Chapter 190 You Traitor!

The rough roar of the orcs, and the orderly sound of human beings smashing their shields, resounded throughout Stormwind City.

There is no one who does not worship heroes. Even in large-scale battles today, when individual force seems weaker and weaker, this bloody and heroic fight still stimulates the adrenal glands of every spectator, secreting a substance called 'fanaticism'.

Only a true master can see that the balance of victory is still slowly shifting to the human side.

Orgrim was in a hurry.

Warchief Blackhand must die, but not at the hands of humans.

In a one-on-one life-and-death duel, the stronger and braver orc chief died at the hands of a weaker human?

That would be a disgrace, a disgrace to the Horde and all the orcs.

Even if one day in the future, the orcs take over the entire planet of Azeroth, they will still be nailed to the pillar of shame and pass on this shame. Although he wished that the black hand would die soon, Orgrim deeply understood that at this moment, his and the black hand's interests were the same.

Suddenly, the great chief zoomed in.

Suddenly, he put his backhand on the two complete dragon bones on his shoulders, which looked a bit like crocodile bones, and the next moment, the black hand suddenly threw the two bones out.

In less than a hundredth of a second, the skeleton composed of hundreds of bones and joints exploded. In the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of fragment bombs containing blazing fire elements, and shot madly towards Lothar.

Originally, Lothar had a chance to get out of the way, but at this moment, Orgrim cheated.

"Okay—" No matter how it sounds, Orgrim, the adjutant, seems to be applauding his boss.

Just call you, why use the deterrent power almost like the "lion's roar"? No! This is already the warrior's [Burning Roar]!

The shocking roar of at least 150 decibels obviously affected Lothar.

Lothar's whole body trembled, and at the moment of such a trembling, Lothar lost the chance to dodge. There is absolutely no way, even an experienced veteran like Lothar can't make a good remedy when he misses the opportunity.

Lothar gave up dodging, resolutely knelt down on one knee, shrank his whole body behind the shield and carried it hard.

"Thuk Thu Thu!" The blow, which was comparable to machine gun fire, almost completely blew up Lothar's shield. After a round of bones of fire swept past, Lothar's shield became tattered, and light shone from several places. Fortunately, Lothar himself was not injured.

The consequences were serious, Lothar completely lost the skill [Block].

"What are you doing!?" Ryan, Bolvar, and several high-ranking generals shouted similarly at the same time.

After Duke translated, Orgrim sneered: "I didn't intervene! If a real warrior can't even stand the cheers of the enemy, then he's dead."

His words almost drove Ryan and the others crazy.

At this time, Duke suddenly showed the same sneer: "You mean, using words and sounds to influence the enemies in the field is not considered cheating!?"

Orgrim didn't speak, which was undoubtedly the default.

Over there, Lothar was in a desperate situation.

In terms of absolute strength and speed, Black Hand is above Lothar. Losing his shield and unable to dodge completely, Lothar had no choice but to parry the black hand's attack with his long sword. For Black Hand's pair of hands that were comparable to heavy hammers, a light weapon like a long sword was at a disadvantage, and unless it was psychic or something, the long sword would never be more flexible than his own hands.

In the last incident of killing Medivh, the King's Sword used up a lot of power. Lothar calculated that it was impossible to use the power of the sword to chop off the claws of the black hand.

Lothar looked stern.

Ryan, Bovar and others trembled all over. Ryan almost wanted to be the first to tear his face and let his subordinates do it. But in the end, they turned their attention to Duke.

"Watch me toss the cup!" Duke said.

Once again, the Black Hand has driven Lothar to a corner.

It was a corner of the square, with towering marble walls on the left and right, and there was no room for dodge.

"Anduin Lothar, I will remember your name, but, go to hell—" the warchief roared triumphantly.

At this second, the cheers of the orcs reached their peak, and the blazing shouts almost overturned the clouds in the sky.

They exclaimed the greatness of the warchief and praised the bravery of Blackhand.

As long as the first human warrior is killed, the head of the human great chief is also at your fingertips. This symbolizes that the invincible orcs once again conquered the weak aliens!

Supreme glory!

The best【MacGora】!

The next moment, the great chief's hands will shoot out, with blazing heat and the roar of death.

That is the time of Lothar's death! [Makgora]'s failure! The failure of the entire Stormwind Kingdom and even possible future 'coalitions'.

If there is no Lothar, there will be no signboard of the descendants of Emperor Thoradin, and it is still a question whether the seven kingdoms of mankind will still be united.

At this moment, even Lothar's handsome face lost all blood.

Every human watching the battle clenched their fists.

At this critical moment, Duke's light words reached the ears of the great chief.

"If I say that the Shadow Council sent someone to murder Orgrim's friend Durotan, and Orgrim is plotting to overthrow you, the war chief, as long as you ask the location of the Shadow Council from the captured Garona, he will kill you. Kill you, and then wipe out the Shadow Council that killed his friend. What would you think? Great Chief..."

It was impossible for Duke to say such a long paragraph at this moment that could not be said. But Duke finished at this moment.

This is a [Spell Overlapping] technique dedicated to Faye.

Extract all the important syllables from the long sentences and connect them together, and then compress them, so that the long incantation can also be turned into a short paragraph.

Of course, the sound is equivalent to pressing dozens of keys on the piano at the same time. In the human ear, this is a noise that is impossible to distinguish.

And most of the [Spell Overlapping] just shortened the three-second spell to one second. That's already pretty remarkable.

Duke has system sprites. This strongest king system can make the impossible possible.

A slender passage was shrunk abruptly into a single note.

However, the Great Chief Blackhand, who was the receiver, heard all the words clearly.

As Gul'dan's hardcore, as a puppet among puppets, it is a model of being used by others and helping count money. The warchief bristled with rage, and suddenly turned to look at Orgrim.

"Orgrim! Ah—"

Lothar didn't know why Heishou was in a daze, but this didn't prevent Lothar from taking a beautiful sliding step between Heishou's legs, and by the way, he slashed at the fork of Heishou's thigh with a sword.

There is a kind of pain in the world, called egg pain, also known as the most painful for men.

Black Hand couldn't control his body at all, and bent down in pain. In the next second, seeing that the opportunity was not lost, Lothar flashed a sword from behind through his chest.

The majestic King's Sword was once again used as a backstab, and the sharp blade pierced Blackhand's chest.

But the black hand ignored him, pointed at Orgrim blankly, and let out the last roar of his life: "You traitor——"