The scorching air current, with the shock wave of the explosion, blew General Nazgolin, who had just risen from the ground, away.

As burly as he was, he was also blown out of the fortress deep underground, and hit him several times.

One can imagine how terrible the attack power of the big bomb is.

The underground fortress had collapsed extensively, and the fortress had not been built with such a terrible impact.

The orcs were only wary of the Alliance's demolition and relocation office, but they didn't think that the Alliance would drop a 'pseudo' tactical nuclear bomb.

Nazgolin crashed through several walls and eventually hit rock formations before he was stopped. He slammed into it in a large shape, and then fell into a gap in the rock formation five stories high.

After all, his body, which had been greatly strengthened by the strength of Yashaji, was not an invincible body that was not dead or injured, and he got up from the ground with his bleeding forehead covered.

He immediately noticed that the stones on the ground were spinning strangely, as if they were dancing some kind of ridiculous dance. It was clear that the shock wave from the explosion had stopped, although a fire broke out in the center of the explosion.

But there was a temperature under his feet that was no less than that of the center of the explosion.

No, it's just more than that.

Garrosh Hellroar has finally noticed something unusual. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, which he was not unfamiliar with, as if he was in a dragon's lair, stared at by an adult ancient dragon, and the snort of flames so hot that it burned everything echoed around the corners of the dragon's lips.

His underground fortress, which has been being built since he became the Great Chief. For the sake of this fortress, he took away a lot of hard labor from all tribes. And Magassa helped him to draw these laborers in the name of fighting the Alliance.

The huge underground fortress is very, very deep, and even with such a hundred-ton giant bomb, it can't blow up the entire fortress.

The floors closest to the ground may be in shambles, but as long as the deepest dungeon is okay, Garrosh has the confidence to use this underground fortress to strangle all the Alliance invaders and drain every drop of blood from their bodies.

At this moment, Garrosh felt two eyes.

The gaze from Duke-Marcus, whom he hated the most, seemed to be in the middle of the Void Temple, with Duke standing in the middle of the temple, holding him in one hand and holding his father's chains, while staring at him with a mocking gaze, and with the hateful smile of the clown-looking on his lips.

"Duke, Duke Marcus, I know you're watching, you're going to kill me—" The Kukaron Guard next to him looked at his boss a little dumbfounded, as if he was nervous for no reason.

In fact, lately, everyone has been feeling that Garrosh is a bit nervous.

This time was different, there was really a voice in the void, the voice of their most formidable enemy.

"Kill you, I will, but I'm not interested in getting into a rat hole and pulling you out of such a filthy place. Duke's voice rang out, like the ethereal sound of a tall building in the distance in the morning mist, full of psychedelic colors, but the words were clear.

"What! You actually call my majestic invincible fortress a rat hole!?"

Instead of answering him, Duke mocked, "You know, when a ship is about to sink, the first to come out is the rat ......."

"Hey, what do you mean!?answer me—bastard Duke!" Garrosh roared angrily, getting no response.

No, that's not entirely true either.

Duke responded in another way.

"Boom, boom!"

The whole of Orgrimmar trembled, and even the entire mountain range to which Orgrimmar was attached trembled.

The increasingly terrifying heat began to scorch the lowest level of the Underground Fortress.

"Ahhhh

The Kukaron Guards who drank the Black Heart Water of the Ashala Pole did not equal their immunity to elemental damage, let alone completely cut off the pain. They are still creatures, they will be hurt, they will be afraid of pain, and they will die.

When the ground at the bottom of the underground fortress was like a crumbly cookie, torn apart by the sudden underground camp, Duke's back hand finally showed his grandeur.

"Bang-" That's lava with a temperature of nearly 1,200 degrees Celsius!

and the absolutely abnormal fire element, the violent tongue of fire, the temperature of the outer flame is as high as 8000 degrees.

"Ahhh

"Run!"

"If you don't run, you'll be burned!"

If it were something else, maybe the brain-dead roar would kill a few deserters on the spot and use them to make an example. It's a pity that in the face of this unreasonable high temperature, if you don't want to become coke that is not even a roast pig, the only way is to escape.

As Duke had just taunted, he ran towards the ground.

At this time, the brain-dead roar finally knew what Duke was doing—no one would have the imagination to imagine that Duke, as the master of the fire element, would be so generous.

Duke directly pumped a large cloud of lava from the Flame Lands at the southern foot of Mount Hyjal through the designated passage dug by the Heirs of Oro through the small half of Azhara in one breath to Orgrimmar.

If Duke were a true god, he might be able to invoke the deepest lava in the planet's core and destroy Orgrimmar just like the Will of Azeroth.

Unfortunately, Duke is not, so he can only settle for the next best thing, and use the magma of the Fire Lands to destroy Orgrimmar.

The earth rose with a roar, and the tribesmen in the ruins of Orgrimmar, who did not die at the first time, were like the snakes, insects, rats and ants who had fled, trying to escape from the city that they had wanted to defend with their lives a day before.

They screamed and cried, they couldn't bear the sadness, the pain and the fear in their hearts.

In the face of this world-destroying natural disaster, the power of mortals is so small and powerless.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A new Red Flame Peak, replacing Orgrimmar, rose higher and higher, spewing lava and billowing black smoke in all directions.

The lava from the volcano destroys everything in its path, whether it is a once majestic temple, a strong wall, or a lifeless corpse.

After dropping the bomb, Naxxramas and Dalaran and the Alliance fleet were already moving away from Orgrimmar at full speed, with the nearest flying ship three kilometers away from Naxxramas.

At this time, almost all the alliance bosses gathered in Naxxramas, not a projection, but the arrival of the deity.

Everyone is invited by Duke to witness the destruction of the tribe.

Duke's gaze seemed to go beyond the present to the future, and his voice was filled with a certain sense of sacredness, a certain sonorous sense of resoluteness.

"Once upon a time, Orgrimmar represented the rebirth of the orcs, the rise of a new tribe, and the liberation from the control of the Alliance. In the past, strong enemies were around, and the alliance had no chance to attack. Now, the Alliance will take this opportunity to completely destroy the symbolic capital of the Horde!"