entire world. Before the Well of Eternity exploded, the entire southwest part of the old Kalimdor continent was C 'Thun's territory.
In ancient times, after the four ancient gods of Azeroth were sealed in a planet by the Titans, these four guys did not stay still. For example, N 'Zoth would say "you're a loli" to Nesario ten thousand times every day, hypnotizing the silly black dragon to become his fighter.
Another example was that, according to the course of history, C 'Thun would jump out about ten years later. Ahn' Qiraj, who was in the south of Silithus, would jump out and seek death. Then, he would be killed by 40 bandit-like heroes summoned by the Alliance and the Horde.
Duke hated the disgusting insect that was Oro for running off to the wrong set. However, with the experience of Baron Geddon running out to scare people during the battle of Blackrock Mountain, Duque was a little immune to this kind of scare.
It was just that … after seeing the Giant Sandworm Boss Ouro in person, he felt that the proportions were too exaggerated.
Oro's leg alone was at least three hundred meters long. At first, he felt that Oro's mouth was too big, but when compared to his massive body, which had a diameter of fifty to sixty meters, he felt that only such a big mouth could match his body size.
Originally, when the Burning Legion fought Mount Hyjal, Duque felt that the Burning Legion was breaking the rules.
Now that Ouro had entered the fray, Duque felt as if his opponent was an official cheat.
Damn it, how was he supposed to fight?
On the other side, the tribe had been tricked. Naturally, there were people who were unhappy.
Grom Hell roared and leapt high into the air, preparing to use Bloodhowl to deal a heavy blow to Oro.
Then, Lord Howl was amused.
Oro was not just a simple Giant Sandworm. He had claws, and it seemed that Lord Howl's shocking roar and aura had finally alerted Oro. This giant worm with a crimson back popped out a claw that looked like a crab's claw.
As one of Oro's four pairs of claws below his head, it was no different from a battering ram.
The mighty Lord Howl was sent flying like a high fly ball in a home run.
"Whoosh!" He flew out like a shooting star.
The thick-skinned Lord Howl would definitely not die, but if his pride was damaged, Duque could not care less.
Duque's face turned green. He immediately contacted the manager of Mount Hyjal through magic. "Hey! Tyrande! You see the situation at the foot of the mountain? If the Night Elves have any tricks up their sleeves, use them. If you leave this worm alone, you'll be able to smell Archimonde's bad breath on Mount Hyjal before noon! "
"But … we are accumulating our strength." Tyrande seemed to be in a difficult position in the magic mirror.
Duque almost cursed out loud. "There are no buts. I know how strong Archimonde's subordinates are. Without this damned worm, as long as Archimonde does not come, I can help the Night Elves hold on for at least three days! With the worm, we can't even hold on for three hours! "
At this moment, Malfurion's bearded face appeared in the magic mirror. "Plans cannot keep up with changes. Besides, we have been preparing for ten thousand years. It's not like we only have one move. Duke Marcus, can you swear to defend the mountainside for at least 24 hours with your life? "
Duque gritted his teeth. "If Archimonde does not fight personally, I can."
"Alright, the Night Elves believe you!"
With that, Malfurion cut off the communication.
The next second, in the Orc camp at the foot of the mountain, countless grass began to grow crazily. They all grew into green arrowheads the size of a human's arm, repeatedly shouting in Orc language, "Danger! Danger! Please retreat quickly! "
Not only them, but Duque also shouted in Orc language with magic amplification. "Retreat quickly! The Night Elves are going to use their ultimate move! "
Thrall's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He had painstakingly organized a thousand-man team in the midst of the chaos. On one hand, he needed someone to cover his retreat, and on the other hand, he wanted to defend his honor by attacking this ridiculously huge worm. Unexpectedly, both Duque and the Night Elves announced that they were going to use their ultimate move at the same time.
Wokin also advised, "Retreat!"
They had no choice but to retreat.
Even if the Orcs had lost unjustly, a defeat was a defeat. Thrall gritted his teeth, but he could only give the order, "Retreat …"
Oro was still wreaking havoc. The huge Orc camp was like a toy made of building blocks, easily smashed by his claws and twisting body.
Countless broken pieces of wood and Orc limbs flew into the sky and scattered in all directions.
Just as Oro's rampage reached its peak, the earth suddenly shook.
Thud.
Thud!
"Dong —"
From the initial blurry tremor, to a clear tremor a second later, to a sharp tremor two seconds later, no matter how large Oro's body was, even if he did not pay attention to his surroundings, he would still realize that something was wrong.
The World Tree Nordrassil itself was a symbol of life, and as the World Tree that repaired the wounds of the world, it was even more blessed.
Mount Hyjal had always been a place where plants flourished and life flourished endlessly.
But at this moment, the surrounding greenery became even more exaggerated.
The thick green was like the thickest haze, swirling around Oro's massive body.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, a massive log that would require at least five people to wrap their arms around it broke out of the ground and slammed into Oro's massive body.
Oro did not care. With a casual wave of his scythe-like claws, the giant log was split in half.
In the giant insect's mind, this might be a spell of insignificant human beings, but it didn't care.
It was wrong.
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