Chapter 426 The Furious Attack of the Orcs

Lothar showed great valour, able to fight well, and did not suffer in confrontations with powerful orcs.

Although he was wearing a thick blue gold-patterned heavy armor, which was gorgeous and sophisticated, he did not restrict his movements too much, so he could easily avoid the heavy hammer that the orcs recklessly swung, and then pierced them with a sword. body, or dodge their attacks and slit their throats.

Just as the elite human soldiers can't resist these orc warriors, the orc warriors can't resist Lothar, the human hero!

But soon, he attracted the attention of the black hand.

Honor is paramount in the Horde, and the status of every orc hero comes with honor. Honor can be earned in a number of ways, winning a battle and killing a powerful foe can all increase the Orc's honor in the Horde. The more successful the battles are, the more noble the enemies they kill, and the more honor they can bring them. Therefore, every orc fights bravely under such a policy, and is not afraid of death, just to win honor. .

There is no doubt that Lothar's gorgeous armor and strong fighting style have distinguished him from ordinary soldiers.

Black Hand tilted his head, his eyes were a bit puzzled, and he spit at the side, without turning his head, he casually waved the warhammer, and with a muffled sound, a human soldier with a sword rushed towards him. He fell to the ground and walked towards Losar.

It was also at this time that Lothar's son Karen was in danger and was knocked to the ground by an orc.

I saw the orc raised his blade high and stabbed Karen sharply.

Karen panicked for a while, turned her head instantly, and closed her eyes as if appointed.

Lothar arrived at this time, playing the role of a powerful father, and cut off the head of the orc with one sword, and green blood shot to the ground.

"puff!"

Carlo was rescued.

Lothar kicked away the orc corpse that fell on Karen, staring at his son, pretending... in an educational tone: "Don't try to fight brute force with them, they are far stronger than us, Be smart, we can..."

Before he could finish speaking, the black hand had already walked behind him, grabbed his back armor with one hand, and threw it back suddenly.

"Oh!"

Lothar rolled a few times in the air, swiped a distance of five or six meters high, and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

His features were all wrinkled together in pain.

Lothar regained consciousness in an instant, patted the dust on his breastplate, raised his head and glanced at the black hand walking towards him, turned back and swept away the great sword that fell in the distance, and without hesitation took out the musket from his waist, Aim at the black hand.

The hillbilly black hand, who had never seen a dwarf musket, remained somewhat cautious, but he mistakenly regarded the musket as a cold weapon. He crouched down, instinctively pressed the muzzle of the musket with his free left hand, and the next second, a fire burst It exploded with a huge smoke, and there was a loud noise.

"boom!"

In an instant, blood splattered, and minced meat flew!

The palm of Black Hand's left hand was suddenly smashed to pieces, leaving only the arm.

"what!!!"

He hugged his left hand and cried out in pain.

Lothar raised the musket and looked at it, seemingly satisfied with such power.

Anyang watched this scene not far away, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He glanced at the musket in Lothar's hand and said, "He'll get revenge on you."

Lothar joked: "I welcome him to smash my palm with a musket."

Anyang smiled and said no more.

But at this moment, his eyes turned and suddenly lit up.

An orc dragged a slave out. The prisoner had bronze and slightly greenish skin, and was about the same height as an ordinary human. He was not as strong as an ordinary orc, with muscles all over his body, and he did not have the thick fangs. Small canine teeth around the mouth.

The protuberance on his chest, his slender thighs and his curly but still pretty long hair all showed his female identity.

Garona!

A legendary thief of future Azeroth!

However, now she is still a slave, extremely desolate, and extremely miserable. She wears a steel collar around her neck, which is connected to an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, and the other end of the chain is tied to the orc. body.

Anyang grinned suddenly, and rode his horse across the battlefield unhurriedly, walking towards the half-human, half-beast half-blood.

It took me so long to observe, I finally found you!

It ignored the human soldiers and orc warriors who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield. It opened its palm and pointed to the side, and its five fingers contracted. With difficulty, it took a heavy hammer weighing a hundred kilograms in its hand and threw it to the side. , suddenly knocked down an orc who was rushing towards him.

What then flew into his hand was a great sword, which he threw again and pierced the chest of an orc standing in his way.

An orc rushed out halfway and wanted to attack him, but bumped into a layer of transparent shield, the simple and honest orc was stunned.

This shield is not like Khadgar's arcane barrier, there is no flashing blue dazzling light, and there is no surging arcane magic energy visible to the naked eye. Its existence makes the orcs a little confused.

In less than half a minute, Anyang rode his horse to Garona's side.

Of course, there was also the orc who was holding Garona.

It's just that he was a little stunned at this time.

He had already noticed the human magician who had been walking towards him. The slow and unstoppable pace moved him, especially the power that was so powerful that it would destroy all the orcs who were blocking him. Can't resist.

But the glory of the orcs did not allow her to back down first, so he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Anyang with his warhammer.

"puff!"

A strange ancient sword that was thin in their eyes pierced his throat.

The orc's heavy body slammed down.

Anyang pinched the sword with his fingers, and the ancient sword immediately flew out of the orc's throat and fell into the palm of his hand.

He smiled and looked at the half-blooded slave, saying, "Garona, I see your name in your eyes."

Garona came back to her senses, held the chain around her neck with both hands, looked at him and said, "Who are you, how do you know my name, and what do you want to do?"

Anyang chuckled lightly, and the ancient sword cut off the chain with a flick of his hand: "I want to give you back your freedom, um, that's it, you are free now, you can leave here at any time, but if you want your identity to be A certain ethnic group approves, well, you can try to stay."

Garona was stunned, her eyes fixed on him, as if she wanted to see his specific intentions.

Before she could react, Medivh's magic was ready.

The guardian's hands gathered a turbulent vortex of magical energy, and finally chanted a spell and slammed the magical energy to the ground.

"boom!"

The magic energy spreads on the ground like a spider web, forming twisted lines emitting strong rays of light. Each radiant magic energy spreads to the soles of an orc's feet that have been contaminated by fel energy, and then explodes upwards from the ground. One after another dazzling light, muffled sound one after another.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

The evil energy of the green-skinned orcs themselves was stimulated, illuminating a blazing green light, and began to corrode themselves.

Like sulfuric acid!

"what!!!"

"Oh!!!"

The screams of the orcs were endless, and the few remaining human soldiers stood in the middle of the orcs in a defensive posture with shields and great swords. They were already prepared to die in shock, and they looked around at the beasts that were gradually falling. People, their eyes are full of unknown reasons.

The wailing and screaming quickly fell silent, and in a short time, all the green-skinned orcs were dead and wounded.

Durotan, Blackhand and the others were stunned, and they even put down their weapons weakly.

Durotan remained calm. He raised his hand and looked at his own skin, then glanced at the survivors around him, and seemed to understand something.

"Evil energy..."

The surviving soldiers rejoiced for a while, and began to set their sights on the strongest Black Hand.

Blackhand, as the great chief of the Iron Tribe, even if all the soldiers were surrounded by him, the enemy was outnumbered, and even if the other party had a powerful archmage who could control fel energy, he was still calm and opened his mouth. Let out a roar of protest.

Then... turn around and run!

The orcs are brave and invincible and follow tradition, and the warchiefs have taken the lead to escape, how can they not keep up?

As a result, the surviving orcs began to flee with their lives.

Orgrim Doomhammer was very loyal at this time, and when he ran past Durotan, he found him in a trance and pulled him.

"Durotan, run!"

The two of them mounted a war horse at the same time and left with the other orcs riding the Frostwolf.

Lothar and the rest of the knights and officers stared at each other, and immediately mounted their war horses, chasing after the group of orcs, leaving only a few people to guard.

Medivh withdrew his hand and glanced at Khadgar who was also under the arcane barrier. He waved his hand to disperse the barrier, and then he grabbed the staff and waved in place to depict an arcane energy spell. Array, holding the energy key of the portal in one hand.

Khadgar asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

Medivh stared at him: "You, with the Prophet, bring them back safely to Stormwind, I must get back to Stormwind!"

After a pause, he said again, "You did a great job today!"

Khadgar nodded immediately.

Medivh turned his head and nodded slightly to Anyang who was not far away. With a bang, his figure disappeared instantly along with the arcane magic circle.

Anyang retracted his gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Everything is planned!

He turned his head to look at Garona, who was still standing in front of him, a little confused about the situation, slowly straightened up, pulled the reins and drove the horse away.

Garona blinked, looked at his back, reacted quickly, and hurriedly prepared to escape.

Yes, in her eyes, this distinguished person has given her a free choice, not to run for nothing!

However, only Anyang gave her a choice, others did not.

Several heavily-armed soldiers with heavy shields and great swords immediately surrounded her and surrounded her, next to an officer riding a horse.

Garona immediately panicked and looked at Anyang.

Anyang just shrugged helplessly, and said very cheaply: "It's not my fault, you didn't run earlier."

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