The world trembles with my torments, and the wretched kingdom crumbles in my wrath!

My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny, the End of All Things. Unstoppable, irreversible, I am a cataclysm!

Ahem, cross-words, cross-words.

Let the flames purify everything!

Wall of Fire!Wall of Fire!Wall of Fire!Ragnaros has made a meritorious service!Ragnaros has made a meritorious service!Don't give Hydahya Water Elemental any chance!The Great Fire Elemental Legion's Fire Demon King, who has inherited the glorious traditions of the Elementals!Neptulon, Orakir, and Thrathane are possessed by their souls at this moment!Ragnaros, it represents the tradition of the Elementals' long history of invasion! At this moment, it is not fighting alone! It is not alone!

Carlos Barov's plan is not worth mentioning.

The blocking of the water element of Hidahya is worthless.

Even the Elemental Barrier left behind by Sargeras could not stop the great Fire Demon King from returning to his path of conquest.

"The whole world will be ablaze, taste the flames of Safron! ”

The heroic laughter of the Fire Demon King, who had squandered his might, echoed in the heart of the Molten Fire, and the Fire Elemental Legion cheered for the lord's arrival.

It's just that the excited fire elementals ignore a small problem———— the echo is a bit loud.

The more Ragnaros wielded his power, the harder the shell of the Molten Heart became, and even because of it, a huge vein of black iron was taking shape.

So when Ragnaros calmed down a little, he couldn't get off the stage.

The power of the Fire Demon King is not only reflected in the flames of destruction, but also in the deep knowledge of spatial geometry, how can he burn through the elemental enchantment left by the Titans. So without much effort, Ragnaros understood the current situation.

How could a mere layer of rock and soil a few thousand meters deep stop the Fire Demon King from conquering the world.

Burn! Burn! Burn!

Wielding a massive warhammer and unleashing a wave of heat, Ragnaros prepares to blast through the earth's crust with a torrent of heat, ready to remind the creatures of Azeroth of the horrors of being dominated by the flames.

Then, Nefarian's fusion strike from the sky... Earth... Forehead... Above.

With only the wrong name and no wrong nickname, Nesario, as the guardian of the earth, originally had great control over the earth. The Black Stone Tower of Black Stone Mountain was originally created by the power of Ragnaros, and it was snatched by the King of the Black Dragon as a lair, how could it not be guarded against.

The suppression circle left by the guardians of the earth in the Blackstone Tower was at full strength under Nefarian's operation, and the effect was not comparable to that of Egwene's hastily arranged rune towers.

The earth is becoming hard.

There is no winner in this battle, which is unknown to the majority of living beings.

Nefarian wasn't Nesario after all, and he didn't 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 powerful collision, everyone stopped.

"Contact the Black Iron Dwarves and dig a path to the outside. Xotus, the Molten Heart is in your hands for the time being. ”

Ragnaros casually unleashed the essence of the flames, and the named fire demon quickly grew in size after absorbing the gift of the Fire Demon King.

"Yes, my lord. ”

Inside the Blackstone Tower, Onexia sniffed the leaked magic and touched it all the way to the secret room.

"Dear brother, how did I not know that there was such a place in the Black Stone Tower?"

"My dear sister, this is a little precaution left by my father. ”

"Oh?"

"Hmm. ”

The geological structure of the burning plains was already unstable, and volcanic eruptions occurred from time to time, and neither the two sides fighting nor the two warring sides took this series of tremors too seriously.

It's as if everything before was as usual as "hello" and "the weather is nice today".

Even apart from Carlos and the unconscious Khadgar, no one knew that a huge cavity had appeared in the ground.

The struggle for power continues to intrigue, and the sword and soldier 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 types of earthquakes, but in a nutshell, there are two – horizontal swings, backwards, backwards, left, right, and up.

For humans and orcs, swaying from side to side is far less dangerous than swaying up and down.

The tragic results caused by the upward and downward shaking are almost dozens of times that of the same intensity of social shaking.

The rock collapsed, the dust was filled, and countless chasms large enough to swallow the size of the dragon appeared in the middle of the Burning Plains, blocking Orgrim's retreat, and the powerful tremors destroyed the walls of Anduin Lothar's fortress that had taken months to build.

Whether it is orcs or humans, even these tenacious warriors who are not afraid of death, they all seem so small and helpless in the face of this terrible natural disaster.

For a time, the Burning Plains won the long-lost peace.

"Don't worry about any casualties, don't count any belongings! Attack, Nick attack, can't bring the orcs back to their senses! Immediately! Immediately! Don't care about any formation, don't think about control! Attack! Attack! Attack! All legions attack!"

Lothar had foreseen a terrible future while the others were still at a loss, and gave the last order he could.

The city wall is broken, although the walls of the southwest and northern sections are still intact, so what is the use? The walls in other directions are full of holes and are in shambles.

Without these fortifications, 30,000 soldiers would have been a formidable challenge against the 50,000 orcs led by Orgrim, and God knows how many of them are hiding in the Blackstone Tower.

It must be fast, only by moving, only before the dust and smoke dissipate, only before the orcs react, attack on all fronts, and take out the fierce appearance of the wicked to sue first, and hit a rake, there is the possibility of PUBG!

Lothar walked through the camp, constantly urging the generals around him to leave, and kept shouting loudly about the bewildered soldiers all over the ground.

Luckily, Ogrim's side wasn't much better.

The previous continuous small tremors paralyzed everyone, and when the last huge earthquake struck, no one was mentally prepared.

The Hammer of Doom in Orgrim's hand was a little hot, but Orgrim couldn't satisfy the Hammer's desire to fight.

Because he is the commander, the great chief of the orcs.

"OVERSEERS!THOUSAND-COMMANDER!CENTURION!GO GATHER YOUR TROOPS!ATTACK!KEEP ATTACKING!THE ALLIANCE IS FINISHED!THEIR WALLS ARE CRUMBLING!VICTORY BELONGS TO THE HORDE!LOKTAR!LOKTAR OGAR!!"

Obviously there was a lot of dust in front of him, and there was only black-gray volcanic ash clouds in Orgrim's eyes, but the great chief of the tribe did not hesitate to bring a wave of rhythm. Caused a wild howl around him.

Anduin Lothar and Orgrim Doomhammer made almost identical judgments in the absence of any intelligence sources.

This battle cannot be held/retreated, and holding/retreating is equal to death!

Panic kills everyone!!

There was no follow-up push, and the dusty situation caused by the rupture of the bottom layer gradually improved, and the particles bound by the Prime Minister gradually returned to the ground, piling up a thick layer on the roof of the tent, on the shoulder armor, on all the platforms on which it could be attached.

Lothar didn't fully mobilize the Coalition's men, and Orgrim didn't get them all out.

They are excellent tactics, excellent generals, contagious heroes, not gods.

So in Lothar's eyes, hope faded......

Those roundabout orcs......

The orcs are coming!