The world trembles because of my torment, and the miserable kingdom collapses under my wrath! In the end, all of Azeroth will be destroyed, and everything will turn to ashes in my shadow!
My name is Deathwing, the destroyer of life, the end of all things. Unstoppable and irresistible, I am a catastrophe!
Ahem, the words are mixed together, the words are mixed together.
Let the fire purify everything!
firewall! firewall! firewall! Ragnaros has made a contribution! Ragnaros has made a contribution! Don't give Hydraxia's water element any chance! The Fire Demon King of the great fire elemental army, it inherits the glorious tradition of the elements! Neptulon, Al'Akir, and Therazane are possessed by their souls at this moment! Ragnaros, it represents the long history of invasion by the elements! At this moment, it is not fighting alone! It's not a person!
Carlos Barov's plan is not worth mentioning.
Hydraxia's water elemental obstruction is worthless.
Not even the elemental barrier left by Sargeras could stop the great Firelord from returning to his path of conquest.
"The whole world will burn, taste the fire of Saffron! Worms."
The heroic laughter of the Fire Demon King, who was squandering his power, echoed in the Molten Core, and the fire elemental army cheered for the arrival of the lord.
It's just that the excited fire elements ignored one problem - the echo was a bit loud.
The more Ragnaros exerts his power wantonly, the harder the shell of the Molten Core becomes, and even because of it, a huge vein of black iron ore is taking shape.
So when Ragnaros calmed down a little, he was a little overwhelmed.
The power of the Fire Demon King is not only reflected in the flames of destruction. Without a profound knowledge of space geometry, how can it burn through the elemental barrier left by the Titan. So without spending much effort, Ragnaros understood the current situation.
How could a mere few thousand meters of rock and soil prevent the Fire Demon King from conquering the world?
burn! burn! burn!
Ragnaros wields a huge war hammer, setting off a wave of heat, preparing to penetrate the earth's crust with a fiery torrent, preparing to remind the creatures of Azeroth of the horror of being dominated by flames.
Then, Nefarian's fusion strike came from... the ground... uh... direction.
There was only a wrong name but not a wrong nickname. As the guardian of the earth, Neltharion originally had great control over the earth. Blackstone Mountain and Blackstone Tower were originally created by the power of Ragnaros. They were snatched away by the Black Dragon King and used as his lair. How could they not be on guard.
The suppressive magic circle left by the guardian of the earth in Blackrock Tower was fully activated under Nefarian's operation, and the effect was not something that Eger's hastily arranged talisman towers could imitate.
The earth is becoming hard.
There is no winner in this battle that is unknown to most living beings.
After all, Nefarian is not Neltharion and does not have the power of his father.
After all, Ragnaros is not fighting at home and cannot get unlimited support from the fire elemental plane.
So after a strong collision, everyone stopped.
"Contact the Dark Iron Dwarves and dig a way to the outside. Exotus, the Molten Core is temporarily in your hands."
Ragnaros casually swayed the essence of fire, and the named fire demon rapidly expanded in size after absorbing the gift of the Fire Demon King.
"As you command, my master."
In the Blackstone Tower, Onyxia sniffed the leaked magic power and reached the secret room.
"Dear brother, why didn't I know there was such a place in Blackrock Tower?"
"Dear sister, this is a little precaution left by my father."
"oh?"
"Um."
The geological structure of the Burning Plains was inherently unstable, and volcanic eruptions occurred from time to time. Neither the two fighting parties nor the two fighting families took this series of shocks seriously.
It seems that everything before is as normal as "Hello" and "I'm feeling good today".
Even except for Carlos and the unconscious Khadgar, no one knew that a huge hole appeared in the ground.
Those who should fight for power will continue to fight for power, and those who should use weapons to fight will continue to fight to the death.
Until classical mechanics roared at Schrödinger's cat, Anduin Lothar and Orgrim did not understand how to calculate the load-bearing limit of the earth's crust.
There are basically four classifications of earthquakes, but in simple terms there are two - horizontal shaking back and forth, and downward shaking.
For humans and orcs, shaking from side to side is far more dangerous than shaking down.
The tragic consequences of a downward shake are almost dozens of times that of a social shake of the same intensity.
Rock formations collapsed, dust filled the air, and countless chasms large enough to swallow the size of a giant dragon appeared in the Burning Plains, blocking Orgrim's retreat. The strong vibrations destroyed the fortress wall that Anduin Lothar had spent months building.
Whether they are orcs or humans, even these tough warriors who are not afraid of death, seem so helpless in the face of this terrible disaster.
For a time, the Burning Steppes won a long-lost peace.
"Don't worry about the casualties, don't count the property! Attack, Nick attacks, don't let the orcs come back to their senses! Immediately! Horse! Don't worry about the organization, don't think about the control rights! Attack! Attack! Attack! All legions attack!"
While others were still confused, Lothar had foreseen the terrible future and issued the last order he could.
The city wall is broken. Although the southwestern and northern sections of the city wall are still intact, what's the use? The city walls in other directions were riddled with holes.
Without these fortifications, it would already be a difficult challenge for just 30,000 soldiers to fight against the 50,000 orcs led by Orgrim, knowing how many guys were hidden in Blackstone Tower.
You have to be quick. Only by moving, before the dust and smoke dissipates, and only by attacking on all fronts before the orcs react, and striking them down with a fierce look like the first to complain, can you have the possibility of survival!
Lothar walked in the camp, constantly urging the generals around him to leave, and kept shouting loudly at the confused soldiers everywhere.
Fortunately, Orgrim's side isn't much better.
The previous continuous shaking had paralyzed everyone, and when the final huge earthquake occurred, no one was mentally prepared.
The Doomhammer in Orgrim's hand was so hot that it burned his hands, but Orgrim could not satisfy the hammer's desire to fight.
Because he is the commander-in-chief, the great chief of the orcs.
"Overseer! Centurion! Centurion! Gather the troops! Attack! Keep attacking! The Alliance is finished! Their walls have collapsed! Victory belongs to the Horde! loktar! loktar ogar!!"
It was clear that there was a lot of dust ahead, and Orgrim could only see black and gray volcanic ash clouds, but the chief of the tribe did not hesitate to lead a wave of rhythm. It caused a burst of howling around him.
Anduin Lothar and Orgrim Doomhammer made almost identical judgments without any intelligence sources.
You cannot hold on/retreat in this battle, holding on/retreating equals death!
Panic can kill everyone! ! !
Without subsequent force push, the dust caused by the break of the bottom layer gradually improved. The particles bound by the Prime Minister gradually returned to the ground, accumulating a thick layer on the top of the tent, on the shoulder armor, and on all platforms that could be attached.
Lothar failed to fully mobilize the alliance's soldiers, and Orgrim failed to disperse all the men in his hands.
They are excellent tactics, outstanding generals, and contagious heroes, not gods.
So in Lothar's eyes, hope gradually faded...
Those roundabout orcs...
The orcs are coming!
