"Roar!!" ……

Nearly half of the orc warriors were so excited by Garrosh's proclamation that they completely ignored their chieftain Thrall, and followed the savage impulses that flowed in their veins, and rushed to the bridge over the river with Garrosh, and some of them even swam directly across the river.

"Tirio! We have an army of 200,000 and we have the help of the Dragon Legion, are we going to stand still in the face of a mere enemy!? Is this your command strategy? "Grand Druid Vandal? Deerhelm is one of the few surviving druids and is currently the Night Elves' Supreme Commander. When Tirio reined in his steed with a solemn face, the great druid couldn't bear it anymore.

"Just an enemy?" Tirio turned his head suddenly, his haggard, bloodshot eyes glaring at Vandal, "Do you know who that is!?" I'll tell you, it's Orakir, the god of wind, a monster dormant in Azeroth's history! For thousands of years, from troll wars to natural disasters, he has been a shadow of every major historical event. ”

"So what?" Vandal screamed like a hysterical shrew. "Let the army drive over and crush him."

"Let those stupid orcs measure the strength of our enemies for us, if you want fewer deaths." Sylvanas coldly interjected into the conversation between the two.

With undisguised disgust on his face, Vandal said, "Abomination, can you explain how your 'lovely' Blood Elf sisters managed to get help from those outsiders?" And are you, the 'former' blood elf, an undercover agent when you appear here? ”

"I refused them handouts, that's all. You want me to go back to Silvermoon City and act as if nothing happened. I can't. I am Sylvanas, the Dark Ranger, the Queen of the Forsaken. Sylvanas ignored Vandal's anger. Said quietly.

The former Blood Elf Ranger General, at this moment. Completely severed the ties with the past. Previously, Hind had offered Sylvanas lucrative terms, not only allowing her to restore her status as a blood elf, but even promising to find an opportunity to help her resurrect her body.

However, the arrogance of the Banshee King made her nostalgic, but she never looked back.

She is Sylvanas, the Dark Ranger, the Queen of the Shadows, and the leader of the Forsaken. Inhabitants of the Dark World.

Therefore, she chose to usher in her destiny today, here.

She is the only one who knows best how terrifying the current power of the blood elves is, and she is also the only one who understands that this army of 200,000 mortals has no chance of winning at all.

"Honorable will, but stupid!"

Orakire's voice was like a typhoon passing through, and in an instant, people turned on their backs, and the sky and the earth were dark. In the middle of that dimly lit storm. Where is there any small figure?

A giant stood up to the sky.

"Oh my God, that's ...... God? ”

Feet on the earth, overhead the sky. Spit out the breath of the three mountains and five mountains, hold the thunder of the eight directions, and listen to the will of heaven. Punish the wicked.

The only explanation for this is that of mortals

God!

"Ahh What are you kidding, I don't want to fight that kind of thing! ”

"Run. Come on! ”

"It's over, we're all finished!"

……

Fear spreads rapidly, and the terrifying power that changes the color of heaven and earth makes it impossible for every mortal to think of any way to fight it.

An army of 200,000 was crushed. 200,000 mortals, fled in a hurry. The dragon legion is like a swarm of flying ants, terrified in front of the giant gods.

Every inch of the blue-white giant's body is made up of cold photoionic clusters, and although it has no temperature, it can turn any object it comes into contact with into powder.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of Aurakill's enormous power.

In this apocalyptic scene, only a few mortal generals and a group of the stupidest soldiers remained. They are like a row of ants standing in front of the wheel of history.

"Her Majesty."

None of the Forsaken fled, and they fell to their knees in the gale.

The corners of Sylvanas's mouth raised a terrible smile that he had never felt before, and he was as heroic as the ranger general of the year, roaming the natural disasters, even if he died? Death could not shake her decisive fighting spirit.

"Come with me, forsaken." The Dark Lady gave her final orders.

"For Her Majesty!"

"For your honor!!"

……

A group of Forsaken hurried forward against the wind, and as Sylvanas walked past Tirio, the old paladin saluted the undead he had hated for the rest of his life.

He turned his head sharply and roared, "Paladins! Today is the day when you return to the Light. Even those skeletons dare to die again, what are you lads so afraid of!? Charge, on!! ”

"Ahhh......h

Screaming meaninglessly, as if even their vocal cords were about to be torn apart, the young paladins awakened the flame of holy light that had never been seen before with the absolute fanatical will in their hearts, forming a magnificent wall of holy light.

Advance!

No other action is required, that's all you can do now. Even if you die, you have to pour your own blood on your enemies!

Thrall sighed, he didn't want to think much about this completely desperate battle situation, if even 200,000 allied troops of various clans could not withstand the strength of the enemy's mere one, even if it was pointless to flee here and wait for an opportunity.

Relatively speaking, Thrall prefers a choice of fighters. He patted the black wolf under his crotch, and the humane wolf understood the master's decision, and with a long howl, he caught up with the paladin array in front.

In stark contrast to them is the Grand Druid Vandal? Deer Helmet, at first he still stayed here, and when all the night elves around him ran out, he also took advantage of the chaos to directly smear oil on the soles of his feet and leave.

"Bastard, bastard! I haven't avenged Walstein yet, how can I die here, bastard!! "The Great Druid, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, is trembling for his life, and at the same time convincing himself with revenge and finding a reason for his escape." That's right! I'm going to save the Night Elves, I'm going to wait until the enemy shows their flaws, right! I can't die here! Ga ......"

Vandall's voice stopped abruptly as a serrated blade severed half of his neck.

"Die here, the Night Elves don't need you anymore." Mavi? The Song of Shadows, leading a dozen Night Elf sentinels to run over Vandal's corpse.

"Sisters, we are going to the Outlands, and only the Outlands can earn us a respite. We'll be back eventually. Mavi led the remnants of her army to the Dark Gate, thousands of miles away.

Imagine you're crouching in a corner and blowing into a pile of ants with a playful mindset. The ants were blown on their backs by you, and most of them fled, leaving only a handful of slightly stronger ants to charge at you.

If ordinary ants are only half the size of a grain of rice, then these ants are the size of two grains of rice, which is much stronger. But that's about it.

"Boom"......

A palm, slammed down. It's no exaggeration to say that it's a mountain range, a mountain that falls from the sky!

As a result, the ants of a second ago turned into a second of meat puree, and soon, there was not even a meat puree left, and it was burned into powder by the particle stream.

No matter how legendary heroes and heroes are, there will always be an end. No matter how much courage you muster, you can't escape the five finger mountains of the giant god.

But Garrosh was still alive, and he sat on the ground like a fool.

On either side of his body, there were the endless thumb and index finger like a mountain, his path blocked by the thumb, and his orc legion crushed by the index finger.

Garrosh is the son of the legendary orc hero Hellroar, the embodiment of courage, the embodiment of defiance against power, and the heir to the bloodline of berserkers who dare to wield an axe at the gods.

However, at this moment, the "Blood Roar" tomahawk slipped from his rough palm, and the tomahawk, which symbolized the glory of his father, fell to the ground, slipping from the hands of a warrior who had not yet died.

It was a great shame, but Garrosh didn't have the heart to experience it.

He simply looked up at the god who was looking down on him, and a roaring rebuke sounded in his heart.

Do you dare to swing an axe? Sons of Hell's Roar!

Does your courage come from the illusory delusions of your father, or from your own martial arts?

Garrosh shuddered and picked up the roar of blood, and put on a ridiculous posture that even a three-year-old could not match.

Suddenly, the mountain-like palm was raised, and Olakir slapped the only fish that slipped through the net again.

Lifting, falling, howling winds darkened the whole world, it was the moment when the real end came, and all hope was cut off.

Before his palms reached his body, Garrosh screamed, throwing away his tomahawk like an electric shock, rolling and rolling back, leaving a mess of urine on the ground he had crawled on.

palms, stopped.

The howling wind between heaven and earth seemed to be a great irony of Garrosh

Where is your courage? As a son of a hero, don't you even have the courage to die?

"This is the great chief of the tribe? If you want to live, live. ”

In an instant, the smoke disappeared, and the heavens and the earth were restored. On the other side of the sparkling Elendal River, a "small" figure turned and left.

On the other side of the river, Garrosh survived after all.

He covered his face and wept bitterly, and he tore his skin with his claws.

Then, looking through his fingers, a green arm clutched the Hammer of Doom rolled down at his feet. Even though the owner of the arm had turned into fly ashes, the five fingers were still firmly welded to the hammer handle as if they were made of steel!

In contrast, it was a bloody roaring tomahawk lying in his own urine.

Knowing the difference, Hell Roar cried even louder.