Chapter 1301 Without you, it is very important to me
Thrall wanted to think about it, but his body once again tried its best to stir up the power of [Destruction Hammer], pouring out the fire element again, detonating the cannonball in advance.
Another big explosion!
Sal didn't even notice that the distance from which he detonated the shell was already more than ten meters shorter than the first time.
But at this moment, the third wave came.
In Sal's widened eyes, the light began to fade unnaturally.
This is not giving him a chance to breathe at all!
Don't you Thrall want to protect the Blackstone Orcs to the death? You protect it! If you can protect it, you protect it!
McDonald ruthlessly trampled Sal's thoughts with practical actions.
Finally this time, Thrall began to lose strength.
The artillery shell was detonated at an altitude of 200 meters, and the damage could not be completely prevented from being within the range, so the consequences would be serious.
This becomes an [air blast] with a wider killing range!
Varok's frightened eyes reflected a ball of fire that burst into flames.
In McDonald's playful gaze from thousands of miles away.
The fire spread and destruction spread.
Amidst the loud noise, continuous flashes of light spread along the avenue of Honor Valley towards the dark alley area.
The orc-style brick-and-wood structure building was blown to pieces like piles of wood. The fragments flew all over the sky. Countless mud and stone slabs were lifted from the ground. These secondary injuries formed the sickle of death, which crazily harvested the orcs.
life.
You know, this majestic city rebuilt from Dire Maul is filled with orc refugees!
As the cannon shells exploded, blood and flesh were everywhere in the Valley of Honor. Then more and more orc limbs were blown up into the air. Thrall and Varok's hearts gradually fell into the ice cave.
This is the revenge of the Alliance!
This is the emperor's knock!
You, Sal, are disobedient, right? Then I’ll beat you until you are obedient!
"No -" Sal looked up to the sky and screamed, knowing that McDonald would definitely hear his voice of resistance.
heard it.
So what?
Thousands of miles away, McDonald was sitting on the throne, his eyes turned cold: "Continue!"
The fourth and fifth Gustav cannon shots fell rhythmically. Thrall was still trying his best to resist, but everyone could see that he was beginning to run out of strength.
The area covered by the jetted flames is getting smaller and smaller.
From the original limit, it can spray to 500 meters, to 300 meters and 200 meters later.
The damage caused by the giant cannon to the Valley of Honor became more and more serious. Except for the Chief's Hall where Thrall was guarding, the surrounding buildings were reducing in height at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There were originally many four- and five-story buildings, but after the third shot, only three floors remained. After the fifth shot, there was only a ruin no taller than a person.
This terrifying giant cannon that can even explode a fortress is like using a warhammer to hit a pile of biscuits.
Soon, after the sixth shot, Sal finally lost control of his body, and after shaking a few times, he slumped down.
"Warchief——" Varok, who was waiting below, hurriedly flew over to catch Thrall.
What made him even more humiliated and desperate was that, completely out of control, the entire New Orgrimmar was clearly exposed to Alliance artillery and had no protection. The Alliance stopped the bombardment at the moment Thrall was exhausted.
The moment he was hugged by Varok, Thrall seemed to wake up a little. With tears in his eyes, he said: "Varok, I'm sorry, I..."
"Great Chief! Don't say anything. You...tried your best." Varok lowered his head slightly, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "McDonald's, I know you are still there, answer me!
What do you want!?"
Except for the chief's hall, the Valley of Honor has long since become empty. There is no living person within the ring range of a hundred to five hundred meters in diameter.
At this moment, the figure of a trident thief changed from illusion to reality, and he threw a magic crystal.
McDonald's image suddenly appeared from the magic mirror.
In the picture, Macdonald, dressed in rich clothes, rests his elbows on the armrests of the throne. His fingers are intertwined and the backs of his fingers are resting on his chin. His eyes are cold and cruel.
He spoke.
"The fate of your orc-dominated tribe today is entirely the result of you listening to Ner'zhul and Gul'dan back then. You have your survival, and we have our justice. Just as you will not defend the tribe in those days.
We will not shed a tear for the death of the tribesmen. My request is still the same, Thrall, take Varok and his bodyguards and get out of here.
, go and beat up the [Iron Horde]. This way at least you can find a place for the people who are loyal to you."
Sal's lips trembled with anger: "What if I refuse!?"
"Then please go to hell!" McDonald said decisively: "Without you - it is very important to us!"
Sal's pupils suddenly dilated to the extreme, and soon the light in his eyes began to dissipate.
He finally understood.
McDonald forced him to steal [Iron Horde]'s butt. It wasn't that the Alliance couldn't afford the price, but that the price was a bit high. If he could afford it, he wouldn't pay it.
If MacDonald is angered, his orthodox tribe and the Iron tribe will be destroyed together.
Without any more beeps, McDonald issued an ultimatum: "In ten minutes, there will be 24 hours of non-stop bombardment and... a general attack!"
Leave no chickens or dogs behind!
Thrall and Varok were in a trance for a while, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Suddenly, Varok's eyes became sharp: "Here comes someone! Send the warchief to the portal immediately!"
His bodyguards immediately rushed forward to hold Thrall back.
"No! Varok, wait! You can't..."
This time, not only Varok's personal guards, but also Thrall's personal guards rushed forward, and together they grabbed Thrall and dragged him to the portal.
If Thrall was still in his prime, these personal guards wouldn't be able to hold him back.
It's a pity that it took six consecutive [Gustav Cannonballs], and even though it was as strong as Thrall, it was a bit weak.
No, perhaps Thrall realized that his persistence had lost its meaning, and it was more of a half-hearted effort.
Thrall was sent through the portal and arrived at the open space in front of the Dark Portal of Silithus. As soon as he passed through, Thrall immediately noticed that Varok stopped and did not follow.
Thrall immediately realized something, Varok was about to become a martyr.
If most of his men were to die, Varok would not want to live alone.
"No! Wait! Varok, you can't do this." For the first time in his life, Thrall hurt himself so much. He couldn't protect his old friends, couldn't protect his people, and even took his people to find a way.
To survive, you need the mercy of the enemy leader.
This extremely painful feeling of powerlessness engulfed his heart in an instant.
Tears of regret flowed out.
Of course he knew how many unjust wars the tribe had fought, but as an orc, he had no choice but to consider the welfare and future of the orcs as his top priority.
"Goodbye, Great Chief, I hope you can lead us to truly find our own home..." Varok waved his hand gently, his expression was calm and his movements were chic...
Originally, this would have been a touching farewell.
But at the last moment when the portal was about to close, Varok was suddenly knocked away by a demon guard's [Charge], and he rushed through the portal like a dog eating shit.
All the orcs looked at the opposite portal in shock at the same time. The orc warlock who originally guarded the portal smiled evilly and showed a trident badge.
[Wagesh] smiled evilly: "The boss won't allow you to die here, so you have no right to die here!"
