The area on fire is getting wider and wider, and when you look down from the black sky, you will see that the entire city seems to be flooded. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That's a flood of flames!

"Beep, blah, blah. ”

Low houses, towering mansions, huge warehouses, countless houses that were burned to the ground collapsed one after another, accompanied by continuous rumbling, countless orcs who had no time to dodge were crushed to death in the narrow streets by the brick and wood houses.

"Ahh

Streets and roads were already blocked by flames, and at almost every important intersection, two large houses had just collapsed, and huge flaming towers happened to block every escape route.

The orcs who had taken refuge in the safe area were trembling and drenched in cold sweat, and they could only watch their compatriots being consumed by the flames, and even if they covered their ears, they could hear their brothers crying and screaming as the flames burned the city.

And the unbridled laughter of human death squads before their lives are gone.

"Hahahaha!" There are no regrets, no regrets, only the smug laughter of the enemy when he is killed.

The orcs at this moment find themselves trapped in a shared nightmare.

That nightmare named Duke Marcus!

Once again, he burned countless orcs to death with a fiery fire.

Orgrim also jumped into the city's canal, and the river, which seemed a little warm even on a hot summer day, could not raise the near-freezing temperature in his heart a little.

It was a terrible trap for him, and he lost more than half of his men. If it weren't for this fire, he might have been killed by the Black Hand Guard's frantic counterattack.

He lost count of how many Black Hand guards his [Hammer of Doom] had killed. It was once a weapon of great pride, and he had used it to slay countless ogres, and to slay more than three digits of ferocious beasts in 'our world'.

But now, in the moonlight, the blood stained on the Hammer of Doom melts down the canal's waters.

It was the blood of the Blackstone clan, the blood of his orc compatriots.

It's just that Orgrim still has a strong doubt and foreboding in his heart.

I always feel that it is the words of Duke Marcus, who is more demonic than a demon, and the means are more than that.

The moon was unconsciously enveloped in dark clouds again, and in the illuminated water, they saw a series of golden runes stretching like flames to the river.

"This can't be!?" Orgrim finally exclaimed, "It's all on shore!

Ogrim frantically called out to his men, his fellow citizens.

His men complied, and even if they were a little reluctant, they climbed to the shore. Just a short distance along the bluestone avenue along the riverbank is the city wall, which has been grilled by the blazing neighborhood, and even the bricks and stones have turned red. These low, three-meter-tall walls, along with canals that can act as moats if necessary, divide Stormwind into six blocks.

Even sitting on the bluestone on the shore, they could still feel the extreme heat, and if it weren't for Orgrim's crazy roar to stop them, they probably would have submerged their bodies in the cool river again.

In fact, many orcs who weren't Ogrim's direct subordinates did just that.

They returned to the river, crossing the line between hell and earth, which the Grim Reaper had drawn on the earth with his scythe......

It was as if in the depths of Stormwind City, a blazing sun was rising from the depths of the earth, arching the earth as if it was about to burst out at any moment.

The black soil beneath the canal glowed with countless runes that glowed with golden light. The orcs who were in the river found that their toes could be clearly seen from the water......

"Rumble" The entire city of Stormwind shook.

From the Valley of the Kings to the Valley of the Kings to the Stormstorm Fortress to the north, from the westernmost Mage Quarter to the easternmost Old Town, every block trembled, and the statue of Medivan in the Valley of the Kings began to shake violently, and then the statue of the patron saint of the old era collapsed inch by inch.

Every green brick on the ground and the sand particles under the green bricks rose and fell like waves, more and more agitated, and even threw the orcs lying on the ground to avoid the flames into the air, fell down, and threw them again.

The wooden beams and pillars, which had already begun to burn through the flames, made further creaks and bursts, hastening the collapse of every house that had not yet collapsed.

Then, the golden light shot out of the ground and shot out to the bottom of the river.

Streets and roads that used to be devoid of flames have become roads of flames.

The canal, which was supposed to be a refuge, evaporated every drop of water due to the heat.

The orcs who were still in the river were scalded to death in the blink of an eye.

And the water turned into water vapor.

The fiery water vapor has a more terrifying lethality than the flames, and the orcs could not suppress their breathing, so they inhaled a large amount of scorching water vapor in their breath, which frantically destroyed the alveoli in the lungs, making them feel that they were not breathing air, but fire.

Even the orcs who climbed the river bank still did not escape the doom of death, they only survived for a moment longer than their compatriots who stayed in the river, and then followed in the footsteps of their compatriots.

The orcs throughout Stormwind let out a fierce scream, and then everything fell silent.

In the city, all that was left was the crackling of flames, the crackling of pillars, masonry or glass.

On top of that, the whole city fell into dead silence.

How many orcs survived?

One in a hundred!

The orcs who had just run out of the street or jumped into the river were almost all wiped out, and only a handful of orcs trapped in the fire in the neighborhood escaped the pursuit of the Death Scythe.

Orgrim didn't die! With his extreme fire resistance, he was stunned to hold the flames, but a lot of his hair was burned off.

Crawling out of the fire, which was no longer as hot, Orgrim saw the charred corpses that filled the streets and riverbeds.

"Ahh

Even after receiving the news of the death of his closest friend, Durontan, Orgrim still kept his emotions in check.

But this time.

Only this time!

Orgrim has a complete hatred for a human, and he is Duke, the new patron saint of the Stormwind Kingdom!

"Ahh

On the blackened ground scorched by the flames, Orgrim fell to his knees.

It's over! The elite of the Blackstone clan was burned to the ground by a fire!

Even if there are still many people in the Blackstone Clan in the camp, the Blackstone Clan will no longer be the number one clan in the tribe!(To be continued.) )