The blazing fire in hell killed more than ten thousand orcs, and they ran out to try to put out the fire by various means. However, it was too late and the fire had already spread wildly.

One block after another is easily swallowed up by the raging fire. In the narrow streets, they can’t find a place to escape from the fire. They can run to the wide square or jump into the moat all over Storm City in panic, watching in amazement that one pillar after another is going up into the sky.
Chapter 192 Red Hell for Monthly Pass
The fire area is getting wider and wider. Looking down from the black sky, you will find that the whole city seems to be flooded.
That’s a torrent of flames!
"Bi Pu La La La"
Low-rise houses, towering mansions and huge warehouses were burned, and one house after another collapsed. With the continuous rumble, the orcs were crushed to death by brick and wood houses in the narrow streets.
"ah! Fire! Run! "
The streets and roads have been blocked by flames. Almost every important intersection has two big houses that just collapsed. The huge burning fire tower just blocked every escape route.
The orcs, who have been hiding in an area, are shivering with cold sweat. They can watch their compatriots being swallowed up by the flames, and even cover their ears, they can hear their brothers crying and screaming in the roar of the burning city.
And the human death squads laughed wildly before their lives passed away
"Ha ha ha ha!" No regrets, no regrets. Laughter when an enemy is killed.
The orcs found themselves in a common nightmare at this moment.
That nightmare is called Duke Marcus!
Once again, he burned countless orcs in flames.
Ogram also jumped into the canal in the city, which seemed a little warm even in hot summer. The river still managed to raise the temperature near freezing point in his heart a little.
This is a trap that makes him suffer more than half of his hand. If it weren’t for this fire, he might even be killed by the black hand guards.
He can’t remember how many black guards he killed with the Hammer of Destruction. It used to be a weapon that made him proud. He killed countless ogres and killed more than three figures of fierce beasts in our world.
However, now the moonlight shines and the hammer of destruction is stained with blood and melts along the canal.
That’s the blood of the Blackstone clan, his fellow orcs.
Is Ogram’s heart still has a strong sense of foreboding.
I always feel that Duke Marcus, who is more evil than the devil, has more than that.
Unconsciously, the moon fell into the shining river under the cover of dark clouds. They saw a series of golden runes extending to the river like flames.
"It’s impossible! ？” Ogram finally couldn’t help but exclaim "all ashore! Come on! Otherwise, I can’t come! "
Ogram frantically called out to his compatriots.
He listened to his hand, even though he was a little unwilling, and they climbed up the bank. Not far from Qingshi Avenue, there were walls that were roasted by the flame block and even the bricks turned red. These three-meter-high low walls, together with canals that could be used as moats when necessary, divided Storm City into six blocks.
Even sitting on the shore, Qingshi can still feel the intense heat. If Ogram hadn’t yelled and stopped, they estimated that they would rather sink their bodies into the cool river again.
In fact, many orcs did this without Ogram’s direct department.
They returned to the river and crossed the line of hellman drawn by death sickle …
Just as there is a burning flame in the depths of Stormwind, the sun is rising from the depths of the ground and the earth seems to break out at any time.
The black soil in the canal exudes a number of golden lights, and the orcs in Zhenghe River find that they can clearly see their toes from the water …
"rumble" the whole storm city shook up.
From the valley of the king in the south to the storm fortress in the north, from the westernmost mage district to the easternmost old city, every block trembled and stood in the valley of the king. The statue of Medivh shook violently, and then the statue symbolizing the patron saint of the old times collapsed inch by inch.
Every blue brick on the ground, together with blue brick sand grains, rises and falls like waves, which makes it more and more agitated. The orcs who lie prone to avoid the fire are thrown into the middle and thrown again.
Those wooden beams and columns that had been burnt through in the flame made a further creak and burst, which accelerated the collapse of every house that had not yet collapsed.
Then the golden light shoots out of the ground and out of the river bottom.
The street and roads without flame have become flame roads.
Every drop of water in the canal, which was supposed to be a refuge, evaporated because of the high temperature.
Return the orcs to the river and they will be burned to death in a few blink of an eye.
And water becomes steam.
Hot water vapor has more terrible lethality than flame. Orcs suppress their breathing and inhale a lot of hot water vapor in their breath. These water vapor crazily destroy the alveoli in their lungs and make them feel that breathing is not gas but flame.
Even if the orcs climbed the river bank, they still did not escape the fate of death. They survived for a while longer than their compatriots in the river and then followed in the footsteps of their compatriots.
The orcs in Stormwind screamed violently, and then everything fell silent.
In the city, the flames are raging, and cracks, stones or glass fall to the ground.
Besides, the whole city fell into a dead silence.
How many orcs can live?
One in a hundred!
Just ran out of the street or jumped into the river, and the orcs were almost extinct. In a few trapped blocks, the orcs escaped the death sickle instead.
Ogram is not dead! With strong flame resistance, he managed to hold the flame, but a lot of his hair was burned off.
Climb out of that less fiery fire, Ogram saw the charred body crammed with streets and riverbeds.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-Duke Marcus-"I have never hated a person so much as I do now.
Even after receiving the death of durotan, his closest friend, Ogram still controlled his emotions.
But this time,
Only this time!
Ogram totally hates a human being. He is Duke, the patron saint of Storm Wang Guoxin!
"Ahhh-I’m going to kill you! I swear I’ll kill you even if I chase you to the end of hell! I’m going to peel off every piece of your flesh! Eat it alive! I’m going to buckle every bone of you and crush it completely! I want to-woo hoo! "
The flame scorched the blackened earth, and Ogram knelt down self-effacing.
It’s over! The elite of Blackstone clan was burned to the ground!
Even though there are many Blackstone clans in the camp, Blackstone clan will no longer be the largest clan in the tribe! to be continued
Chapter 193 Miracle Neptune (a monthly ticket)
Tens of thousands of elite soldiers of Storm Kingdom witnessed the last scene of their beloved city in a storm harbor separated by a city wall.
Flames rose from the ground and went straight into the sky, not to mention close at hand. I’m afraid they will be clearly visible dozens of kilometers away. This fire simply lit up the whole night.
Perhaps from today, Stormwind will have more aliases like Flame City.
"This is …" Looking at Lothar and his chosen men escorted back, Du Klein finally could not help but ask.
This is definitely not what ordinary arson can do. If there is a word to shape it, it is purgatory.
Duke Windsol handed a towel and wiped his head with sweat.
"This is the original plan of Medivh’s magic defense system. His plan is to set up a magic circle similar to the fire wall in every canal, which is to prevent all blocks from being penetrated by foreign enemies, but I changed it."
"change?" Of course, Ryan knows what storm city has canals and walls, so he has to resist the actual situation. Even if some blocks are captured, he can take back his territory through secret channel raids.
"Yes, I drove the Orcs Department into the river by letting the death squads set fire to the block and then …"
Duke didn’t say that all the people who went to the scene were clever people. They immediately thought that this was a series of tricks.
Turn the safest place into real death by driving the orcs together and then benefiting the enemy’s psychological blind spot.
No one would have thought that the real way to kill was to avoid burning the canal.
Suddenly, everyone feels lucky. Fortunately, Duke is one of us.
Killed the chief of the tribe and set fire to the tribe’s 100,000 troops. This brilliant record easily made the soldiers cheer.
Cheers didn’t last long. It’s simple. Everyone’s heart is still heavy.
Tens of thousands of troops converged on the huge port square of Storm Port, which became more crowded because of the gathering of 50,000 people. Although the goblin explosives on the cliff closest to Storm Port collapsed in order to avoid tribal encirclement, if the tribe strikes again after the fire is extinguished, these 50,000 people will escape.
This is no ordinary recruit. Perhaps many of them are from militia, or the local garrison has about 60% of the real regular army, but they have one thing in common-these 50,000 people are veterans who have experienced more than one orc war. It is no exaggeration to say that these 50,000 people are the essence of the whole storm kingdom.
If these 50,000 people can be safely evacuated from these 50,000 ethnic groups, Lothar is confident that an army of 200,000 people with great fighting capacity will be trained in one year.
If these 50,000 people destroy this place …