Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 474: Boss

As a hybrid of an ogre and an orc, Rexxar had never been welcomed by his own kind. But everything changed after he joined this helpless cross-world expedition.

At the very least, he was respected by Chieftain Orgrim.

If we put it in human terms, it means that a gentleman will die for his friend.

For Orgrim, he could withstand Duke's ultimate in Grim Batol without hesitation.

So what if I'm seriously injured?

So what if I'm covered in scars?

If it's a fight for the future of the Horde, then it's all worth it.

Now, finally seeing the dawn of victory, Rexxar was excited.

When he killed the row of humans in front of him with an extremely swift whirlwind axe, he suddenly realized that the entire front part of the central formation had been killed by them.

There was no human being standing within a radius of 100 meters.

Is victory really coming?

Suddenly, every orc heard a distant howl that seemed to come from ancient times - it was the voice of a dragon.

The voices of the red dragons, who had once become the orcs' mounts but broke free and became the nightmare of the entire tribe. The newly arrived tribe members showed a blank expression, and every veteran of the Horde who withdrew from the front line had a black face.

They still remembered how these ancient ferocious beasts, which were once their own, easily reduced the 100,000-strong army in front of Grim Batol Fortress to ashes, and how they destroyed the bunkers in Dun Morogh, where humans had paid huge sacrifices but failed to advance, as if they were toys.

The shouts from the orcs suddenly faded a lot.

In contrast, the humans immediately erupted in the loudest cheers since the war began.

"Hahaha! The dragon is coming, you ugly greenskins, just wait for death!"

"Repent in the flames of hell, green monster!"

"The Red Dragonflight belongs to the Alliance. As long as the Red Dragons are here, you will never be able to occupy our land!"

It seems that every land-dwelling race longs to break free from the shackles of gravity, fly into the sky, and soar into the sky. This is an innate instinct and desire. Duke still remembers that in the Second War movies he watched before crossing, almost every soldier gave the warmest cheers to the planes of his own side that dived down from the sky.

The excitement of watching your patron saint descend from the sky will never get boring no matter how many times you do it. Not to mention, it is a giant dragon that humans have revered for countless years since the birth of Azeroth.

Just when every orc was stunned, began to panic, and began to despair, Orgrim - the man who charged in front of all the orcs and proved the glory of the orcs with blood and fighting, stood on a high place again and raised high the Doomhammer that seemed to be flowing with magma at this moment.

The chief's rough roar echoed in all directions.

"You ignorant human, do you think that dragons are the only rulers of this world? Hahaha! How ridiculous! You despicable big lizard, now you will pay the price of your arrogance with blood!"

Orgrim shouted twice.

The first time was shouted in Orcish, and the second time was in the common language of humans.

As Orgrim finished speaking, the human commanders felt gloomy for the first time in their hearts.

Could it be that Orgrim has a backup plan?!

Not only Lothar, Mograine, Terenas and others, but even Duke, a time traveler, was a little confused at this moment, frantically searching for memories of this battle in his mind: "Damn, according to history, the orcs will definitely fall in this battle at Blackrock Mountain. Except for Orgrim killing Lothar, the orcs have no chance of turning the tables. What happened? Is it the 21% non-compliance that is causing the problem?"

It seemed as if responding to the inner thoughts of Duke, the time traveler who arbitrarily changed the plot.

Orgrim slammed his hammer down on the ground of the Searing Gorge.

"Bang!"

The next second, hundreds of thousands of people fighting in the Burning Canyon felt the ground jump slightly at the same time. It was not the earth shaking caused by the charge of the heavy cavalry, nor was it Orgrim's hammer that shook the entire earth, but a vibration from the inside out, and the entire Burning Canyon shook.

Except for the dwarf troops with a lower center of gravity, almost all the soldiers, whether human or orc, lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Lothar, who had just started to rush forward from the rear, and his Knights of the Stormwind and the Knights of the Silver Hand were hit at the same time. They were running at high speed, and except for the members of the Silver Knights who had excellent horsemanship, many people in the Storm Knights fell to the ground with their horses.

Many horses broke their legs as a result, and many knights broke their arms, legs, and even necks before they even joined the battle.

There was chaos everywhere.

Taking advantage of the collapse of the human battle line, Orgrim took the opportunity to charge into the disorganized human army.

But at this moment, except for the soldiers who were fighting fiercely, almost all the superiors didn't care about the battle in the Burning Canyon.

Compared with the existence in this world, those existences beyond this world are more terrifying.

The Scorching Gorge is basically a lava canyon that runs diagonally across the map from southwest to northeast.

The battle is now taking place on a small plain near Blackrock Spire in the southeast. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Between this unnamed small plain and the Black Charcoal Valley further west, there is actually a huge rift that looks like a knife when viewed from the sky, and the bottom of the rift is full of churning lava.

Now, a terrible roar was coming from the lava river at the bottom of the rift. Everyone couldn't help but look towards the rift. As the ground over there shook violently, pieces the size of carriages kept falling from the edge of the rift, making thunderous sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The lava river at the bottom of the rift began to gush upward wildly.

"roar!"

As if it was an illusion, the dwarves in the right formation felt as if they heard the roar of some ancient beast faintly coming from the magma.

"Did you hear that? There seems to be a sound of a monster over there in the rift valley?"

"You heard that, too?"

The dwarves were talking among themselves.

"What is that?" Vereesa gently pulled the sleeve of Duke's wizard robe, her face revealing a complex expression of excitement and nervousness.

"Duke, can you guess what that is?" Alleria was the first to notice the constipated expression on Duke's face.

"Damn, I'd rather not have guessed it." Duke's mouth was bitter.

"roar--"

Once again!

This time, no one doubts

And it was approaching. The roar was getting closer and closer, making it very clear to everyone that the source of the roar was rapidly approaching the ground from under the magma.

At this moment, almost everyone stopped fighting, whether it was the human soldiers who were raising their shields to block, or the orc warriors who were wielding their giant axes to chop. They all turned around in shock, raised their heads, and watched in amazement as a terrifying stream of magma spurted into the sky from the bottom of the rift, shooting towards the red dragon team flying at high speed!