Boom!
All the Explosive Rats detonated at once, blasting dozens of Ogres into the air. Their sheer numbers spread out the damage, but they were still covered in wounds from the explosions. Only the Ogre lord fared better, escaping with minor injuries.
The doors to the Town Hall teetered, riddled with cracks and battered beyond recognition. A few casual shoves seemed enough to bring them down, yet not a single Ogre dared approach.
They had all been stunned by the terrifying power of the Explosive Rats.
They could not help imagining that if the explosions had been a little stronger, or there had been a few more rats, they might already be dead.
Besides, they were gravely wounded. In the Gor'dok Clan, where strength ruled supreme, being gravely wounded meant only one thing: being at someone else's mercy. They were already losers.
It never occurred to them that Shawn had actually run out of Explosive Rats.
At that very moment, the battle inside the Town Hall was also drawing to a close.
Urok was certainly powerful, but besieged by two Grand Professionists, two High-Rank Professionists, and Shawn, he could not hold out for long before falling.
"I, the ruler of the Gor'dok, have actually... actually fallen! This... this is impossible... impossible! I am the master of Dire Maul! I am the ruler of the Gor'dok! I am the king of the Ogres!" Even as he lay dying, Urok could not believe what was happening before him.
Yet rosy dreams met a harsh reality.
With his beautiful hopes for the future and his bitterness at reaching the end of his life, Urok could only leave this world-forever.
"He's finally dead. Jaina, let Observer Krush return to his Ogre form." Shawn quickly moved away from the doors. Who knew when those idiots