Every orc warrior is told that this time their mission is to save the world. www.biquge.info Although it may sound like nonsense, after losing their homeland for a while and being a slave for more than a decade, the orcs cherish this new territory.

Although barren, no matter how barren it is, it is much better than the world of 'ours', which is shrinking every year, constantly decaying and crumbling, and it is even better than being a slave with nothing, I don't know how many times.

Hearing that those damned demons dared to get their hands on their new territory, the orcs screamed to show the demons who didn't know what to do!

With shamanic narration and projection demonstrations zoomed in to the size of a real person, they are well aware of how powerful and massive their enemies are. They had also imagined that there would be an endless sea of corpses in front of them, or an army of demons covered by battle flags.

But no one could have imagined that the enemy would appear in such a situation.

Originally, it was assumed that if the enemy had not come directly over the mountain, they would have taken a normal route, passing through the ash valley in the southern part of Mount Hyjal, and then to the forest of Felwood to the west, and crashing headlong into the fortified camp that the Orcs had been building for days from the only entrance to the seamount.

Apparently a front-line commander had died, and the Burning Legion, which should have been thoroughly enraged, neither accelerated nor slowed down, and thus reached the Ash Valley at a breakneck speed of one hundred and fifty kilometers a day.

Although this is the price of the undead legion's round-the-clock march in exchange for it, and it is far beyond the limit of what a mortal infantry regiment can do, it is still within the budget of the three major factions.

The Burning Legion then ignored the Felwood Forest and went straight to the pass of Mount Hyjal.

By a giant monster big enough to make most of the world's defenses a joke-

Rao is from the perspective of Duke, a traverser, this is a very exaggerated and ridiculous thing. With the Eye of the Mage's image transmitted, Duke sees a boss that shouldn't be there.

While the entire tribe at the foot of the mountain was startled by the sudden roar of an explosion coming from the massive mountain wall to the south, Duke had already sketched out the outline of the giant monster with the help of the system.

Duke finally knew what Akmund was doing in the sea of the Endless Sea......

The orcs in the camp at the foot of the mountain were amazed by the landslide three kilometers away, and when Saldu could only shout blankly, "Everyone, be on guard!", Duke decisively opened the teleportation with the back door left for him by the Night Elves according to the coordinates set in advance in the orc camp.

In less than ten seconds, Duke's figure had appeared in the middle of the tribal camp.

Of course, Sal noticed the light of the portal, and almost as soon as Duke's figure appeared, Thrall rushed over with his guards.

"Marcus, do you know what that thing is?"

"Yes, a bug burrowing into the ground! Go back to it! Evacuate the center of the camp at once—it doesn't matter if the whole camp is removed!" shouted Duke, dancing with his hands.

Sal's face darkened.

Retreating before the fight has started is definitely an insult to the orcs' bravery.

If someone else were to scream, he would definitely use the [Hammer of Destruction] to hammer that guy's face into paste. But then Duke, yesterday only risked his life to kill a Burning Legion commander the brave Duke Marcus. Even the orcs who look at Duke no matter how unpleasant they are, they have to pay tribute to Duke's practice of going deep into the enemy group to capture the flag.

Thrall hesitated for only a second before sounding the trumpet on behalf of the retreat of the whole army.

The orders conveyed by the trumpet cannot be carried out thoroughly.

The only ones who can carry out the order better are the Zhan Ge clan, and more than ten years of guerrilla life have thoroughly tempered an elite and strong army. A little better is the Frostwolf Clan, which is the father of Thrall after all, and the remnants of the old patriarch Durotan are perfectly inherited by Thrall. The other orcs from various clans, most of whom were born slaves, seriously lacked discipline, but this part of the orcs was the most numerous.

The orcs were in a mess, but the terrifying behemoth in the distance burrowed into the ground again and rushed towards the orc camp at a faster speed than the fierce horses!

It burrows like an earthworm in the ground. Every time it shook underground, it shook and the earth uplifted, like an enduring earthquake, sweeping through the orc camp. Not many mortals could survive such a violent earthquake.

From far to near, the earth is rising. It was as if there was a large, invisible hand that was penetrating the sky and pushing a hill towards the tribe's camp.

It's close.

It's closer......

It's closer!!

With desperate expressions, the tribal warriors watched as the moving hill, with rocks churning outward, crashed into the tribe's camp at high speed.

In the next second, whether it was a minotaur warrior weighing nearly a ton, a wooden walled wall made of giant trees hugged by two people, or a towering arrow tower with thick and sturdy selling points, they were all knocked into the sky under the terrifying impact beyond the imagination of mortals.

Not to mention an orc warrior who weighs only a measly two or three hundred kilograms.

From a distance, those green orc warriors were no different from dolls.

And that's just the beginning.

The next moment, a long roar seemed to rise in everyone's hearts, this scream came from the deep underworld, from the ancient times, from the oldest continent of Kalimdor that was still ruled by the four ancient gods and elemental lords.

The furious screams pierced into the deepest part of everyone's heart, arousing their most primitive instinctive fears. Directly let every living person forget their breath and heartbeat.

A person with a slightly weak constitution and will faints directly because the heart is too nervous and suddenly contractions.

At this moment, the entire center of the tribal camp exploded.

As if a volcano erupted, countless pieces of sand exploded directly from the bottom up, and many unlucky ghosts who had just been knocked off the air began to fall from the sky, and were once again hit into the sky by the terrible impact.

And among these poor fellows, there is a group of priests that Duke specially supports the orcs.

It just so happened that teenage priest Sally Maite Wynne was among them.

As a priest, she possesses the [Holy Word Technique: Shield], which is not a rebellious but quite practical life-saving skill. As a gifted priest, Sally gave herself a shield of words that shimmered with a faint white light the moment she was sent flying. The milky white mask resists the splashing of flying stones very well.

She even gave herself a [levitation technique] in order to avoid falling from a high altitude and falling to her death.

However, in the next moment, she fell into the deepest horror and despair.

Because below her, the tribal camp that had been filled with various defensive structures disappeared, and in its place, out of that deep black hole was a huge mouth with at least 10,000 sharp fangs.

She was slowly falling into the mouthpiece that could swallow up a small town.