Chapter 463: : The Last Charge

The banquet for the assembly hall was over, and everyone went back to their homes to do their own business.
The Azeroth coalition has stepped up its offensive against the parallel Draenor world, striving to completely stabilize the situation in this new colony within a month or so.
In the Nagrand Prairie, the army of the Shaohao dynasty slammed forward, and the entire steppe had fallen into the hands of the pandaren.
Now they have encircled Tekken Port, this is the last stronghold of the Warsong clan.
The Cloud Xianglong cavalrymen took turns on duty, whistling hovering above Tekken Port, dropping a high explosive bomb, the orcs of the Warsong clan bombed by this extremely flammable high-altitude bomb.
There was a sudden loud noise in the distance, and then a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.
There is the direction of Hangmaul Fort.
Then everyone learned the news: The second leader of the Iron Horde, Cargas Bladefist, with great pleasure, detonated a special bomb in Xuanmaobao.
This super bomb is made by Hessian Chaebol for Calgast. It is hand-made, with eight stars and eight diamonds, and is extremely luxurious.
All the configurations of the bomb were made in accordance with the parameters of the "little fat pier" on the central square of Heisuo City where the memorial statue was placed.
Goblins are crazy about making a second such super bomb.
His Majesty the Lord said that this thing is an atomic bomb of the magic rune version. As for what an atomic bomb is, the goblins don't know. They only know that this thing can level a city in an instant.
Calgaz accepted the "Little Fat Pier No. 2" and then immediately pulled away from the city of Hangmaulu and began to install a dedicated launcher.
He wasn't going to break the city and catch the slaves. He decided to level this place and let the ogres take their city with them, all extinct from the world and disappear.
then. . . The superbomb dragged a fierce arcane light, jumped over the towering wall, and flew into the city of Hangmaul.
Xuanmaobao disappeared from the world of Draenor, now there is nothing left except for a pile of crystallized rubble.
The ogres in the city, and the shattered hand clan of the orthodox tribe, all followed the city to ascension.
The goblin observer was crazy, pointing at the long-lasting cloud of mushrooms in the sky, sending out a shrill scream.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha, blow up! That little baby she really blows up! Feel the power of goblin technology! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The whole process of the genocide explosion soon appeared on the major news media in the world of Azeroth.
No one cares if the ogre's extinction will be cruel, everyone's attention is on that super bomb.
Expedition Agus is imminent, expedition universe is imminent, if there is such a big killer, then the road of colonization and conquest will be much easier.
Whoever disobeys, throws one down, and blows you up a city, which feels really beautiful.
The Empire of the Night issued a statement soon, saying that this super bomb is still in the stage of perfection. After entering the age of the universe, it will be fully sold. Everyone will have it. Don't worry.
With the first time, there is naturally the second time.
Soon, the panda people spent a lot of money and bought the No. 3 experimental fat pier from the Dark Empire and lost it to Tekken Port.
The victim, Grom Hellscream, escaped the horror on the night of the explosion because guard soldiers desperately blocked the exit with stones in a cave.
When he walked out of the cave again, there was only white ground in front of him.
That's right, it's nothing.
Tekken Port has disappeared, this land is completely crystallized by arcane energy, like the glass surface, reflecting the silvery white light.
The arcane wind eroded Grom's body, and also tore his heart.
The orthodox tribe is over, and the Warsong clan is over.
Tekken Harbor is home to all men, women, and children of the Warsong clan, and that demon-like bomb ends it all.
No one could find the body, as if it had never appeared in this world.
Oh no, there are still some traces to be found.
Close to the mountains, there are crystal sculptures of various shapes. They maintain their pre-death posture, and their faces can still recognize the fear and distortion of death.
The crystallized land that reflects the sun and emits a lavender hazy light looks very beautiful to outsiders. People from the world of Azeroth will definitely feel familiar. This landform and Northrend Crystal Song Forest are really It's too similar.
But to the last of the Warsong clan, Grom, this is hell.
Crystallized Hell.
"Devils ... all demons ..."
Two lines of tears ran down the cheeks of the orc chieftain, shaking violently.
There are no more orthodox tribes, no more clans, they are extinct and no longer exist.
The erosive arcane energy is like radiation, constantly destroying the orc's body, plundering his vitality.
Nothing more. . . Let it all be over.
Pandaren's army preparing to evacuate was attacked by an orc.
Grom launched a final charge towards the Shaohao Dynasty. He held up the Blood Roar and ignored the crystallized scars on his body caused by the erosion of arcane energy.
The monk commander silently looked at the orcs who were charging, without saying a word, and then. . .
"Put a gun all!"
The spears and guns aimed at Grom, which was getting closer and closer.
Watching the movements of the enemies, Grom grinned and grinned, trying his best to speed up the charge.
"The orcs never do ..."
boom! Bang! Da Da Da Da Da. . .
Grom stopped, he tried to keep himself standing, but unfortunately his body shook even more.
A sense of weakness came, and the chief warrior fell to the ground.
The last Orthodox tribe soldier died, and Draenor's biggest resistance was officially declared dead.
Kalimdor Continent, Palace of the Night.
"I'm waiting for you in Argus, Sarodal."
Sargeras looked at Hu Feng, his face was calm, and the evil energy in his eyes was burning dullly.
"And you, Aggrama, I look forward to seeing you get my revenge, but I'm defeated again."
"Maybe Saroldal won't kill you, but I will, Argus is your place of burial, Sargeras." Agramar clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.
"Oh yes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hu Feng thought of it now.
"Agus the lonely ... has it been completely corrupted by the evil energy? If not, stop for a while, maybe there is little hope, but it is still possible for him to become a state where the Titan divine power and the evil energy coexist, I Try it. "
Sargeras shook his head. Although he didn't understand why Saroldar knew Argus the Whisperer, Sar always disdain to deny it.
"No, you have a way to get him to coexist? If he is incomplete because of corruption, he will have a heart for the New Pantheon after he successfully hatched ..."
"Ah! I know! You have long accepted the new Pantheon! Hey, hey ... Do n’t pretend, wait for this friendly match, I will put you down, we can prepare two One. "
The awkward Sargeras was so annoyed that he stopped talking and left Azeroth across the portal.
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