Wojin was awakened by the guards. He hurriedly ran out of the bedroom and saw the raging flood.
As the chief of the tribe, Vol'jin has long been prepared to escape. His residence is located at the highest point of Orgrimmar, in an inconspicuous airship, with loyal guards on duty around the clock.
Before the flood came, the airship, which had been warned in advance, climbed into the air as quickly as possible.
Vol'jin watched helplessly as the turbid floods fell from the sky, mixed with broken branches and stones, and rushed into the streets of Orgrimmar. Rows of houses collapsed, and countless soldiers woke up from their sleep and struggled under the floods.
Survive.
The floods and turbid sewage quickly turned Orgrimmar into a swampy country.
Wo'jin sighed, the disaster struck months earlier than expected, and Orgrimmar was completely unprepared.
With regret, Vol'jin realized his negligence. He should have expected all this. This was a dereliction of duty as a chief. If Thrall was still alive, he would never make such a mistake.
It's a pity that the matter has reached this point and is irreversible.
Vol'jin hurriedly tore open the communication scroll and activated the teleportation service provided by Dalaran.
Don't think that you can be safe on the airship. Vol'jin is guessing Kane's reaction and whether the immortal tauren will send an airship to intercept. Vol'jin is not sure, let alone Sylvanas.
Dozens of airships rose from Orgrimmar, and the figures on the airships were all very familiar. Vol'jin was not the only one who had been prepared to escape.
Vol'jin saw Doras, the richest man in the tribe. The airship she was traveling in was large, luxurious and full of jewels.
The fat Doras held on to the railing on the deck and looked coldly at the countless soldiers below struggling to survive. There was no pity in his eyes, only sorrow for the loss of wealth.
Saguloth Saurfang and Gerdor Nazgrim, the two newly rising orc generals, moved their families to the battleship.
When the flood came, two of Orgrimmar's most powerful battleships slowly took off. Two young orc generals stood on the deck, staring at Vol'jin with murderous intent.
The baffles on the sides of the battleship had already been opened, and Wojin could see the black muzzles.
Vol'jin felt murderous intent and pressure, and he knew very well that someone must be responsible for the failure of this war.
"Respected Warchief Vol'jin, Dracula. Broken Wheel is here to hear your call."
The goblin's flattering voice sounded behind him. Wo'jin's eyes lit up and he felt confident.
It's finally here.
Without changing his expression, Wojin turned around and walked into the cabin, where he saw a gorgeously dressed mage. His face was covered by a thick hood and he was carrying an inconspicuous staff. Judging from his figure, he should be a human.
Wo'jin can understand that sending away a prominent figure like Wo'jin requires taking certain risks. In order to avoid subsequent retaliation, it is very necessary to hide his identity.
Wo Jin felt the powerful magic power from this archmage and felt relieved.
"Dear Chief, how many subordinates do you need to take away? We hope that the more treasures you can take away, the better. Damn the tauren, what a strong city, how many years of wealth have been accumulated, and they are all destroyed like this.
Lost it."
Dracula. Broken Wheel asked in a low voice, and complained a few words to the Minotaur.
Vol'jin smiled and clapped his hands, and a troll who looked exactly like Vol'jin came out, dressed exactly like Vol'jin.
This is a substitute prepared in advance.
The troll pretending to be Vol'jin bowed respectfully to Vol'jin and walked up the stairs to the deck.
With a look of determination on his face, Vol'jin made an impassioned speech: "As the warchief of the tribe, a fearless leader, of course I have to live and die with Orgrimmar. This is a great honor. From today on, Vol'jin will
Kim is dead."
Although many trolls died in Orgrimmar, the foundation of the Broken Isles is still there, and the Darkspear tribe still has strength.
It's a pity that Wo'jin has too many enemies. First of all, Kane will never let him go. He doesn't want to bring disaster to the Darkspear tribe.
Dracula. Broken Wheel clapped his hands and praised: "Wise choice, you are worthy of being a great war chief of the tribe. Azeroth will pass down your bravery through the ages. You are a great war chief and a great king. Your courage
Forever."
Vol'jin smiled implicitly, and the compliment to the goblin was very useful.
"Let's get started. I have to leave here. Send me to the Sweet Water Cliff of the Zandalari Empire. My warm villa and my beauties are waiting for me."
The hooded Archmage nodded, opened the portal, and the three of them got into the portal.
Not long after the three figures disappeared, the troll who looked like Wo Jin stood on the bow of the ship and shouted:
"I, Vol'jin, swear to live and die with Orgrimmar. Kane, you can destroy Orgrimmar, but you cannot defeat the great Horde. For the Horde and for Azeroth, let me sacrifice for the rise of the Horde.
"
The airship swayed, its head was pulled up violently, its power was running wildly, and it made an overwhelming and harsh sound, like a giant beast with its head held high, and then its head suddenly sank, and it was loaded into the rolling flood.
Saurfang and Nazgrim looked at the airship disappearing in the rolling flood in surprise, showing admiration at the same time.
Only Doras had a sneer on her lips and whispered: "What a cunning Woking."
After the peak of the flood, the flood calmed down, and the undead tauren who had been prepared for a long time gathered around. Kane Bloodhoof personally led the team and stood at the back to watch the battle. The tauren took boats, rafts, etc., and slaughtered the survivors of the flood.
The few orc soldiers who struggled to survive finally made it to the shore and were massacred. The orcs who were floating in the water were unable to resist the tauren, and countless corpses were floating on the water.
Cairn Bloodhoof showed a pleasant and crazy smile. The shame of many years was finally washed away. The orcs finally paid the price for their cruelty, and the tauren completed their revenge.
Although the tauren also paid a heavy price in this battle, there is still hope. The surviving tauren will multiply and multiply, and it will not take many years to fill the earth again.
In contrast, the few orcs who slipped through the net were not so lucky.
The brutal behavior of the orcs made them the public enemies of Azeroth. This cruel race was quickly slaughtered. It can be expected that the orcs will soon disappear from the racial sequence of Azeroth.
The orc generals on the airship watched all this helplessly. They could only be thankful that the tauren were unable to buy enough airships, but they were also powerless to do anything about the tragedy below.
At this moment, a thick tentacle stretched out of the water and swept away an undead tauren.
Subsequently, more and more tentacles stretched out of the water, and the floating orc corpses and undead tauren on rafts and boats became the targets of the tentacles' attacks and were swept into the water and disappeared.
Kane was horrified and quickly ordered the undead tauren in the water to retreat to the shore.
Many orcs on the airship were also stunned. These strange tentacles looked like octopuses, with a dark and cold aura. There was no doubt that they were the tentacles of the ancient gods.
Where do the tentacles of the Old Gods come from?
Doras, Saurfang, and Nazgrim, the three orcs who knew the truth changed their colors at the same time.
"It's Medivh, Medivh the Eternal Flesh, he's back."
Doras roared, her fat body rolled and crawled, and she rushed into the cabin crazily.
"Medivh the Eternal Flesh broke out of the seal. Could it be the power of these floods?" Saurfang said to himself in horror.
Kane also thought of this, and he hurriedly directed the undead tauren to retreat.
A roar suddenly sounded from the depths of the turbid flood.
Huge waves rolled, and dozens of tentacles as thick as houses rushed straight into the air, targeting airships in the sky. (To be continued)