Chapter 188 [Makgora] (Part 2)

Lothar stepped down the stairs leisurely, a pair of metal boots stepped on the marble steps, making a clanging sound.

"It doesn't feel good to be underestimated. Is it because I didn't kill enough orcs on the battlefield?" Lothar laughed at himself as he walked.

"Later, you can hold Black Hand's big head and despise the orcs." It was obviously Duke who dominated all of this, making Black Hand and Lothar who shouldn't be fighting at this time fight, but Duke was full of confidence.

In the original 'history', the black hand died a bit useless.

After Orgrim used torture to inquire about the location of the Shadow Council, Orgrim resolutely challenged the black hand under the witness of thousands of orcs.

In that duel, the black hand once had the absolute upper hand. The huge rocky giant hand completely ignored Orgrim's hammering, and easily beat Orgrim to death. But the insidious Orgrim made a murderous move. During the duel, he suddenly looked behind Blackhand in astonishment, as if he saw Gul'dan, and the shape of his mouth seemed to say "Gul'dan".

The brave and foolish black hand actually really believed it. As soon as he was so distracted, he immediately gave Orgrim a chance to headshot him with a hammer.

Hehehe!

The Great Chief Blackhand may really have explosive force value, but Blackhand, a brain-damaged child... If Lothar really can't beat him, then Lothar's name should be written backwards as Salo Induan.

Well, it has nothing to do with Duke, the honest, righteous and heroic young man.

"Ahhhh—"

The orc guards charged, and once that huge body charged up, it would definitely be no different from a running rhino. That horrible sense of oppression is so timid that even the faintest will spit out urine.

near!

near!

closer!

The huge double-edged battle ax suddenly slashed down, and under the moonlight, a bleak arc of light was slashed. That was enough terrifying violence to split a grown man, including a shield, in half from head to toe.

However, Lothar made a 'Marseille roundabout'.

Forgive Duke for using a football term to describe Lothar.

But the coach forced Lothar to turn around in an instant after seeing through the enemy's simple and rough attack route. This action reminded Duke of Zidane...

The same chic, the same full of artistic beauty.

Lothar turned around with his left foot as a fulcrum, dodged the thunder-like ax lightly, and then pushed the sword backwards as if playing with sword flowers. It pierced through the gap with the armor.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The blade pierced the orc's guard's jaw without hindrance, and went straight to the brain.

Until the moment of death, the orc's eyes were still full of puzzlement and horror.

And Lothar's flowing long hair raised due to the rapid rotation was only at this time under the action of gravity, crawling docilely on his shoulders.

Easy to kill the enemy, and the hairstyle is not messy.

handsome!

too handsome!

And it's a one-hit kill!

Gently drew out the sword, and let the huge body of the dead orc crash to the ground. Hurricane blood arrows gushed out behind him. Lothar flicked the long sword, throwing the dirty blood beads onto the floor tiles.

Lothar walked slowly towards Black Hand.

One step, one step, another step.

With every step he took, his unparalleled domineering spirit became stronger.

"Hiss—" Qiqi gasped from the orc.

They had the same thought: this guy really deserves to be the number one human warrior.

"Hahaha!" Great Chief Blackhand let out a burst of hearty laughter.

He was not angry at all because of the death of the guard, but Losar's gorgeous steps that were almost dancing attracted his attention deeply. With a split of his hands, he pushed away the guards standing in front of him, and the black hand boldly stepped forward.

"Hahahaha! Not bad! You are very good! Sure enough, you have the qualifications to challenge me."

Duke translator: "Anduin, this arrogant guy agreed to fight you."

Lothar stood ten meters away from the black hand and smiled: "Duke, tell this guy to laugh more while you can still laugh, I don't want to cut off his head, he still has this ugly smile on his face .”

Duke translated.

The black hand doesn't care. Taunting each other before the fight is definitely a repertoire of duels: "Tell this human warrior, as long as it is a warrior's head, I will pickle it and preserve it."

Before Duke could translate, Lothar had already scolded in a low voice: "If you speak harsh words, you can handle it yourself. I don't know if I call him a coward, will he think I want to kiss his shoes?"

"Orcs don't wear shoes." Duke shrugged.

Lothar gave Duke a white look, and Duke said helplessly, "Okay."

"Black Hand! Our human side is more civilized than yours. Lothar said that your head will be cut off and sealed in ice to ensure freshness and integrity."

If a human being knows that Duke translated it in this way, he will definitely complain: How can this approach be civilized?

But the orcs didn't care.

Perhaps, it is the powerful enemy killed by [Maggora] that has the value of preserving the enemy's head.

At this time, Orgrim strode forward holding the ghostly talisman-like battle flag of the Blackrock Clan in one hand, and handed it to Blackhand.

The great chief threw the battle flag on the ground seemingly casually, looked directly at Lothar, and then looked at Duke.

Duke understands.

"Your Majesty, throwing the battle flag by the orcs means blocking the glory of the entire clan. We must do the same if the duel is to be established."

Ryan nodded, and a flag bearer behind him held his head high, stepped down the steps, and handed the golden lion flag with blue background and gold edge to Lothar who returned the sword into its sheath.

Lothar took the battle flag and threw it out, just right on top of the Blackstone clan's battle flag.

Of course the orcs would not be aware of Lothar's little thoughts.

"Mak'Gora!" Orgrim shouted, his arms raised, and his roar was like thunder.

Orgrim's roar echoed everywhere, and in an instant, thousands of orcs shouted the same voice in unison: "Mak'Gora—"

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-" every orc kept raising and lowering their weapons, making that primitive and heroic sound.

Of course, the Kingdom of Stormwind refused to show weakness. King Lane stood up resolutely, holding the shield in his left hand, and slapped the king's sword vigorously on the shield with his right hand.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang--" Hundreds of royal guards made the same movements.

The cold light shone, and each lion coat of arms was roaring like a ferocious male lion. The warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom used this method to create an aura not weaker than that of the tribe.

In the air, it was as if tens of thousands of swords and hundreds of millions of axes were colliding fiercely.

Invisible lights and swords filled every corner of the night sky.

"Come—" Lothar drew out his long sword again, and under the violent night wind, his hair flew up fluffy. From a distance, Lothar's hair looked like the long mane of a male lion.

"Ha!" The great chief took heavy steps that shook the world, and rushed towards Lothar...

Chapters 187~189 are guaranteed updates for No. 16.