Chapter 111 For Faith, Recharge!

When he came to this huge hall, Lothar already had some memories. The floor tiles and wall decorations here are very similar to Medivh's study and bedroom. With a deep intuition, he knew that Medivh was not far away from him.

As an old friend of Medivh for decades, he knows very well that there are many levels in Medivh's mage tower, and it is impossible to go to the next level without clearing them.

For the kingdom, for Ryan, and for the people, Lothar did not hesitate at all.

The status quo still makes Lothar frown.

The difference in strength is too great.

I don't know when, the chessboard has turned into a vast plain, except that there are still one white and one black grid on the flat land, the place has expanded countless times.

It feels like being pulled into another world.

Ahead, at least three hundred orcs.

The orcs were taller than the orcs he had seen with his own eyes, and they had more armor covering their bodies. They brandished weapons, panting heavily from their mouths full of fangs, emitting a terrifying breath. Lothar's subordinates are tough enough, with an average height of 1.90 meters, they are giants in the seven kingdoms of mankind. But the figure on the other side was even more terrifying, with an average height of 2.50 meters.

Lothar's elite soldiers can only reach their chests in front of these guys. The proportion of this body is completely adult and child.

Seeing the heavy weapons that cost hundreds of catties on the opposite side, Lothar's elite soldiers couldn't help swallowing.

More importantly, Lothar saw more tooth ornaments on these orcs. He remembered that Garona said that only the bravest tribal warriors who have killed those recognized powerful creatures alone are qualified to kill the fangs of those creatures. The teeth are broken off to make ornaments and worn on the body.

Lothar saw a large number of huge fang ornaments longer than human palms...

"How is it possible..." Garona couldn't believe the scene in front of her: "Black Hand...and his personal guards!?"

"Blackhand? The strongest of the orc tribe you are talking about - Great Chief Blackhand?"

"Wait, you are... Lothar?"

Garona's appearance remained unchanged. Before setting off, Lothar had given her a fine steel armor that was only allowed to be worn by elite Stormwind warriors. But she changed from infantry to cavalry, and she obviously became a 'horse' on the chessboard.

The subordinates around Lothar have become various pieces on the chessboard. The face is still my own face, but the equipment is a bit different, and the feel of the partial weapon is still the same.

There are two people who have changed the most, one is Lothar. Because he was impressively wearing the golden armor of 'Ryan' on the chessboard just now - the engraved gold-threaded bright lion armor symbolizing the identity of the king, and the full-covered golden helmet like a lion's mouth and the white cloak with gold trim behind him. My own 'King's Sword' is exactly what King Lane wore when he went to the battlefield.

This kind of treasonous attire made Lothar feel out of harmony.

If Lothar changes like this, it is estimated that Lothar will be ashamed to death.

Someone was with Lothar, and for some reason this made Lothar feel much better.

Duke.

He was wearing a soft white feather collar made into a neckerchief, which was connected to a long cloak and dragged to the ground. Dressed in a dry mage robe, Duke, who was ordinary before, looked bookish. The most eye-catching thing is that what Duke is holding in his right hand is the property of Medivh—the artifact staff Atiesh*Guardian's Staff that symbolizes the guardian's glory.

Well, it looks like Anduin has taken over the role of Lane, and Duke has become Medivh.

Duke glanced at his outfit and sighed softly: "Oh, Sir Lothar, don't mind this appearance, it's an illusion brought by magic, it doesn't mean anything. Everyone here is loyal to you, to the Kingdom of Stormwind , good soldier loyal to the world of Azeroth, no one will blame you for this kind of thing. Let's focus on the next battle."

At this time, an existence that made Garona's whole body and even her soul tremble even more appeared.

It was an orc who didn't look tall compared to other orcs.

He was hunched over, wearing a loose black robe, and there were several bone spurs on his back pointing straight to the sky. The bone spurs were pierced with the skulls of what should be Draenei. He has a bad tusk with multiple rotten teeth, and eyes with an evil green light.

"Gul'dan..." Garona uttered the name that was almost taboo to her with trembling voices of fear.

Gul'dan is here too?

Lothar raised his eyebrows, looking at the unremarkable orc warlock dozens of steps away. Through Garona, Lothar had inquired about the most noteworthy figures on the side of the orcs. Of course, he would not forget Gul'dan, who was known as the number one dangerous man.

However, what is going on in the immediate situation?

It's not that the opponent doesn't want to fight, it seems to be blocked by something.

"Wait a minute, this seems to be a death game where the soul is gambled. Of course, the opponents are not the real Blackhand Warchief and the real Gul'dan. However, unlike ordinary games, this seems to be able to find reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?" Lothar was taken aback: "Where do we get reinforcements?"

It wasn't just Lothar who was in a daze, Duke was also in a daze.

Because the system actually reminded him: "This is a death game where you bet on your soul. If you fill in more souls, you can have more extra reinforcements, which will undoubtedly increase your chances of winning. Now the ratio of the strength of the enemy to us is 11." than 89."

Depend on! This is clearly a big headwind!

Isn't this forcing me to recharge? Is it the kind of broken game that you don't have money to play? Are you playing with me?

The next moment, Duke decisively slapped himself on the mouth.

Because he saw the things he could use to recharge in the list projected by the system wizard on his retina.

Duke's facial muscles deduce what it means to be moody in just a few seconds.

"Uh, actually there are reinforcements, but it's just that it affects the appearance of the city a bit, so don't mind it."

"As long as it is for victory, for Azeroth." Lothar has a superhuman Kuoda: "Anyway, without you, we probably wouldn't be able to get here. Use any tricks."

Just when Duke wanted to recruit those guys, a bright red warning text on his retina gave Duke a headache.

"Warning! Warning! The 'chess pieces' you summoned are the monsters you killed at the beginning. They are powerful and inhuman. If you let them enter the battlefield, there will be a 99.99% chance of rebelling and joining the opponent's camp."

Nima, isn't this throwing a rock at your own penis?

"What's the solution?" Duke pressed the system elf almost in a cursed tone.

"Well, you just need to infuse them with your integrity, oh, humanity, and the opponent will completely follow your instructions in this battle."

For a moment, Duke almost lost his mind.

But he immediately felt sights from all directions. Lothar's sight, Garona's sight, the elite soldiers' sight, and even the sight of tens of thousands of human beings.

Duke gritted his teeth: "For the sake of faith, recharge!"