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When the fragments of the legendary sword fell to the ground, time seemed to stand still. The horns of the dwarves' charge resounded across the battlefield, and Nathanos, Alleria, and Turalyon felt their breaths stop.

. They saw this moment with their own eyes, but they could not prevent what was going to happen in the next second - the blow of the Doomhammer became unobstructed, hitting Lothar's damaged breastplate heavily and issued a

With the sound of shattering, the body of the Lion of Azeroth tilted, but he swung the broken sword down in his hand, and before the hilt slipped from his hand, he inserted the notched dagger into the destruction.

Hammer's chest. The battle stopped in silence. The leader of the alliance fell to the ground. His body was twitching. His life was passing. Nothing could relieve the pain in his chest. He felt that his internal organs were

All were shattered.

Doomhammer staggered forward and raised one hand to hold his wound. Blood gushed out from his fingers, but he still tried to stand upright and raised the hammer high with the other hand.

, I want more people to see it.

"I won!" He said hoarsely, shaking his body and spitting out blood, but this did not affect the result in his heart. "All enemies of the tribe will die! Until your world belongs to us!"

"No!" Turalyon shouted loudly, pushing aside all the guys blocking the way, and knelt beside the leader of the alliance, his spiritual mentor, and his commander. Next, his eyes turned to

The orc who was much taller than him was also looking at him.

He suddenly understood that Turalyon had been struggling with his faith for several months. What had been bothering him was a question: the Holy Light connects all living things, but how can it tolerate such an abominable and cruel thing as the orcs?

A creature? Because he could not understand these two points, he had some doubts about himself and the teachings of the church. He could only watch with envy as Uther and other paladins enthusiastically gave blessings and used holy light on the battlefield.

Understand that you are not as good as them.

But what the orc just said, this "Doomhammer", touched some of Turalyon's subconscious, and he began to remember hard. "Until your world belongs to us."

This is the answer to the question.

He thought of the Dark Portal. Khadgar told them about it when they first met. When discussing the threat of the orcs, it was mentioned several times. However, it was never really taken seriously. Until now, the orcs did not belong.

This world. To this planet, to this living planet, they are alien invaders. They come from elsewhere, empowered by demons from farther away.

The Holy Light does care for all life, all life in this world. But this does not include those orcs who do not belong here.

He now thinks clearly that he is responsible for maintaining the Holy Light and using its dazzling glory to cleanse the world from external pollution and keep the world pure.

The orcs didn't belong here. This meant that he could knock them down without any guilt.

"In the name of the Holy Light, your time here is over!" he shouted, standing up. The blazing Holy Light quickly enveloped him, causing all the orcs and humans to turn around and cover their eyes.

Nathanos, who had just arrived at the battlefield, also felt a tingling sensation.

"You don't belong to this world, you don't belong to the Holy Light. You don't belong here! Get out!"

Orgrim's face twisted and he took a step back, covering his eyes with his hands. Turalyon took advantage of this opportunity and squatted next to Lothar again.

"May the Holy Light be with you, my friend." He whispered, placing his hand on Lothar's chest. His tears fell and mixed with Lothar's blood. "You will step into eternity.

The paradise of heaven, the Holy Light welcomes you into its embrace.”

Turalyon stood again, holding the broken Quel'Zaram in one hand. "As for you, filthy creature," he shouted, turning angrily toward the irresistible Doomhammer. "You will

Pay for the sins you have committed in this world!"

Doomhammer picked up his war hammer and swung it, preparing to block the next blow. But Turalyon grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and under the dazzling holy light, he struck hard with the broken great sword.

It hit the hammer of the war hammer, and the impact force was transmitted to the handle of the hammer, knocking the war hammer out of its owner's hand and falling to the side. When Doomhammer understood what happened, he closed his eyes and waited for the giant

The sword struck down.

But Turalyon spun the sword at the last moment, hitting the orc with the side instead of the edge. Doomhammer was forced to his knees and collapsed beside Lothar.

"You will be judged for your crimes." He said to the unconscious orc, with the Holy Light still surrounding him. "You will stand in chains in the royal city when the leaders of the Alliance decide your fate.

, you will realize your complete failure.”

Then he turned and looked up, looking at the other dumbfounded orcs.

"You won't be so lucky." Turalyon chanted a prayer and pointed the broken sword at them. Holy light shot out from the sword body to form a new blade. "You will die here, and this world will

Free from the chaos of war!" He jumped up bravely, and the sword began to fly. Before the first orc could react, his throat was cut, and blood spattered from the wound.

This broke the temporary silence on the battlefield, and other orcs and humans started fighting again. Uther and the other Silver Hands rushed to the front line again. When he rushed into the assembled orc group, he saw a familiar figure, who was using

The sharp sword killed one orc after another, and finally the two of them were back to back.

"You have brought victory, child." Uther said to Nathanos. With the addition of the Bronzebeard dwarves, the situation on the battlefield was turning one-sided.

"It was Lothar who brought victory." Nathanos looked at the Alliance commander lying quietly on the ground not far away. His bravery will inspire everyone.

Uther nodded, but he was also happy for Nathanos, at least he knew how to recognize others.

The Alliance forces then launched a charge, and the battle progressed extremely quickly. Many orcs witnessed Doomhammer's defeat. His fall caused the orcs to panic. Many orcs fled, and others dropped their weapons and surrendered. They were all imprisoned.

Rise up. Although Turalyon claimed to kill them all, he found that he could not do it. It was inhumane to kill the helpless prisoners, no matter what they had done before. Of course, many orcs persisted in fighting, but they lacked organization.

Sexy and dizzy, he was unable to compete with the determined and strong Alliance warriors.

"Many orcs are fleeing across the Redridge Mountains." Khadgar reported an hour after the battle ended, and the valley had calmed down again. "They are heading towards the Dark Portal."

"Very good." Turalyon replied. He tore off a torn strip of cloth from his cloak, tied it around his waist as a belt, and then hung Lothar's broken sword on it. "Reform and pursue them, but don't go too far.

Come on. We're not trying to catch them."

"Not catching them?"

Hearing Khadgar's question, Turalyon turned to look at his friend, reminding him again that the mage's talent did not include strategy. "The source of all problems-where is the Dark Portal?"

Khadgar shrugged. "We don't know yet," he admitted. "In the swamps close to Redridge Mountains."

"Now that the tribe has been retreating steadily, where should the survivors go?"

The old-looking mage smiled. "Escape back to their world."

"Yes." Turalyon didn't mince words. "And we will follow them back to that door and destroy it once and for all.

Blackrock Tower collapsed with the end of the war, and Alliance soldiers were escorting the surrendered orcs. Nathanos was sitting on a hillside, wiping his blood-stained sword, and noticed Alleria's Farstrider.

The troops did not do what others were doing. On the contrary, many elves and humans had conflicts. Judging from the way they spoke, it was because there was a dispute between the two sides on how to deal with the orcs. The elves thought they should kill them all.

These orcs and humans had to carry out Turalyon's orders. Then the topic changed. The elf who was arguing with a paladin was Lor'themar. He triggered another argument - who is in command now?

alliance?

"There are no other enemies here except the captured orcs." Unknowingly, Uther walked to Nathanos and sat down.

"I just saw you going to Turalyon's tent. Are you going to congratulate the deputy commander on officially becoming the commander?"

Uther didn't say anything, he just acquiesced, staring at the towering Black Stone Mountain.

"If you want, you can send a knight to rush back to Lordaeron to ask King Terenas and other kings in the alliance who should take over the position of commander." Nathanos said again, but he

He knew in his heart that Uther would not agree. That would trigger a new round of quarrels. He still remembered that when Lothar was appointed commander-in-chief of the alliance, all the alliance kings had evil intentions. Now that the war is nearing the end, the tribe's

Failure is only a matter of time. The kings are now thinking more about what their kingdom can gain in this war.

"It's not necessary." Uther showed no concern as Nathanos expected. "Turalyon was Lothar's adjutant and second commander. When our troops split into two groups, Turalyon

Commanded half of the troops. Now that Lothar has unfortunately died, Turalyon is the only choice for commander. This makes sense." He said, but the person next to him sneered. Uther turned his head and looked at him, could it be

He doesn't agree?

"Don't get me wrong." Nathanos noticed Uther's eyes and explained: "That's what you said, but look below." He pointed at the elves and humans who were arguing. Uther frowned.

After frowning, he understood what Nathanos meant. The first elf to join the alliance was Alleria, and she only provided help because of the promise the elves made to the Arathi clan. But it's different now.

, what the orcs did in Quel'Thalas had made her hate the tribe. She had vowed to make the tribe pay the price. For all the orcs, she might think that they should be killed.

"When I left just now, I happened to see Alleria going to find Turalyon. I'm afraid..." Uther began to worry when he said this. Nathanos understood what he was going to say - I'm afraid the two of them were at this moment.

The quarrel was fierce, and it was very likely that the command authority would be involved.

"If it were you, who would you support?"

"Huh?" Nathanos looked at Uther in confusion, not expecting him to ask such a question.

"I support them all, but I don't support them."

Uther laughed twice. This answer was obviously contradictory, but he was still looking forward to Nathanos's specific explanation.

"From Turalyon's point of view, he is right. This behavior of a killer capturing prisoners will be questioned, not to mention that he is a paladin, but I doubt the decision he will make next." Nathanos saw

Some soldiers were packing their luggage. He then pointed out: "It is indeed the best time to attack the Dark Portal at this time, but a part of the army must be left behind to guard these surrendered orcs."

"That will spread the troops. Turalyon should realize that there are no less orcs around the Dark Portal than here, right?"

Nathanos nodded, but he was surprised to find that his words seemed to support Alleria's concept from the side. If the surrendered orcs were executed, there seemed to be no problem that the Alliance might not be able to concentrate all its strength to attack the Dark Portal.

, and once Turalyon does this, he will get the support of the elves. When Nathanos turned back to look at Uther, the other man looked at him with a half-smile.

"I don't agree with the execution of the orcs, but I also don't agree with Lajan's strategy."

"You don't agree with the attack?"

"No! What I mean is..." Nathanos was about to continue. He wanted to say that if it were him, he would only let the Alliance cavalry and griffon knights rush to the Dark Portal, pretending to attack, and force those

The orcs retreated to the other side of the Dark Portal, and then destroyed the door. The Horde was defeated now, and their only way out was to return to the original world. This might be possible, but Nathanos did not say, "Nothing, let them
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