Chapter 113 King Vs. King, General Vs. General

This kind of pig-like teammates, seeing Lothar and his soldiers frowning, is worse than a farmer with a pitchfork who has no combat experience at all. If they didn't know that this was the cannon fodder that Duke had found, they would probably be scolding their mothers.

Just two minutes later, the battle situation changed again.

The orcs are in disarray.

After the orcs drank the blood of the devil, every green-skinned orc had an extremely wild factor in its body. Even if this is a simulated battle brought about by chess levels, it truly reflects this.

After a short confrontation, the guards of the Blackhand Warchief brandished heavy weapons and rushed into the murlocs. However, when they were about to make a huge killing, they ran into the appearance of the Greyscale Naga.

The male gray-scaled naga were not high-level soldiers, but they relied on their strong muscles and better weapons that were not inferior to the orcs. Although they were still at a disadvantage, they managed to attract the attention of the orcs.

At this time, under Duke's mental control.

Uncle Hogg, who had died tragically under Duke's hands, led his younger brothers to kill him from the left wing.

Duke suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy. Because of the addition of demon power, Uncle Hogg, who almost taught Duke to be a man, and his younger brothers all grew up and became so burly.

Now when the system prompts that Hogg's soul can be invested, Duke is still a little worried, wondering if this is the garbage version of the Gnoll after removing the power of the demon. You must know that the original Gnoll is less than one meter tall. If this size is against the orcs, it is really better than whack-a-mole.

Fortunately, what Duke received was an enhanced version of Hogg, and what he invested was also an enhanced version.

These gnolls, who were bigger than the murlocs, managed to entangle over a hundred chieftain guards by relying on their superior agility. Even if Black Hand's direct subordinates are more powerful, it is difficult to gain the upper hand for a while.

Lothar and Duke looked at each other.

The so-called heroes see the same thing, and they know that the opportunity has come.

"For glory! Go—"

Lothar swung the King's Sword and charged.

Male lions rarely participate in hunting, and most of the time the task of hunting for the lion group falls on the female lions. Few people know that when the lazy lion attacks all day long, its aura is so terrifying.

Lothar's charging speed is not fast, and no adjectives like an arrow from the string can be used on him.

But Lothar's charge gave people a sense of unstoppable landslides and landslides, like flash floods and landslides.

Heavy and solid footsteps, sonorous and powerful. The naturally wavy hair looks like the raised mane of a lion under the strong wind, giving people a sense of explosive power and beauty.

It's getting closer.

Lothar could clearly see every hair on the face of the orc guard who reacted, and the teeth on every fang in his panting mouth were so different. He even felt in a trance that he could smell the foul-smelling breath from the orc's mouth.

"Drink—" Lothar made a small jump, his whole body was biting like a lion, and he raised his shield and slammed into the middle of the orc guards.

In the eyes of the elite soldiers following Lothar's charge at that moment, their most beloved Sir Lothar seemed to be the incarnation of the God of War, a symbol of invincibility. Following Lothar's back, looking at the cloak embroidered with the emblem of the Storm Kingdom behind Lothar, I felt like I was fighting with the God of Victory.

A rush of blood surged into my heart, making every corner of the soldiers' bodies boil with blood.

In just half a blink of an eye, Lothar had already killed three orc guards.

Their incomparably swift counterattack seemed to outsiders to be as ridiculous as slow-motion clowns in Lothar's eyes.

Stabbing swords, drawing swords, and fatal attacks are almost done between lightning and flint.

The weaker fighters couldn't even see how Lothar cut the orc's throat with the blade of the long sword. If there were traces of Lothar's attack, Garona's attack was even weirder and faster.

No one saw clearly how Garona made the move. I only saw the appearance of this female half-orc who was petite compared to the orcs, and it must be accompanied by the falling scene of several orcs around them clutching their vitals and blood gushing from their fingers.

Lothar and Garona, the combination of the two of them is the most dazzling banner in the eyes of the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom.

No, there is another side to the dazzling banner - Duke!

Thirty-six mage hands appeared out of thin air, and the shining arcane missiles pierced the void, pouring down on the orc guards who were trying to surround and annihilate Lothar like a storm.

Not only missiles, but also continuous lightning.

The frequency of lightning was so high that people almost forgot whether Duke used Arcane Missiles or Thunderbolt.

Duke's spell skills were so superb that he even used dazzling spell shots to shoot down Gul'dan's rain of flames that were trying to hit Lothar.

The confrontation of arcane, lightning and flame formed a magnificent spectacle above the battlefield.

Duke's extremely accurate cover made Lothar remember that there is only one chance. Once trapped, the inferior human side will only be submerged in the furious sea of ​​orcs, facing destruction in despair.

The performance of the three of them made the elites of the Storm Kingdom almost forget about time and space, and subconsciously locked their eyes on the three of them. They didn't come back to their senses until the first orc warrior who was hit by the slash wailed in pain, and faced the battle with their lives and souls with the greatest concentration.

For some reason, the warriors have a burning passion in their chests. They can't wait to end the battle with victory, and then dictate the three legendary heroes to their robes, relatives, and everyone who pays attention to the world of Azeroth. exist.

Lothar drew out his long sword, and the last orc guard in front of him uttered an angry and desperate scream. When the burly body like a wall collapsed, there was no gap between Lothar and the Great Chief Blackhand.

On the battlefield, there was a sudden silence.

Another burly, brown-red skinned orc with explosive muscles appeared.

He held up his huge warhammer and shook it at Garona: "King vs. King! General vs. general! Traitor Garona, your opponent is me—Orgrim* Doomhammer."

Beside him, Gul'dan was leaning on the notorious skull-head staff, pointing at Duke from a distance: "Boy, your opponent is me, Gul'dan."

Duke's pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath in his chest seemed to have some kind of passionate taste. He didn't know what would happen in this chess space. He only knew that among this group of people, he was the only one who could stand against Gul'dan.

"Come!"