There is protagonist on earth.
Azeroth has Orihi.
Yes, I am talking about Oro, the crazy super borer.
The reason why it is called crazy is that it can be seen in any list of the most difficult bosses in Azeroth. In so lists, it is first, in so lists, it is third, fourth, anyway, its crazy level has never fallen out of the top five.
Please note that these are the difficulty rankings from when Varian Wrynn was still a little kid to when Varian’s son Anduin Varian grew up, spanning several decades of Azeroth’s history and looking at seven major versions of three-digit team dungeon bosses.
So after seeing Oro’s iconic red-back carapace and its long, sickle-like legs, Duke felt a little upset.
Damn, I ca to Azeroth to build a harem, oh no, I ca to save the world! I didn’t ask you to open the Hell difficulty at every turn!
By the way, aren’t you, Oro, the younger brother of the ancient god C’Thun?
The Burning Legion’s invasion has nothing to do with you four ancient gods!
The Burning Legion has blown up Azeroth. Can you four old gods still survive?
This ti Duke finally understood why Archimonde went against the course of history and stayed in the Endless Sea for so long. It was just to negotiate with C’Thun!
Looking back to the Dark Empire period when the old gods were rampant, four old gods and the lords of elents ruled the entire world. On the old continent of Kalimdor before the Well of Eternity exploded, the entire southwestern part of the continent was the territory of C’Thun.
After the four ancient gods of Azeroth were sealed into the planet by the Titans in ancient tis, these four guys have never been at peace. For example, N’Zoth told Neltharion "You are a loli" ten thousand tis every day, and hypnotized the stupid black dragon to be his thug.
For example, according to the course of history, it would take about ten years for C’Thun to jump out and commit suicide in Ahn’Qiraj south of Silithus, and then he would be killed by 40 bandit-like heroes called upon by the Alliance and the Horde.
Duke hated the fact that Oro, a disgusting big bug, had run into the wrong set. However, after the last ti Baron Geddon ran out to scare people during the Battle of Blackrock Mountain, Duke had beco sowhat immune to this kind of fright.
It’s just that... after seeing the giant sandworm boss Oro in real life, I felt that the proportions were too exaggerated.
The section of Oro that reached the ground was at least 300 ters long. At first, I thought Oro’s mouth was too big, but compared with its huge body with a diater of 50 to 60 ters, I felt that only such a big mouth could match its body size.
When the Burning Legion attacked Mount Hyjal, Duke felt that the Burning Legion was committing a serious foul.
Now that Oro has entered the field, Duke feels as if his opponent is using an official cheat.
Damn, how can we fight this?
Over there, the Horde was badly cheated, so naturally so people were unhappy.
Grom the Hellscream leaped high into the air, ready to use Bloodroar to give Oro a hard blow.
Then, Ye Hou started to act funny.
Oro is not just a giant sandworm, it has claws. It seed that the amazing roar and montum of the Roaring Lord finally alard Oro, and this huge insect with a deep red back ejected a crab-like claw.
As one of the four pairs of claws below Oro’s head, it is not much different from a battering ram when wielded.
The mighty Roar was hit directly into the air, just like a high fly ball in a ho run.
"Swoosh!" It turned into a teor and flew out.
The thick-skinned and tough Sir Roar will definitely not die, but Duke can’t do anything about his damaged self-esteem.
Duke’s face turned pale, and he used magic to contact the manager of Mount Hyjal: "Hey! Tyrande! Did you see the situation at the foot of the mountain? Use whatever tricks the night elves have. If you leave this worm alone, you will be able to sll Archimonde’s bad breath on the top of Mount Hyjal before noon!"
"But... we are accumulating strength." Tyrande in the magic mirror looked very embarrassed.
Duke almost yelled, "There’s no but. I know the strength of Archimonde’s n. Without this damn bug, as long as Archimonde doesn’t co, I can at least help the night elves hold out for three days! With the bug, we can’t even hold out for three hours!"
At this ti, Malfurion’s bearded face appeared in the magic mirror: "Plans cannot keep up with changes. Besides, we have been preparing for 10,000 years. We have more than one trick. Edmund Duke, can you swear to hold the mountainside position for at least 24 hours with your life as a bet?"
Duke gritted his teeth and said, "It’s okay if Archimonde doesn’t play in person."
"Okay, the night elves believe you!"
With that, Malfurion cut off the communication.
The next second, in the orc camp at the foot of the mountain, countless small grasses began to grow wildly. They grew into green arrows the size of human arms, and repeatedly shouted in orc language: "Danger! Danger! Please evacuate quickly!"
Not only them, Duke also used the magic loudspeaker to shout in Orcish: "Retreat! The night elves are about to use their ultimate move!"
Thrall’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He finally organized a thousand-man team in the chaos, on the one hand, he needed soone to cover his retreat, and on the other hand, he wanted to defend his honor and attack this exaggerated super bug. But Duke and the night elves announced at the sa ti that they were going to use their ultimate moves.
Vol’jin also advised: "Retreat!"
We have no choice but to retreat.
Even though the orcs were defeated unfairly, they were defeated. Thrall gritted his teeth and could only give the order: "Retreat--"
Oro was still wreaking havoc. The huge orc barracks were like toys made of building blocks, and were easily smashed by its claws and twisting huge body.
Countless broken trees and orc body parts flew into the sky and scattered in all directions.
Just when Oro was rampant to the extre, the earth suddenly shook.
"Boom."
"Boom!"
"Boom—"
From the initial vague short vibration, to the clear vibration one second later, and then to the sharp shock two seconds later, no matter how huge Oro was, and no matter how little he paid attention to the surrounding details, he realized that sothing was wrong.
The world tree Nordrassil itself symbolizes vitality. As a world tree that repairs the world’s wounds, it brings blessings to all directions.
Mount Hyjal is an area with lush vegetation and endless life.
But at this mont, the greenery around beca even more exaggerated.
The rich green was like the thickest smog, wrapping around Oro’s huge body.
With a loud "bang", a huge log that required at least five people to hug broke out of the ground and hit Oro’s huge body.
Oro didn’t care. He swung his giant sickle claw easily and split the giant tree diagonally.
In the big insect’s consciousness, this might be the magic of tiny humans, and it doesn’t care.
It’s wrong.
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