As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, once there is a first time, then there will naturally be a second time, and the third and fourth times will not be a problem.

The prototype test nuclear bomb of the Night Empire has aroused a huge public opinion, this kind of all-in-one mass killing weapon is very suitable for some special war situations, and it can be regarded as a game-breaker.

The Pandaren Expeditionary Force of the Shaohao Dynasty is currently encountering this special war situation, although there is no suspense about the final victory, but it cannot completely defeat the opponent for a while, and a forced surprise attack will produce a lot of casualties.

So they were moved, so they began to find connections and acquaintances to do errands, directly bypassing the Night Empire officials, and directly contacted the Eternal Night God Emperor Sarodar through the White Tiger Snow Fury, and made a purchase request.

The old Titan rascal's will is as strong as steel, he is never tempted by money, he is righteous in his words, he is upright, he waved his hand, he said that if he doesn't sell, he won't sell, and signaled that the panda man messenger can go back.

Half an hour later, a Dawn Titan, who was unwilling to reveal his true identity, found the panda man brother again and unzipped his crotch... Ahem, open your own space ring, like a dealer selling mysterious small CDs in the streets and alleys, and want the panda man brother to show his goods.

"How about it, the latest No. 3 test product, I got it for you, as long as cash, don't transfer money, pay money with one hand and deliver it with one hand. ”

In the end, the Shaohao Dynasty spent a lot of money to buy the No. 3 experimental little chubby dun from the Dawn Titan, who was unwilling to reveal his true identity in the Dark Night Empire, and this mysterious person in the system also expanded his own private small treasury as he wished.

Then the pandaren buddies happily ran back to their own war zone in the parallel Draenor world with this arcane nuclear bomb in their arms, and then threw it directly at the Iron Fist Harbor, which was surrounded by their own army.

The victim, Grom Hell Roar, the Grand Chief of the Orthodox Tribe, escaped the night of the explosion because he was in a cave command post, and the guards desperately blocked the only exit with stones, and the shamans kept the earth element sealed throughout the whole process.

The next morning, when Grom walked out of the cave again, there was nothing but white ground in front of him.

That's right, it's white ground, and there's nothing.

The originally noisy Iron Fist Harbor had completely disappeared at this moment, and the land was completely crystallized with arcane energy, and the surface of the ground was like a glass surface, reflecting a silvery-white crystal light.

The remnants of the arcane wind eroded Grom's body, tearing at his heart as well.

The Orthodox Tribes are finished, and so is the Warsong Clan.

The Iron Fist Harbor was home to all the men, women, and children of the Warsong Clan, as well as remnants and fugitives from various other clans, and the demonic bomb of destruction put an end to it all.

No one could even find the body, as if it had never been in this world.

Oh, no, to be exact, there are still some traces to be found.

Near the mountains, far from the center of the bomb explosion, there were arcane crystallized sculptures of various shapes, their bodies in the same position as they were before death, and the fear and distortion of death could still be recognized on their faces.

Reflecting the early morning sun, the Arcane Crystallization Land, which emits a hazy light of lilac and mist, looks extremely beautiful to outsiders, like a fairy tale dream, and the people of the world of Azeroth are coming, and they will definitely feel familiar, because this landform is too similar to the Crystal Song Forest region of the Northrend continent.

But in the eyes of Grom Hellroar, the last man of the Warsong clan, this is Hell.

Crystallized Hell.

"Demons ... It's all demons ... ”

Two lines of hot tears flowed down the cheeks of the orc chieftain, and his whole body trembled violently, and the scorching sun was in the sky, and his heart was like an ice cave.

There are no more orthodox tribes, no more clans, they are all extinct, they no longer exist.

The invaders of the world of Azeroth, who have managed to twist the glorious war into a horrific slaughter.

If you don't win, you'd rather die, and you got your wish, but this death was too thorough, and even the fire of rebirth was not left.

The corrosive arcane energy is like nuclear radiation, while polluting this land, it is also destroying the body of the orc Great Chief at all times, destroying his internal organs, and robbing his life force.

That's it... Let's just let this end forever.

The Shaohao Dynasty Expeditionary Force, which was preparing to evacuate the place, was attacked, from an orc.

Grom*Hellroar launched the final charge of his life towards the Shaohao Dynasty, holding his tomahawk blood roar aloft and ignoring the crystallized scars on his body caused by the erosion of arcane energy.

A warrior monk commander silently looked at the orc display who was charging towards his own army, and did not say a word for a long time, and then...

"All guns up!"

The spears and cannons were immediately aimed at Grom, who was getting closer and closer to the position.

Watching the movements of the enemies, Grom grinned, and with all his might, he increased the speed of the charge again.

Hot weapons, hot weapons again, these invaders from another world, they have lost the glory of cold weapons and slash, and will only hide behind the position, holding guns to attack from a distance.

The Orthodox tribe will never bow down to this crooked way!

"Orcs will never do ... ”

Bang, bang, bang, bang, da...

The rifle returned to the heavy machine gun and fired at the same time, and the long gun and the short gun had only one target, and that target was unsurprisingly beaten into a blood sieve.

Grom stopped his charge, trying to keep himself on his feet, but his body shook even more.

A sense of powerlessness swept through his body, and the shadow of death completely enveloped him, and the Great Chief could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The last Orthodox Horde soldier was killed, and the largest armed military resistance in the world of Draenor was officially destroyed.

It's all over, and there's no more local power to stop the colonization of the world of Azeroth.

Margolon giants, progenitor thorns, ogres, remnants of orc clans?

It's all just fish on the board, and it doesn't pose a real threat at all.

Oh, maybe only the puppet agents of the Holy Light Legion, Archbishop Iriel's Lightcast Inquisitor, can still be considered a relatively big threat.

Well, that's something the Night Empire needs to worry about, who let them occupy the Tarador region.