Chapter 571 "Yo!" (For Subscription)

The sudden change of painting style stunned everyone around who witnessed this scene.

This... this... what the hell is this?

At the moment when the Excalibur [Quel'Zalam] was shattered, Anduin Lothar was already mentally prepared to die in battle.

It's not that he didn't hear Duke's warning, but he never expected that [Quelzaram] would still be fine in a non-full state, but something happened when there was no room for a full blow. It can be said that he was cheated by Excalibur, and it can also be said that he never believed that Orgrim was recognized by Excalibur as a person with a noble heart.

Lothar is not a self-pitying person, and he didn't put his resentment on Rexxar who suddenly grabbed his foot. This is a battlefield, not an empty duel field. On the battlefield, it is reasonable to fight more with less, or to bully less with more. Killing the enemy and saving one's own life in the most chaotic place requires not only strength, but also luck.

For a second, Lothar thought his luck had run out.

He never expected that the armor Duke gave him would have such a magical effect?

For most enchanted armors, it is not bad to have [Arrow Protection], and the top one is [Intermediate Magic Shield], which can absorb a certain amount of magic element damage for the owner.

Although Lothar recognized that the magic came from his armor, he couldn't recognize it at all. What kind of strange magic is this.

To say it is weird is not an exaggeration.

Because there is no conventional magic, it will turn into a metal-like fist to hit someone, and there is no magic, it will shout "Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola" when hitting someone.

The magic fist that emerged out of nowhere near Lothar's chest hit the air like a storm. There was no place to rely on, and there was no dodge at all. Orgrim was bruised and swollen by the fist condensed by the mysterious magic power.

These fists were not fatal, but every time they landed, Orgrim grinned. He could only cover himself in embarrassment with one hand to prevent the fangs of his mouth from being broken, and the other hand to protect the opened lower abdomen to prevent the wound from expanding further.

Finally, it seemed that there were only ninety-nine and eighty-one punches, and when all the illusory fists hit Orgrim, the shadows of the fists disappeared in an instant.

Orgrim had already flown ten meters away.

Orgrim is not reconciled, he is not the kind of person who gives up easily and bows to fate. Without stopping at all, after his right leg hit the ground, he kicked his foot hard on the spot, and the [jump and chop] that was enough to split mountains and rocks appeared again.

Even though Lothar had already kicked Rexxar away and pulled out his spare sword, Orgrim could still see at a glance that the quality of Lothar's spare sword was far inferior to that of [Quel'Zalam] .

Hammer!

Just add another hammer!

I can justly kill the supreme leader of the alliance on the battlefield!

The morale of the alliance will collapse again, those weak human soldiers will turn around and run away again, crying and shouting, and the Horde can come back!

The voice in his heart was so loud that Orgrim completely forgot what happened in the outside world, and all his focus was on Lothar's actions. He could see that Lothar was going to retreat with a small jump. That was meaningless, because when he took off, he estimated at least two steps ahead, and it seemed that the trajectory of his jump was the same as before.

If Lothar retreats, he just catches up.

If Lothar does not retreat, then this will be a fatal blow that turns over Lothar's head and hits the back of his head.

Sure enough, Lothar was caught in the trick, playing calculations, as a pure warrior, he was not as good as the more thoughtful Orgrim.

After Xiaotiao retreated, he was stunned to find that he was still shrouded by Orgrim's flaming Hammer of Fire.

If there is no accident, Lothar will still die.

Looking at the magic runes on Lothar's armor that had become dim again, Orgrim knew that that armor would no longer be a problem in a short time. A victor's smile appeared on Orgrim's face. Of course, in Lothar's eyes, it was a ferocious and cruel smile.

Just then, Orgrim's concentration was broken.

With terrified eyes, he looked at the arrow that was like a shooting star from the sky, crossing half of the battlefield and heading straight for him.

"Impossible!?" The ferocious smile turned into a shriek, and Orgrim, who was in mid-air, wanted to turn his body to avoid the arrow shot from the left, but was shocked to find that the sharp green arrow was flying in front of him. Turned a corner in the air and still shot at him.

Orgrim was still unwilling to give up the jumping and slashing movement, and swung his left fist violently, preparing to forcibly knock the arrow away at the cost of the bloody back of his left hand.

In the next moment, time seemed to stand still.

Because Orgrim found out with great horror that it was not one arrow at all, but three arrows.

Behind the light green arrow at the beginning, there is still a steel cone-headed feather arrow suddenly bursting out of thunder on the same track, and there is also a gust of wind arrow that is almost hidden in the wind.

There was nowhere for Orgrim to hide.

At this moment, an orc with a broken arm and a jagged warblade as a prosthetic arm rushed out and stood in front of Orgrim—Kargath Bladefist, the chief of the Broken Hand clan , arrived at the last moment.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

The three arrows seemed to have eyes, and they dodged Kargas' block in a daze, then drew another arc in the wind, and went around.

The third arrow, wrapped in the gale, was the first to hit Orgrim, this one slamming into his left lung.

The second Thunder Arrow made a muffled sound, and passed through the socket of Orgrim's entire right shoulder, completely piercing through his thick body. The thunder power attached to the arrow instantly made Orgrim's body Most of the body was paralyzed.

The small green arrow at the beginning turned again and pierced into his calf suddenly.

"Ah!" Orgrim finally couldn't help letting out a scream, and fell to the ground from mid-air.

Orgrim struggled to get up, and took a staggering step forward. He pressed his left hand firmly on his abdomen, where the biggest wound in his body was located. Blood gushed from between his fingers, but he still managed to straighten himself, trying to raise the hammer high again with his right hand.

He failed.

The damage done to him by those three arrows surpassed all the damage caused to him by Lothar.

Moreover, in the next second, three more arrows hit. This time, Kargas finally blocked two of them, but the explosive force of one thunder arrow still knocked Orgrim into the air. out.

Only then did Lothar look to the left in a daze.

He saw Duke sitting cross-legged surrounded by three extremely beautiful high elf rangers on a tank a hundred meters away that was making a deafening roar.

With a bright smile on his face, Duke waved to Lothar: "Yo!"

This is an update at noon, so let's forget about releasing it in advance.