Lexa, an ogre-orc-hybrid, has never been treated by his kind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEverything has changed since he joined this helpless cross-world expedition.

At the very least, he was respected by Grand Chief Orgrim.

If it is replaced by human expression, it is the death of a person who is a confidant.

For O'Grim's sake, he can not hesitate to resist Duke's ultimate in Grimbaatar.

What if you are seriously injured?

What about being covered in scars?

If it is for the future of the Horde, then it is all worth it.

Now, finally seeing the dawn of victory, Lexa was excited.

When he slashed the row of humans in front of him with a whirlwind axe that was extremely fast, he suddenly realized that the entire front of the central formation had been killed by them.

Within a radius of 100 meters, there was not a single human standing human.

Is victory really coming?

Suddenly, every orc heard a distant howl that seemed to come from antiquity—it was the voice of a dragon.

The voice of the red dragons, who were once the mounts of the orcs, but broke free and became a nightmare for the entire tribe. The newcomers looked blank, and every veteran of the tribe who had withdrawn from the front line had a dark face.

They still remembered how these ancient beasts, who were once their own, easily reduced the 100,000 army in front of the Grimbaatar Fortress to ashes, and how they destroyed the bunkers of Danmoro and humanity that could not be advanced even if they had sacrificed so much.

The shouts of the orcs suddenly died down much, many.

On the human side, the most enthusiastic cheers since the start of the war erupted.

"Hahaha! The dragon is coming, ugly greenskin, you just wait to die!"

"Repent in the flames of hell, green monster!"

"The Red Dragon Legion is an alliance, as long as the Red Dragon is here, you will never want to occupy our land!"

It seems that every terrestrial race is eager to break free from the shackles of gravity and soar into the skies. It's an innate instinct and desire. Duke still remembers that in the World War II films he watched before the crossing, almost every soldier gave the most enthusiastic cheer to the planes that swooped down from high altitudes.

The excitement of watching your patronus fall from the sky will never get tired of it no matter how many times. Not to mention, it was a dragon that had been feared for countless years since the dawn of humanity in Azeroth.

Just when every orc was stunned, panicked, and despaired, Orgrim, the man who charged ahead of all the orcs, confirmed the glory of the orcs with blood and battle, stood high again, and held high the [Hammer of Destruction] that seemed to be flowing with magma at the moment.

The rough roar of the Great Chief was heard in all directions.

"Ignorant humans, do you think that dragons are the only masters of this world? Hahaha! It's ridiculous! Despicable lizards, now you will pay the price of blood for your arrogance!"

Orgrim shouted twice.

The first time it was shouted in orc language, and the second time it was in the lingua franca of humans.

As Orgrim's voice fell, for the first time, the human commanders had a haze in their hearts.

Could it be that Orgrim still has a backhand!?

Not only Lothar, Mograine, Terenas and others, but even Duke, who was a traverser, was a little stunned at this moment, frantically searching for memories of this battle in his heart: "Rub, according to history, orcs will definitely kneel in this battle in Blackstone Mountain." Aside from Ogrim taking out Lothar, the orcs didn't have any comebacks at all. What's going on? Is that 21 percent of the non-conformities at fault?"

As if responding to the heartfelt words of Duke, a time-traveler who changed the plot randomly.

Orgrim slammed his hammer into the ground of the scorching canyon.

"Bang!"

In the next second, the hundreds of thousands of people who fought in the scorching canyon felt the ground jump slightly at the same time, it was not the earth shaking caused by the heavy cavalry group's charge, let alone Orgrim's hammer shaking the entire earth, but a kind of internal and external vibration, and the entire scorching canyon shook.

With the exception of the dwarven troops, who had a relatively low center of gravity, almost all the soldiers, both human and orc, fell to the ground unsteadily.

Lothar, who had just begun to rush forward from the rear, the Knights of the Storm Kingdom and the Knights of the Silver Hand under his command were hit at the same time, and they galloped at high speed, except for the members of the Silver Knights who were excellent in equestrian skills, many people in the Knights of the Storm fell to the ground with their horses.

Many horses broke their legs, and many knights broke their arms, legs, and even necks before they could join the battle.

There was chaos everywhere.

Taking advantage of the collapse of the human battle column, Orgrim even took the opportunity to kill into the distorted human army formation.

But this will, except for the soldiers who are fighting fiercely, almost all the superiors don't care about the battle that takes place in the scorching canyon.

Compared with the existence of the mortal world, it is still those beyond the mortal world, which makes people feel more terrifying.

Scorching Canyon is generally a lava canyon that runs from southwest to northeast and is diagonally spread across a large map.

The place where the battle is now fought is a small plain near the Blackstone Tower in the southeast.

Between this nameless plain and the valley of black charcoal further west, there is a huge rift that looks like a knife when viewed from above, and the bottom of the rift is full of churning lava.

Now, a terrible roar was coming from the river of lava beneath the Rift. Everyone couldn't help but look over there in the rift. With the violent shaking of the ground over there, debris the size of a carriage crashed down from the edge of the rift, making a thunderous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The lava river at the bottom of the rift began to gush upwards like crazy.

"Roar!"

As if by illusion, the dwarves on the right felt as if they had heard the roar of some kind of ancient beast faintly coming from the magma.

"Do you hear that? There seems to be a monster on the other side of the Rift?"

"Did you hear that, too?"

The dwarves were talking.

"What's that?" Wen Resa tugged at the sleeve of Duke's mage robes, a mixed expression of excitement and nervousness on her face.

"Duke, did you guess what it was?" Aurelia was the first to notice the constipated look on Duke's face.

", I'd rather not have guessed it myself. Duke's mouth was bitter.

"Roar—"

Again!

This time there was no longer any doubt

And it's approaching. The roar was getting closer, and it was clear to everyone that the source of the roar was rapidly approaching the ground from under the magma.

At this moment, almost everyone stopped fighting, whether it was a human soldier who was raising his shield to block, or an orc warrior who was wielding a giant axe and preparing to slash, they all turned around in shock, raised their heads, and watched in amazement as a terrifying magma erupted into the sky from the bottom of the rift and shot towards the Red Dragon Team flying at high speed! )