Die!
Die!
Quickly die!
The three major factions that had once been at odds with each other now shared the same sentiment, which was to hope that the big bug that had turned the base camp upside down would die quickly!
Ouro's appearance had rendered many people's plans useless.
Duque had miscalculated the Ancient Gods. After all, the original location of the Endless Sea should have been the territory of one of the four Ancient Gods, Ya Shaji, during the era of the ancient Dark Empire. After the Well of Eternity blew up the ancient Kalimdor continent, the High Elves who had once served the Burning Legion occupied the deep sea on the surface.
In reality, the area surrounded by the whirlpool in the middle of the Endless Sea was not just seawater. There were also sporadic islands. Obviously, there were the followers of the four Ancient Gods left there. Then, those people introduced the Burning Legion to the four Ancient Gods.
Ouro's appearance had caused the Tribe's backup plan to fail. Taking one step forward and calculating three steps ahead was a necessary trait of a leader. Thrall letting the Tribe join the temporary alliance was for the sake of the world. But on the other hand, this was also a great opportunity for the Tribe to show off their muscles to the Night Elves.
Everyone knew that if they killed a demigod, the Night Elves would definitely remember this grudge in their little black book. If the crisis of the world's destruction was resolved, then the territorial disputes around Gray Valley and the Barren Lands could be foreseen.
But with Ouro's arrival, the Tribe's army had been devoured by 30% without even putting up a fight. How could Thrall not be angry?
The Night Elves did not have it easy either.
Whether it was the ultimate skill that the Druids had prepared like 'Descent of the Tree World' or Tyrande's [Starfall], they both consumed a lot of magic power. They were definitely going to use it to fight the Burning Legion, but now it had been used up by a big bug. How could they not be angry?
No wonder Tyrande had insisted that Duque make a promise and lead the Alliance to hold the mountain for a little longer.
Alright, Ouro had to die!
Even if he died a little slower, it would be a sin!
With this in mind, everyone watched fervently as Ouro fell, twitching in pain, struggling … struggling … and struggling …
Wait!
No!
This guy —
He's not dead yet!!!
The gigantic worm that occupied almost everyone's field of vision did indeed look like it was twitching on the verge of death. Everyone tacitly did not surround it. Everyone knew that the struggle of a cornered beast was the most terrifying, and the dying prey was the prey that resisted the most fiercely.
Soon, everyone realized that something was wrong.
That's right, the meteor falling from the sky had pierced through Oro's body, and everyone could clearly see that even his spine had been completely broken.
The life force of the arthropod boss, Ouro, was beyond imagination. He was showing signs of self-healing. Countless tendon-like tentacles extended from the cross-section of his spine toward his head, attempting to reattach the broken spine that was still spewing yellow fluid.
Every big shot of the Alliance, Tribe, and Night Elves looked gloomy when they saw this.
This was especially true for Tyrande, who was struggling internally.
The Night Elves did have a trump card, but that was for dealing with Archimonde. If they used it here, they would have no trump card left for the Burning Legion's commander.
As luck would have it, Oro seemed to have decided that Tyrande was the greatest threat to him. His eight crab claws did not care about anything else as he forcefully dragged his slightly paralyzed lower body, making his thousand-meter-long body charge straight for Tyrande at the top of the hill.
"High Priest, run!" Tyrande's trusted aide Melande slapped the white tiger's rump. The white tiger immediately understood, and without waiting for Tyrande's orders, it immediately sprinted up the hill.
Melande led more than two hundred Moon Goddess Church sentinels in a counterattack against Ouro, who was madly charging up the hill.
"Melande! No — "
Tyrande could not control herself as she was dragged away by the white tiger. She turned her head to look at her sisters who had followed her for more than ten thousand years.
Although they were superior and subordinate, after ten thousand years together, they were already like sisters.
Seeing that Melande and the others had chosen to die in order to protect her, Tyrande could not help but tear up uncontrollably.
The arrows of the Night Elf archers and the attacks of the priestesses were not even enough to tickle such a huge bug boss.
Only the giant trees summoned by the Druids could cause Ouro some trouble.
In fact, Ouro did not slow down at all. Instead, he continued to speed up.
What shocked everyone even more was that Oro seemed to have reconnected his spine. At first, it was only the front eight claws that could exert force, but now, even the middle claws were beginning to move.
No one knew if the huge wound on Ouro's chest would completely heal, but it was clear that this astonishing monster was beginning to regain its freedom.
At this critical moment, the arcane light of [Flash] suddenly appeared near the hole on the back of Ouro's head.
Duque?!
Tyrande, Thrall, Wojin, and Grom, who had climbed up, were all shocked to see the highest commander of the Alliance standing on Ouro's bumpy back.
The next moment, twelve [Magician's Hands] the size of horse carriages surrounded Duque and began to fire magic missiles the size of water tanks at Ouro's huge wound from [Starfall].
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! " The wound that was hit by the large arcane light balls began to spurt out large amounts of pus. Perhaps that was the acid in Ouro's stomach.
The yellow liquid splashed onto the hillside, instantly corroding large patches of green grass. A few druids who could not dodge in time were turned into a pool of pus and bones in the blink of an eye. They did not even have the time to scream.
Everyone suddenly understood what Duque wanted to do.
He was going to rush into Ouro's body, which was like a sulfuric hell, with the body of a mortal, and find the opportunity to kill Ouro.
At some point, Jaina and Cirvanas arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing this, Jaina covered her mouth in horror, almost losing the ability to speak.
Hundreds of meters away, Queen Sylvanas shouted, "Duque! Stop right there, you bastard! "
As if he heard it, Duque tilted his head and smiled at Queen Sylvanas. "Sorry, it's too dirty here. Ladies are not allowed in!"
With that, Duque chose to step into the gates of hell.
He activated all the barriers he could, his body burning with blazing flames, and rushed in.
"No …" Cirvanas almost fainted.
Duque would die if he did this!
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