The fired area is getting wider and wider. Looking down from the black sky, you will find that the entire city seems to be flooded.

That is the torrent of flames!

"Bi Pu Lalala."

Low houses, towering mansions, huge warehouses, countless houses that were burned by fire collapsed one by one. With the continuous rumbling, countless orcs who had no time to dodge were crushed to death by brick and wood houses in the narrow streets.

"Ah! Fire! Run!"

The streets and main roads have been blocked by flames. At almost every important intersection, two large houses just collapsed, and the huge burning fire tower just blocked every escape route.

The orcs who had already hidden in the safe area were trembling and sweating profusely. They could only watch their compatriots being swallowed by the flames. Even if they covered their ears, they could hear their brothers crying and screaming in the rumbling of the flames.

There are also the unrestrained laughter of human death squads before their lives pass.

"Hahahaha!" There is no regret, no regret, only the enemy laughed proudly when he was killed.

At this moment, the orcs found that they were trapped in a common nightmare.

That nightmare is called Duke Marcus!

He once again burned countless orcs to death with flames.

Orgrim also jumped into the canal in the city. Even the river water that seemed a little warm in the hot summer still couldn't make the temperature in his heart that was almost freezing.

This was a trap that made him extremely painful. His subordinates lost more than half. If it weren't for this fire, he might have even been killed by the crazy counter-slaughter of the Black Hand Guard.

He could no longer remember how many blackguards he had killed in his [Hammer of Destruction]. This was once a weapon that made him extremely proud. He used it to kill countless ogres and more than three-digit ferocious beasts in the 'Our World'.

However, now, under the moonlight, the blood dyed on the hammer of destruction melted along the canal.

That was the blood of the Black Stone clan, the blood of his orc compatriots.

However, Orgrim still had a strong sense of doubt and ominous premonition in his heart.

I always feel that Duke Marcus, who is even more demon than a demon, has more than just such a little trick.

The moon unknowingly fell into the dark clouds again. In the shiny river, they saw a series of golden runes extending to the river like flames.

"This is impossible!" Orgrim finally couldn't help but scream: "Everything is on the shore! Hurry! Otherwise it will be too late!"

Orgrim called wildly to his men and his fellow men.

His men obeyed, and even if they were a little unwilling to do so, they climbed up to the shore. Not far from the Bluestone Avenue on the river bank was the city wall that was barbecued by the Flames blocks to make even the bricks and stones turn red. These three-meter-high low walls, together with the canal that can act as moats, divide Stormwind into six blocks.

Even sitting on the bluestone on the shore, they could still feel the extreme heat. If Orgrim hadn't roared wildly and stopped them, they would have probably rather immersed their bodies in the cool river again.

In fact, many orcs who were not under Orgrim's direct subordinates did this.

They returned to the river and crossed the boundary between hell and the human world drawn by the god of death with a sickle on the ground...

Just like in the depths of Stormwind City, there is a sun burning with blazing flames rising from the depths of the ground, arching the earth, as if it is about to break out of the ground at any time.

Countless runes radiating golden light from the black soil underground of the canal. Orcs in the river found that they could clearly see their toes from the water...

"Rumbling" the entire Stormwind City was shaken.

From the Valley of Kings to the south to the Storm Fortress in the north, from the Mage District to the west to the old town in the east, every block was trembling, and the statue of Medivon standing in the Valley of Kings began to shake violently. Then, the statue, which symbolized the patron saint of the old era, collapsed inch by inch.

Every blue brick on the ground and the sand grains under the blue bricks rose and fell like waves, becoming more and more exciting, and even threw the orcs lying on the ground to avoid flames into the air, fell down, and then threw them up.

The wooden beams and pillars that had already begun to burn in the flames made further creaking and burst, accelerating the collapse of each house that had not yet collapsed.

Then, golden light shot out of the ground and shot out from the bottom of the river.

The streets and roads that were originally without flames have become roads of flames.

The canal that was supposed to be a refuge, every drop of water evaporates due to the high temperature.

The orc who was still in the river was scalded to death in a few blinks.

And water becomes water vapor.

The hot water vapor has a more terrifying lethality than the flames. The orcs could not suppress their breathing, so they inhaled a large amount of burning water vapor in their breathing. These water vapors frantically destroyed the alveoli in their lungs, making them feel that what they were breathing was not air, but flames.

Even the orcs climbing up the river bank still did not escape the fate of death. They just survived for a while more than their compatriots who stayed in the river, and then followed in the footsteps of their compatriots.

The orcs in the entire Storm City let out fierce screams, and then everything began to return to silence.

In the city, there are only crackling sounds of flames, the crackling sounds of pillars, bricks and stones or glass falling to the ground.

In addition, the entire city fell into silence.

How many orcs can survive?

None of them in a hundred!

The orcs who just ran out of the street or jumped into the river were almost wiped out, and only a very small number of orcs trapped in the fire in the neighborhood escaped the pursuit of the Scythe of Death.

Orgrim was not dead! He had extremely strong flame resistance and resisted the flames, but a lot of his hair was burned.

Climbing out of the fire that wasn't as hot as it was, Orgrim saw the charred bodies stuffed with streets and riverbeds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Duke Marcus" never hated someone so much like he is now.

Even though he received the news of his closest friend Durotan's death, Orgrim still controlled his emotions.

But this time.

Only this time!

Orgrim completely hated a human being, he was Duke, the new patron saint of the Storm Kingdom!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm going to kill you! I swear that even if I chase to the end of hell, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to peel off every piece of your flesh and eat it alive! I'm going to take down every bone of your body and crush it completely! I'm going to whimper!"

On the charred earth burned by the flames, Orgrim knelt down dejectedly.

It's over! The elites of the Black Stone clan were burned to pieces!

Even though there are still many people in the Black Stone Clan in the camp, the Black Stone Clan will no longer be the largest clan in the tribe! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!