Countless hellfires smashed onto the ground, creating craters one after another. The tall hellfires crawled out from the bottom of the pits, making terrifying roars around them.
The allied forces of all races surrounding Icecrown Citadel thought that the Scourge Legion was at the end of its rope. This was a relaxing and enjoyable trip, but they did not expect that the Burning Legion would suddenly arrive.
When the hellfire fell on the ground, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, igniting all combustible materials. Many people had no time to see these terrifying monsters and turned into fireballs.
Burning heat, the air was filled with terrifying high temperatures, making it impossible to breathe and unable to escape. It was as if what was being breathed in was fire, and many soldiers began to burn from within their bodies.
In the face of the terrifying hellfire, the Draenei who were most familiar with the Burning Legion were the first to collapse, either running around like headless flies, or kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
Prophet Velen taught the draenei many things, including patience and kindness, and loyalty to the Light, but he never taught them how to fight the Burning Legion.
The tauren bumped around, and under the extremely high temperature of the hellfire, there were waves of alluring aroma at first, but it soon turned into charcoal.
The Darkspear tribe, Theramore's ruffian army, the Silver Northern Expedition, and the slave army purchased by King Varian were all burned to death immediately after the coming of hellfire. The burned ashes scattered in the wind, as if they had never existed.
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The blood elves barely resisted for a while, but unfortunately their superb archery skills were ineffective against the hellfire, and they were soon burned by the hellfire until only their bones were left.
The elite Forsaken Army formed a formation and fought bravely against the Burning Legion. Unfortunately, the gap between the two sides was too great. The 20,000 soldiers Sylvanas had endured for many years and carefully trained were all exhausted.
The soldiers of the dwarves and gnomes also met a tragic end. Although they thought of retreating immediately, they were quickly overtaken by the hellfire, leaving only pools of ashes.
The leaders of the Alliance and the tribes stood on the Frozen Throne, looking helplessly below. Their soldiers were being slaughtered mercilessly. In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only countless hellfires and countless hellfires around the Frozen Throne.
The burning flames of the Legion.
"Oh my god, what happened? How could the Burning Legion appear here?"
Fording grabbed his hair hard, and the Silver Northern Expedition, which he had worked so hard to build, had hundreds of thousands of people at its peak, but now only a thousand elites from Icecrown Citadel remain.
Magni Bronzebeard looked pale and said coldly: "Fording, don't you understand? It was Thrall, he betrayed us to the Burning Legion."
"The Burning Legion? Why is this happening? I served the orcs loyally and never slacked off. I betrayed countless humans. Even Thrall praised me for my high moral character. I am unwilling to accept it."
Fording looked aggrieved and almost shed tears.
Vol'jin on the side gnashed his teeth with hatred: "Put away your tears, Fording, who can catch up with me compared to your loyalty to Thrall? Look what I got?"
Velen pulled his hair in pain and murmured: "Why is this happening? I can't believe that everything in front of me is real. Thrall is so kind and kind. Orcs are a great race. The Holy Light will not
It must be the Lich King’s illusion that deceived me.”
Sylvanas kicked Velen on the head: "Stupid Velen, wake up, your draenei are all dead, all of them."
Viren refused to acknowledge the reality and sat on the ground and closed his eyes hard: "No, no, everything in front of me is illusion. Holy Light, please save me from this false illusion."
Jaina's eyes rolled around and she screamed:
"Come on, Sal is trying to eradicate the roots. I'm afraid we will all die."
Jaina hurriedly opened the teleportation gate, and then she was surprised to find that the space had long been imprisoned and she could not cast teleportation spells.
"It's over, it's over, what should we do?" Jaina stamped her feet anxiously.
Kane Bloodhoof sat on the ground dejectedly and cried: "Are we tauren willing to be food for the orcs, or are we still unwilling to let us go?"
Magni Bronzebeard looked desperate. He had already prepared several Titan relics to deal with the tribe's various conspiracies.
But in the face of the powerful Burning Legion, with its absolutely crushing strength, the Titan relics were completely useless.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Sylvanas stood up and said loudly: "This is not the most desperate moment yet. At this critical moment, we should unite and fight and fight Thrall."
Undead Varian shook his head in despair and said with a bitter smile: "How can we fight against the terrible hellfire with our fragile bodies? It's impossible."
Sylvanas' almond-shaped eyes widened and she said angrily: "Varian, you incompetent waste, what use are you, go to hell."
Whoosh!
Sylvanas shot an arrow, which was a terrifying magic arrow. Varian stared blankly at his chest, his body exploded, and no bones remained.
Looking around at the stunned leaders, Sylvanas said loudly:
"You are all leaders respected by the people. Even if you have to die, you must die with dignity and fight against the Burning Legion."
At the entrance of Icecrown Citadel, Thrall, who had succeeded in his conspiracy, welcomed the general of the Burning Legion with a cold smile.
There are not many qualified orc soldiers left in Orgrimmar. Although he has the protection of the moon god Elune, Thrall is not at ease.
After the destruction of the Scourge, I am afraid that the Alliance and the tribes will make trouble for the orcs.
In order to reverse this unfavorable situation, Thrall deceived the elites of the Alliance and Horde to Icecrown Citadel, and then used the Burning Legion to catch them all. After the Burning Legion arrives, it will wipe out all intelligent races in Azeroth, leaving only the orcs.
Although cooperation with the Burning Legion requires risks, Thrall has no choice. He has to make a huge gamble for the fate of the orcs and his own power.
A figure as big as a hill came to the Icecrown Fortress. The heavily armed Lord of the Abyss, Magtheridon, looked at the tall, dark fortress in front of him and said slowly:
"Is this the base camp of the Scourge Legion, which has caused countless troubles to our Burning Legion? Huh, the Scourge Legion's base in the world of Argus is still very strong, but I have already arrived at their base camp."
Everyone thought that Magtheridon died in the Outer Realm, but in fact, smart people knew that demons would never really die. After their bodies were destroyed, they could easily be resurrected in the Twisting Nether.
When Magtheridon was imprisoned and unable to escape, he suffered humiliation and torture. It was Thrall who encouraged a group of adventurers to kill Magtheridon, which actually helped Magtheridon escape from the prison. Because of this
Magtheridon was willing to cooperate with Thrall only because of his kindness.
Thrall smiled widely and said: "Dear Lord of the Abyss, Arthas is on the Frozen Throne. As long as the Lich King is killed, the Scourge will be destroyed."
Magtheridon shook the halberd in his hand and said:
"Then what are you waiting for? I can't wait to see Arthas fall. Without the protection of the Scourge, Azeroth will inevitably burn. The Alliance and the Horde, huh, are a bunch of useless waste."
Magtheridon led the charge, leading a large group of hellfires into Icecrown Citadel.