Chapter 114: Defeat the Enemy and Win

"Be safe, orcs." Sylvanas, in the form of a banshee, flew into the air and uttered a piercing scream. The sound waves made the ogre army miserable. Their minds were filled with the banshee's pain and they couldn't cast spells at all.

"Where is Grommash?" she asked.

"Over there." Tazag pointed in a direction. There were the most ogres there just now, but now the ogres there have been overwhelmed. Tazag knew without thinking that it was Grommash's credit.

In the noise of the battle, Sylvanas' voice reached Grommash's ears, "Nergo asked me to inform you that Varego is dead. The strongest ogres among them are fighting with them in the tower."

Accompanied by a cry of extreme pain, a spirit suddenly drilled into the body of an ogre who was about to rush towards Grommash.

The ogre's bulky appearance emitted Sylvanas's soft voice: "The overall situation has been decided."

"Lady, thank you and Nergal and Lantresor." Grommash knew that if they hadn't destroyed the ogre's headquarters, their attack would not have been so smooth. If it weren't for Nergal's Ascension spell, the orc shaman might not be able to suppress the ogre mage.

In short, Grommash looked at the thunderclouds in the sky that were still thundering towards the ogres, and couldn't help but let out a breath.

"Kill them! Leave no one alive!" His voice spread throughout the battlefield, and the ogres ran towards Highmaul or the wilderness in fear.

The ogre army is large, but most of them are temporarily recruited strong men in Highmaul. These recruits are like 100 yuan good brothers, and they are cannon fodder units.

Since they are cannon fodder units, there is no need to say much about their combat effectiveness. Most of the ogres fleeing on the battlefield and being slaughtered by orcs are these recruits.

But the ogre army is not only composed of these new recruits. After the headquarters was raided by the orcs, those elite warriors spontaneously followed the centurions who were well-known in the army and formed small groups to fight.

In this chaotic situation, shouts, screams, fire, and explosions were everywhere.

But it was obvious that the balance of victory had begun to tilt towards the orcs. These scattered ogres would soon lose all resistance.

Few ogres would fight to the end because they knew they could not escape. Even if they did, it would not affect the overall situation.

Sylvanas came to the sky against a gust of wind. Looking down from the sky, she saw that most of the ogres had fled. Looking at the ogre soldiers who had regrouped, Sylvanas found the shock cavalry belonging to Groblerburg.

These cavalry were easy to identify. They were now charging back and forth in the enemy camp with Tazag.

They held sharp spears over four meters long. Rows of new mail and wolf-head-like helmets made them look like vicious wolves that were ready to eat, and they could not wait to pounce on these fat pieces.

More than three hundred cavalrymen galloped along the wind at high speed, and in a few breaths, they broke through the defeated soldiers that an ogre officer had gathered with great difficulty.

After breaking through them, these cavalrymen returned to their camp, took new spears from their hard-working servants, and rushed towards the new target without losing momentum.

Sylvanas found an ogre and pounced on him quickly. After controlling the ogre and successfully occupying his body, he said to the charging cavalry: "Kill their mages first."

Tazar was stunned. What did this ogre mean? What made him even more stunned was that the ogre actually picked up his stone hammer and hit his head.

He immediately performed a suicide scene.

After he died, Sylvanas got out of his body and flew away.

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"Ha." Nergo exhaled, smiled and looked at the sword master beside him, "I regret it a little now."

"What do you regret?" Lantresor drew his sword and slashed at an ogre. These stupid things seemed endless. Even if the ogres they killed were enough to pile up into a small mountain, enough to fill the big hole blown out by Nergo's spell, there were still a steady stream of ogres rushing over.

"I regret not going to Havalor to watch your battle." Nergo threw the lightning condensed in his hand with all his strength. For a moment, the lightning struck straight along the ground. None of the ogres on this path could escape. They all tasted the taste of lightning.

"It's not too late to take a look now."

Among the ogres screaming from the lightning, Lantresor rushed into the crowd with a swift step and stabbed all the ogres who survived by chance.

Until an ogre swung his war hammer at him.

The ogre Nergo had been watching him for a long time. He was a lawbreaker, and any lightning and storm would suddenly disappear when it hit him.

The armor on the huge ogre had become tattered in the battle, but he didn't care at all and rushed towards Nergo with a shout.

At this time, Lantresor snorted coldly and prepared to intercept the lawbreaker again.

He was a wind slayer, and if he and Nergo were to fight one-on-one, Nergo would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

Lantresor held the long sword and waved it towards the brave ogre. Nergo smiled. Was he being treated as a soft persimmon?

He summoned lightning again to clear the enemies around him to ensure that they would not come to interfere, and then picked up the greatsword and charged at a faster speed than the ogre.

The ogre turned around, leaving Lantresor's fire blade behind him, letting the flaming weapon hit his shoulder. He endured the pain and raised his hammer to smash Nergo's head. He was sure that as long as it hit, the orc's head would make a sound like wood breaking.

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Nergo is not stupid. Of course, he will not take this powerful blow. After using his speed to dodge the hammer, Nergo looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and his tone was inevitably full of praise.

"So brave, what's your name." Nergo admired the courage of this ogre. This kind of fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries is very much to his taste.

This ogre lawbreaker with shaved head, muscular body, and a big flower tattoo on his arm is undoubtedly a handsome ogre with excellent taste in the aesthetics of their tribe.

His voice was very low, "I am Kora's shaman."

Kora's shaman was very simple, or stupid. He was stupid enough to join Varego's army, which was tantamount to suicide, for the honor of Highmaul.

He was also stupid enough to exchange injuries for Nergo's head.

He was just short of saying: This matter is not over until you send me to the Shadow Realm.

Kora's shaman?

Nergo went through his memories and suddenly realized who he was. This was the "anti-magic pioneer" he had been looking for, a spellbreaker who could accept multiple magic immunities at the same time.

Nergo nodded slightly, signaling Lantresor to stop attacking.

Lantressor was a little confused but still chose to believe Nergo.

Nergo fought with Kora's shaman while talking to him.

"You should have realized the fact that the army was defeated, right?"

Kora's fat figure seemed a little flexible, which was not surprising. In Highmaul, he was also an ogre with excellent performance in combat training and a high status.

He didn't say anything, but Nergo didn't shut up.

"I'll give you a chance to live now." He said, "You can go back alive and tell your leader that the orcs have won."

Krago opened his mouth to refute, but Nergo's next words closed his mouth again.

"You may not be afraid of death, but you have to think about your people and your country." Nergo blocked Krago's hammer and said, "You have to think of a way out for them."

"Maybe your leader also wants to negotiate peace?"