The large war machine that Garrosh had prepared in the Underground Fortress had no chance of bringing out. For example, the Iron War Scorpion.

Similarly, in this life, Duke Mu has given the brainless roar enough time to corrupt the entire Splendid Valley, so there is no such group of bosses in history.

In addition, Duke drove the tribe to Pandaria, so that Brain Scream had no time to do any 'side quests', and there was no primordial dinosaur boss brought back from Behemoth Island.

Except for a few diehards around Garrosh, he still made some achievements as in history. For example, the Dragonthroat Clan, which revived the tribe.

The Dragon's Throat clan in this life declined with the Dark Gate World War II, when the patriarch Zuluhid hung up. It wasn't until the Cataclysm that the Dragonthroat Clan returned to the stage of history after Garrosh destroyed the Twilight Fortress in the Barren Rift Valley.

Overseer Zaira and Garrosh formed a very close relationship during the events in Twilight Heights, and she and her Dragonmaw Orcs pledged allegiance to Garrosh's cause. The terrifying Ancestor Dragongalakas, a direct descendant of all the Dragon's Cataclysmic ancestors, rode on its back and appeared as the boss in front of the Alliance's powerhouses.

"Oh!" sighed a group of alliance bosses.

Nothing to do with them again.

Duke didn't care what kind of PY deal they made for the sake of a spot, anyway, Duke wanted an absolute crushing and destruction.

Basically, every time a strong man jumps out on the tribe side, there is a corresponding strong man on the alliance side who rushes up and pulls him to the side area to fight.

As soon as Galacas appeared, an earl jumped off a platform on Naxxramas.

The whole league knows what Countess Catlana is?

Now the countess has jumped off the building again.

Under the acceleration of gravity, the Countess fell faster and faster, and the strong wind blew her black hair dancing wildly, and a red dress looked as bright as a falling comet from a distance.

There was no long roar, the clothes on the countess's back turned into black wings in the blink of an eye, her slender and white limbs turned into dragon claws covered with fine, solid black scales, and her slender body was expanding rapidly......

From human to dragon, it was only about three seconds, and by the time she landed on top of Galacas's head, Onexia had fully manifested herself as a guardian dragon.

Galacas, who lacked experience in fighting guardian dragons, was caught off guard. As soon as it lifted its huge head, it found itself directly hit by the opponent's signature wings.

The flames, which had been supported and strengthened by the Fire Elemental Realm, exploded into a sky of sparks and carbonized the entire wing of the Ancestral Dragon. The Ancestral Dragon roared in pain, and Rao rolled down from mid-air for more than three hundred meters and failed to stabilize his body.

After all, it was still a primitive creature, not like a five-colored dragon. The five-colored dragon is strengthened by the Titans, and the truly strong Wyvern can still soar through the sky by harnessing the elements.

No one expected that the Wyvern Boss on the tribe's side would fall into an absolute disadvantage with just one face.

As Galacas rolled to the ground, Onexia used her incomparable flying skills to hover over four sharp claws to unload parts from Galacas's body.

When the Ancestral Dragon crashed to the ground and smashed a huge pit in the red earth, Onexia also replenished her legs, directly pressing her weight on the back of the opponent with the kinetic energy brought by gravitational acceleration.

"Kara!" it was the crisp sound of a spine cracking.

Without giving the other party the slightest room to fight back, the black dragon's mouth with countless sharp teeth had already bitten into Galacas's neck. At the same moment, Overseer Zaira was split in half in the Black Dragon's Claws.

The people of the Alliance could barely see a dark shadow flashing down.

When they saw it clearly, the scene in the picture had already reached the decisive victory: they only saw the black dragon princess wearing a huge alliance coat and taking over the opponent as a mount of the alliance.

Whether it was the siege master Heisuo or the Praying Mantis Demon's Karaxie Yingjie, in front of the alliance's group of powerful cattle, they were hammered and killed one by one.

It's not a level contest.

Over there, Duke was still playing with his brains.

In the distance, more of the Kukaron Guards, who had escaped from the volcanic eruption, rushed over like crazy, only to be strangled by the elite of the alliance led by the Silver Hand.

In the center of the battlefield, there are not many tribal warriors still fighting.

Another fierce fight, Tirio suppressed Nazgorin, looking at the tribal general who had been scarred by him, he couldn't bear it after all, and suddenly whispered: "Surrender! You are not one of those madmen who are desperate for power and disregard the lives of the people, you are different from them." If you surrender, I swear in the name of the Light that the Alliance will give you justice. ”

Of course, Nazgorin knew that he couldn't beat Tirio, but his answer was extremely loud and dignified: "I am Nazgorin, the Chief's Fist, the Commander of the Tribe!

"Is it worth it!?" Tirio was a little anxious.

"It's worth it, there's nothing worth it! I'm glad to have a glorious battle with you. I ended up on the side of the chiefs because it was my calling. If you were the one who finally brought me down, I would be happy too!"

"Garrosh will lead the orcs to destruction. Are you willing?"

"If the orcs really want to be extinct, it is providential. Otherwise, there will always be heroes who will lead the orcs and lead 'our world' to prosperity. Saying that, it was another fierce fight.

This time, Tirio miscalculated. In his imagination, it would be another sword and axe exchange. But at the last moment, I don't know if Nazgorin's legs were weak, or if Tirio still regarded the other party as in his heyday.

Under the slam blow, it slammed directly into a large gap in Nazgolin's weapon, which directly exploded his weapon.

"This ......"

The door panel is the same, and after it is cut out, it is not said to stop.

The Ember Messenger, who represents the ultimate in the fierce route, faithfully fulfills the power of his master.

With a flash of golden light, Nazgorin was cut through a huge wound from his right neck to his left chest and abdomen.

There was no pain, no regret, and from the rugged green face that was characteristic of the orcs, Nazgorin smiled: "I am still glorious though I am defeated Lok'tar, O'gar"

Tirio suddenly felt a pang in his heart, he had defeated countless enemies, but no one had ever wanted to be like this, and after defeating him, he felt like a knife.