Assembly Hall's banquet is over, and everyone goes back to their homes to do their own things.
The Azeroth coalition forces have intensified their offensive against the parallel Draenor world, striving to completely stabilize the situation in this new colony in about a month.
In Nagrand, the armies of the Shaohao Dynasty are advancing with great success, and the entire grassland has fallen into the hands of Pandaren.
Now they have surrounded Iron Fist Port, which is the last stronghold of the Warsong Clan.
The Yun Duanxiang Dragon Riders were on duty in shifts, whistling and hovering over the Iron Fist Port, dropping high-explosive bombs one after another. This extremely flammable high-altitude bomb caused Warsong Clan and Orcs to suffer unbearably.
Suddenly there was a loud and earth-shattering sound in the distance, and then a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.
That's the direction of Highmaul.
Then everyone learned the relevant news: Iron Horde's second-in-command, Kargath*Blade Fist, with extreme joy, detonated a special bomb at Highmaul.
This super Big Bomb is specially made by Heklar Consortium for Kargath. It is completely handmade and has eight stars and eight diamonds, which is the ultimate luxury.
All the configurations of the bomb were manufactured exactly according to the parameters of the "Little Fatty" with the commemorative statue in the central square of Heklar City.
Goblins people are almost crazy about building a second such super bomb.
His Majesty the Divine Emperor said that this thing is a magic rune version of an atomic bomb. As for what an atomic bomb is, Goblins don't know. They only know that this thing can level a city in an instant.
Kargath Le Diandian received the "Little Fatty No. 2", and then immediately took Highmaul outside the city and began to install a special launcher.
He was not going to attack this city and capture slaves. He decided to raze this place and let these Ogress and their city be exterminated and disappear from the world.
Then... Dragging a fierce Arcane light, this super bomb jumped over the towering city wall and flew into the Highmaul city.
Highmaul disappeared from the world of Draenor, and now there is nothing left except a pile of crystallized gravel.
Ogres in the city, as well as Shattered Hand Clan of True Horde, all ascended to heaven with the city.
Goblins The observer looked like a madman, dancing and pointing at the long-lasting mushroom cloud in the sky, and letting out bursts of piercing screams.
"Ahahahahahaha, it exploded! That little baby really exploded! Feel the power of Goblin Technology! Ahahahahahaha!"
The entire process of this genocide explosion was quickly published in World of Azeroth's major news media.
No one cares whether the extinction of Ogres will be a bit cruel, everyone's attention is on the super bomb.
The expedition to Argus is imminent, and the expedition to the universe is imminent. If we have this kind of killer weapon, the road to colonization and conquest will be much easier in the future.
If anyone is disobedient, one of them will be blown up and your whole city will be destroyed. This feeling is simply delicious.
Night Empire quickly issued a statement, saying that this super bomb is still in the perfection stage, and will be fully sold after entering the cosmic era. Everyone will have it, so don't be impatient.
After the first time, there will naturally be a second time.
Soon, the Pandarens spent a lot of money to buy the No. 3 experimental model Little Fatty from the Night Empire, and threw it at Iron Fist Port.
The victim Grom*Hellscream escaped because he was in a cave on the night of the explosion and the guards blocked the exit with stones.
When he walked out of the cave again, there was only white land in front of him.
That's right, it's the White Land.
Iron Fist Port has disappeared. This land has been completely crystallized by the energy of Arcane, reflecting silvery white light like the surface of glass.
The wind of Arcane eroded Grom's body, and also tore his heart apart.
True Horde is finished, Warsong Clan is finished too.
Iron Fist Port was home to all the men, women, and children in the Warsong Clan, and that demonic bomb ended it all.
No one could even 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 crystallized sculptures of different shapes. They maintain the posture before death, and the fear and distortion of facing death can still be recognized on their faces.
The crystallized land that reflects the sun and exudes a lavender hazy light looks very beautiful to outsiders. When people from World of Azeroth come, they will definitely feel familiar. This landform is so similar to Northrend Eversong Woods.
But in the eyes of the last person, Grom, Warsong Clan, this is hell.
Crystallized Hell.
"Devils... all are demons..."
Two lines of hot tears flowed down Orcs Great Chief's cheeks, and his whole body was shaking violently.
There is no more True Horde, no more clans, they are all extinct and no longer exist.
The corrosive Arcane energy is like radiation, constantly destroying Orcs's body and plundering his vitality.
That's all... Let this be over.
Pandaren's army preparing to evacuate here was attacked, from an attack by Orcs.
Grom launched the last Charge towards the Shaohao Dynasty. He held Gorehowl high and ignored the crystallized scars on his body caused by Arcane energy erosion.
Commander Monk looked at Charge Orcs silently, without saying a word for a long time, and then...
"Everyone raise their guns!"
Long guns and short cannons immediately aimed at Grom, who was getting closer and closer to the position.
Looking at the enemies' movements, Grom grinned and tried his best to speed up Charge.
"Orcs will never..."
Bang! Bang bang! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...
Grom stopped. He tried hard to keep himself standing, but unfortunately his body shook even more.
A feeling of powerlessness came, and Great Chief fell to the ground.
The last True Horde soldier died, and Draenor's largest resistance force was officially declared destroyed.
******
Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace.
"I'm waiting for you at Argus, Sargeras."
Sargeras looked at Hu Feng, his face was calm, and Fel Flame was burning dullly in his eyes.
"And you, Argus, I'm looking forward to the look on your face when you come to me for revenge, only to be defeated by me again."
"Maybe Sargeras won't kill you, but I will. Argus is your burial place, Sargeras." Argus clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger and hatred.
"Oh, right..." Hu Feng thought of something at this time.
"That Argus the Destroyer... has been completely corrupted by Fel? If not, stop for a moment. The hope may be slim, but it is still possible to make him become a state where Titan Divine Power and Fel coexist. I can give it a try."
Sargeras shook his head. Although he didn't understand why Sargeras knew about Argus the Destroyer, Sargeras didn't bother to deny it.
"No, do you have a way to get him to a state of coexistence? If he is incomplete due to corruption and successfully hatches, he will harbor feelings for New Pantheon..."
"Aha! I knew it! You have already accepted New Pantheon's statement! Hehehehe... Stop pretending, young man. After this friendly match, I will beat you down and we can prepare to merge the two families into one."
Sargeras, who had made a mistake, had an angry face, said no more, crossed the portal and left Azeroth.
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