Not to mention Thrall, even the sand sculpture players who were working as the boss of the control room felt so frightened that they trembled when they saw the outrageous fire path.
What an exaggeration!
The flames spread unreasonably and endlessly. From a distance, they looked like small snakes, but in reality they were fire dragons.
The tribe prepared carefully, and after obtaining the consent of the elves, they sharpened the made horse with a large log, and it suddenly turned into a torch representing destruction.
The thigh-thick log, which had not been stained with the devil's blood, was so charred and carbonized. In just two breaths, it collapsed and shattered all over the ground, let alone people!
The heroic orc warrior couldn't even utter a cry, and turned into a human-shaped torch that was shorter than fireworks. His hands and feet twitched a few times, and he fell slumped to the ground.
All the arrangements were in vain!
No matter it was the tall wooden wall, the wooden sentry tower with a wide attack range, or even the metal tanks of the Iron Tribe, they could not withstand the terrifying high temperature that was likely to exceed 5,000 degrees Celsius.
Seeing that even the black iron armor melted into liquid instantly, even the bravest orc warrior could not help but scream in surprise.
If the damage caused by one path of flames burning along the earth is limited, then what about the second and third path?
Every 10 seconds, a new fire snake spreads over and wreaks havoc on the orc camp.
When Meng De flicked his fingers and fired four [Fires of Destruction] from the front and back, drawing a crooked [well] character in the camp, the morale of the tribal army collapsed.
"ah!"
"No--"
"Mom——"
"We can't win! We can't win! How can we defeat such a monster?"
Don't think that tribal warriors must be brave and fearless of death.
Wake up!
This is the third battle of Dark Portal.
Many of the orcs who were high on demon blood lost their violent energy.
If the courage of those orcs was 100 at the beginning, it is now at most 80.
The casualties exceed their psychological endurance, and they will collapse anyway. Especially if an organization has not tasted victory for many years, the upper limit of morale will never be higher.
Seeing the orc soldiers running away crying for their fathers and mothers, a strong sense of shame surged into Thrall's heart.
Ancestor!
Their miserable appearance was seen in the eyes of the trolls and tauren allies, in the eyes of the dark elves watching the battle, and in the eyes of the alliance. This was truly embarrassing.
Thrall was angry!
He was really angry!
He raised the [Destruction Hammer] high, and the flames blooming from the square-headed hammer violently clashed with the fifth flame. The violent turbulence of fire elements tore through the surrounding earth. Only with his
With the feet as the center, a cone-shaped fire-free zone is left behind.
"You cowards can run away if they want! Your chief will not run away!"
Thrall, who showed extraordinary courage, finally attracted the attention of many orcs, and their shame overcame their fear.
They turned their heads, shouted, and began to launch a mindless charge towards Archimonde, who continued to stride towards the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, Sal's mouth felt a little bitter.
He did not want to see a tribe whose spine was broken and could no longer be strong.
But what would he, the great chief, want to see if these courageous and good young people died in such a meaningless manner?
This picture fell into the eyes of many bosses at the same time.
Tyrande, Macdonald and Archimonde made intriguing sounds at the same time.
"oh!?"
However, Mengde continued: "Interesting! What I like to see the most is the struggle and... despair of the ants!"
After a second, Meng De's big hand gently raised.
Thrall flew away!
He flew so high and far!
Jumping straight for a hundred meters on the spot, which is equivalent to a terrifying height of more than 30 stories, not to mention himself, even Vol'jin, Varok and Tauren Chief Kane not far away were dumbfounded.
With such a loud noise, our chief flew away?
No, it should be said that Thrall was lucky. There were several personal guards around him, and they died almost instantly when they were hit by the [Air Explosion Technique].
When they flew out upside down, their crooked bodies and their hands and feet twisted like soft-skinned snakes all proved that they had lost their lives.
And Thrall's crisis doesn't stop there.
He didn't know how he got hit, except that his internal organs were shaken by the Qi Explosion Technique, and his body was also stained with a trace of fire.
This is not an ordinary flame. This is the aftermath of the fire of destruction. Once a mortal touches it, it will be slowly burned by the flames for dozens of seconds.
It would be normal for an ordinary person to die suddenly on the spot.
What a Sal!
He was stunned and gave his left rib a hammer in mid-air, forcing the flames of [Destruction Hammer] to push away the fierce flames of Meng De. The price was to replace the continuous damage with a one-time but controllable damage.
Just when the flames were about to cause further damage to his body, Thrall took out the frost elemental gem given to him by McDonald and covered it near the wound.
"Ziu!" The sound reminded him of barbecue steak.
The crisis is not over yet.
The whole person felt dizzy, and the centrifugal force accelerated by gravity gave Sal the illusion that his heart was about to burst.
Fortunately, heroes of this level are capable of what others cannot.
The muscles in Kane's arms bulged, and he threw a large piece of mud into the sky with his hands, hitting Thrall accurately from bottom to top.
The impact force caused by the collision certainly caused Sal to vomit blood on the spot, but Sal's falling speed slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"[Elf]! Come on!" Rexxar roared, calling for his war eagle.
This giant eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters pounced accurately and caught the falling Sal with its talons.
Although it could not support all of Thrall's weight, it still further slowed Thrall's fall.
Brainless Roar jumped up high and took the last blow.
"Warchief, are you okay?" Varok came over.
"Death... I can't die..." Sal spit out another mouthful of salty foam and hurriedly ordered: "Escape quickly! This is not an enemy that our family can deal with!"
The tribal army finally withdrew, at the cost of more than half of its casualties.
It would be hard for anyone to accuse the tribe of not trying its best.
That is not an enemy that mortals can face.
After losing to Archimonde, Thrall had nothing to say.
What really left Thrall speechless was Archimonde's reaction. After destroying the Horde army, Archimonde laughed wildly for a while, and then...
He stopped moving and sat majestically on the position at the foot of the mountain. With a wave of his hand, he let the demon army behind him surge forward.
Thrall couldn't help but feel sad - why? Why would he hit hard when facing the Horde, but be careful when facing the Alliance? Doesn't this show that the Horde is incompetent?
Fortunately, he saw McDonald again.
When the remnants of the tribe walked by in dejection, the alliance commander-in-chief played a strange musical instrument called "erhu".
The music in the instruments, for some reason, made Sal always feel like McDonald was mocking them.
Many years later, Sal learned that on this day, McDonald was playing "The Song of Psycho"!
