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"What?" Lothar was discussing with Turalyon how to attack Blackstone Mountain more effectively, but he didn't expect Orgrim to take the initiative to attack. He quickly jumped on his horse and kicked his mount past his soldiers.

Where, Turalyon and others followed closely.

Sure enough, when he approached the front line, he clearly heard the sound of fighting. He looked over and saw that they were ogres. They were huge, with thick arms and strong thighs. They wore heavy helmets and did not wear anything.

Wearing only belts, shoulder pads and fur boots, their weapons slashed wildly, killing everything they could touch. Their green skin was covered with tattoos. They were barbarians, and humans were under the influence of their crazy attacks.

Defeat and retreat.

"Uther." Lothar called. The Paladin strode forward. Lothar lowered his sword slightly and pointed at the orcs. This was enough to explain his meaning. The Paladin nodded and signaled to the other Silver Hands.

The members followed him and then raised their gleaming war hammers.

"In the name of the Holy Light!" Uther shouted, and a ball of golden light surrounded him and his weapons. "We will not tolerate this atrocity!" Then he plunged into the battlefield and smashed it with a hammer.

The skull of the latest ogre.

The sky over Blackstone Mountain is always filled with thick clouds and smoke, casting a bloody shadow on everything below, but now the clouds disperse from the middle, shining bright sunlight. When Uther attacked the Horde's army

At that moment, the paladin seemed to turn into a ball of pure holy light, and every blow he struck hit the tribe's vanguard from all directions.

The junction of the Burning Steppes and Dun Morogh

"Look where!" Nathanos pointed forward. The sunlight was very obvious, as if it shot a hole in the sky.

"I saw them, they were fighting, and the orcs took the initiative to attack." Kurdran hovered in the sky and surveyed the front.

Nathanos set his sights on Muradin, and the dwarf nodded and shouted: "Speed ​​up, boys, we will make the Horde pay the price for the invasion of Khaz Modan."

The dwarf army following him quickened their pace, and they were about to attack from the rear of the tribe.

on the battlefield

Other paladins also joined Uther's ranks, and his holy light also filled their bodies. In the year since the war began, the Silver Hand has expanded a lot. Not counting Turalyon, Uther's current

There were already over fifty Paladins. These men charged into the battlefield, their faith bursting from their hammers, axes, and swords. The rest of the Alliance soldiers fell back to give them room to fight.

The ogres turned to face their new enemies. It was a brutal battle, savagery facing the divine, shiny plate facing wild tattoos and piercings, the ogres were strong,

Brutally mad and ignoring their own pain, the Paladins were filled with righteous anger and the power they believed in, and their Holy Light had caused many orcs to turn away during the confrontation. Taking advantage of this, the Paladins surrounded

Their enemies were destroyed one after another until the last one fell beneath them.

"Good job!" Lothar exclaimed. At this time, a sentry ran over. What happened? He was a little surprised. Another attack?

"Another attack!" the soldier gasped, echoing what Lothar had just thought, "from the west!"

"Damn it!" Lothar cursed and rode towards that side. These orcs were really smart. They had not expected this attack, and his people were not ready. Most of them were very lax, and they were still

Expecting a long-term siege, some people didn't even wear armor. Although he had ordered them to be on guard just in case, they were now paying the price for their laziness, and if the orcs' attack weakened their siege line

By connecting several points, the tribe can break out of the encirclement and enter the surrounding mountainous areas. In this way, it will take several months or even years to chase them down. It will also provide the tribe with enough time to recuperate and make a comeback.

He can't allow this to happen.

He quickly rushed into the new battlefield, and an orc was trampled under his horse's hooves because he could not dodge. Then he reined in the horse's head and examined the surrounding situation. This attack was more fierce than the last attack. The tribe mobilized a full three

One-third of the men and horses, or even more, and what is even more terrifying is that there are six two-headed ogres among them. They are also attacking crazily, but they are not as mindless as the attackers in the previous round, but show

Some tactical awareness, especially the big orc among them, the long tassels swinging left and right as he waved the huge black warhammer in his hand, smashing the alliance soldiers to pieces with every blow. This strong man moved quickly and cautiously

, even though he was still wearing huge black plate armor, this shocked Lothar's heart, and he realized that this was his long-standing enemy. He drove his horse into the battle group, and the orc also noticed

His eyes were not red, but gray, full of wisdom. They were slightly enlarged, as if he had recognized Lothar.

Doomhammer stared at the warrior on horseback in front of him and smiled knowingly. This man, holding a shield and a giant sword, and with deep sea-blue eyes, was the leader of the alliance and the man Doomhammer had always hoped to find.

If he can defeat him, the alliance will fall apart.

"Get out of here!" shouted Doomhammer, knocking down a human soldier in front of him and kicking away an orc warrior in front of him. Lothar was also sweeping away the surrounding obstacles with his sword and watching.

Doomhammer approached him, and finally, the human leader's eyes were firmly locked on the orc chief.

The battle was raging around him, but their eyes were only fixed on the enemy in front of them. Finally, there were no warriors between them who could confront each other at close range.

It was an advantage for Lothar to ride on a horse. Doomhammer immediately solved this problem. His hammer swung in an arc, and the huge hammer hit the horse's head with all its strength. The horse fell, and blood flowed from its broken skull.

The blood flowed out, and its limbs twitched, but Lothar did not fall. On the contrary, he jumped up when the horse fell and fell to the side. He rolled and landed safely, then stepped over the horse and faced the horse directly.

Doomhammer, the surrounding battle seemed to have faded away. The two leaders pulled out their weapons at the same time, and silently collided with each other in an instant. Their only goal was to kill their opponent.

This is a difficult battle. Lothar is a tall, burly man, almost the same as an orc warrior, but Doomhammer is bigger, stronger, and younger. Although Lothar is older and faster

He is slightly at a disadvantage, but his experience and skills more than make up for it.

Both of them wore heavy plate armor. The battle-hardened storm armor faced the black plate armor of the tribe, and both of them held weapons that ordinary warriors could not wield. Quelza'am and Qilza'am were engraved with golden runes.

Orgrim's ancestral hammer was Doomhammer, and both of them were determined to win, no matter what the cost.

Lothar launched the attack first. His great sword slashed from the side, passed through Doomhammer's defense from a blind angle, and made a hole in the orc's thick plate armor. If Doomhammer hadn't reacted immediately and retreated quickly,

With one step, Quel'Zalam had already pierced into his body. The warchief immediately counterattacked and slammed the warhammer down, but Lothar jumped back and avoided the attack. The Destruction

The hammer flipped the hammer handle again and swung the weapon in the opposite direction. The warhammer passed in front of Lothar's chin, causing him to lose his center of gravity and move back. Then, a faster hammer followed, and Lothar raised his sword in time and raised the weapon.

Holding the handle of the hammer, for a moment, the two warriors used all their strength. Doomhammer once again raised the hammer and smashed it downwards, but Lothar caught it again, and the two weapons were trembling and locked together.

Then, Lothar twisted the edge of the sword and successfully knocked the war hammer away. Then when the Doomhammer retreated, he jumped forward and slashed with one blow, hitting the black plate armor on the left shoulder of the orc chief hard, and immediately used

Orgrim was dizzy for a while, but Doomhammer immediately swung his free left fist and hit Lothar on the chest. After knocking the opponent back, he took back the weapon and regained his composure.

Turalyon was fighting with the orcs in front of him. With a hammer blow, the enemy fell down. He suddenly found Lothar and a big orc in the middle of the battlefield. "No!" Turalyon shouted, looking at him.

The leader was facing a very strong orc wearing black plate armor. He launched an attack, knocking down the surrounding orcs with every blow. He wanted to find a way to reach the two leaders.

The two people fighting did not notice Turalyon's movements. They moved in again, waving the warhammer and the greatsword. Lothar used his shield to block the full blow of the Doomhammer. The pressure almost made him kneel.

, but his sword edge also made a deep gash on the orc's breastplate. The Doomhammer retreated, blood flowed from his lips, his face was twisted in pain, and then he tore off the damaged armor.

Coming down, Lothar also threw the dented shield aside. Then, both of them shouted and started fighting again.

Without the armor, Doomhammer moved faster, and Lothar held the sword with both hands and could break through the orcs' defense from any angle. Both of them received a heavy blow at the same time, and Doomhammer's abdomen was scratched with a deep cut.

The wound, and the price Lothar paid was a heavy blow. Both of them were staggering and ready to launch a third attack. Around them, other orcs and humans were engaged in their own brutal battles. These two powerful

The leader launched attacks again and again, each time looking for weaknesses in the opponent's defense. Each time the confrontation was evenly matched and they started over.

The two men approached again, and Doomhammer punched Lothar on the chest. This hit made a dent in Lothar's breastplate and made him unsteady. Before Lothar could regain his balance,

Doomhammer took a small step back and raised the hammer with both hands, slamming it down with all his strength. Lothar instinctively raised his giant sword to block the sneak attack, and concentrated all his strength on it.

On the edge of the sword. Then the next second, something happened that was completely unexpected by the two people fighting to the death.
Chapter completed!