Stormwind God

Lothar walked down the stairs leisurely, and a pair of metal boots stepped on the marble stairs, making a gurgling sound.

"It's not good to be underestimated. Is it that I haven't killed enough orcs on the battlefield?" Lothar laughed while walking.

"After a while, you can hold the black hand's head to despise the orcs." Duke clearly dominated all of this, so that the black hand and Lothar who should not have met at this time played against him, but Duke was full of confidence.

In the original 'history', black hands died a little bit.

After Orgrim inquired about the Shadow Council with torture, Orgrim decisively challenged the black hand under the testimony of thousands of orcs. [Markora].

In that duel, the black hand once had the absolute upper hand. The huge petrified giant completely ignored Orgrim's hammer and easily beat Orgrim. But the sinister Orgrim had poisoned his hand. He suddenly looked behind the black hand in amazement during the duel, and saw Gul'dan's appearance. His mouth shape also seemed to say ‘Gul'dan.

The black hand who has no courage is so special. Just being so distracted, immediately gave Orgrim a chance to get a headshot with a hammer.

Hahaha!

The chieftain's black hand may really be worthy of force, but the black hand, a child with a mental disability ... If Lothar can't beat him, then Lothar's name should be written backwards as Salo Indu'an.

Well, it has nothing to do with honesty, justice, and magnificence.

"Ahhhhh"

The orc guard charged, and once that huge body rushed up, it was absolutely no different from a running rhino. The horrible sense of oppression is really courageous enough to scare out urine.

It's close!

It's close!

Closer!

The huge double-edged tomahawk suddenly fell off, and in the moonlight, a cold arc of light broke out. That was enough terrible violence to split an adult man with a shield and split it from head to toe in half.

However, Lothar came with a 'Marseille roundabout'.

Forgive Duke for describing Lothar in a football term.

But the commander forced Lothar to see through the enemy ’s simple and rude attack line, and an extremely gorgeous turn instantly, this action reminded Duke of Zidane ...

The same chic, the same full of artistic beauty.

Lothar turned with his left foot as a fulcrum, and lightly avoided the thunder-like axe, and then gently pushed the sword as if playing a sword flower. The sharp sword of the king turned slightly from the helmet of the orc guard Penetrated into the gap between the armor.

Blood splattered.

Jian Feng pierced the orc guard's jaw unobstructed, straight through his brain.

Until the moment of death, the orc's eyes were still full of confusion and shock.

And the flowing long hair that Lothar raised due to the rapid rotation was only then tucked gently on his shoulders under the influence of gravity.

Kill the enemy easily, and the hairstyle is not messy.

Handsome!

too handsome!

And it's a one-shot spike!

Gently withdrawing the sword, and let the dead orc's pang body fall suddenly, the blood arrow of gust of blood surged behind him, Lothar threw his sword, and threw the dirty blood on the floor tile.

Lothar slowly moved towards the black hand.

Step by step, step by step.

With each step, that unparalleled domineering gains one point.

"His" the Orcs took a sigh of relief.

They have the same idea: this guy is indeed the first warrior of mankind.

"Hahaha!" The chief warrior black hand uttered a hearty laugh.

He wasn't angry at all because of the death of the guard, but Lothar's gorgeous steps almost attracted his attention. With one hand, he pushed away the guards who were standing in front of him, and the black hand stepped forward.

"Ha ha ha ha! Yes! You are very good! Sure enough, you are qualified to challenge me."

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

Lothar stood ten meters apart with a black hand and smiled: "Duke, tell this guy to laugh more while he 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 didn't care, and mocked each other before the start of the fight. It is definitely a reserved show of the duel: "Tell this human warrior, as long as it is the head of the warrior, I will preserve it well."

Duke has not yet translated, and Lothar has yelled: "Speak ruthlessly, you can do it yourself. My ghost knows that I called him a coward, will it turn into him that I want to kiss his shoes."

"The orcs don't wear shoes." Duke shrugged.

Lothar gave Duke a white look. Duke was helpless: "Okay."

"Black hands! We humans are more civilized than you. Lothar said he would cut off your head and seal it with ice to keep it fresh and complete."

If anyone knew how Duke translated this, he would definitely say: Where can this approach civilization?

But the orcs didn't care.

Perhaps, it is the strong enemy that [Margoola] killed has the value of preserving the enemy's first rank.

At this time, Orgrim strode forward with the ghostly amulet-like banner of the Blackstone clan, and handed it to the hand of the black hand.

The chief warrior seemed to casually drop the battle flag on the ground, glanced directly at Lothar, and then looked at Duke again.

Duke knew.

"His Majesty, the orcs throwing the flag of war means blocking the glory of the entire clan. We must do the same for the duel."

Lane nodded, a flag bearer behind his head stood tall, stepped down the stairs, and handed the golden lion flag with blue background and gold rim to the hand of Lothar who returned the sword.

Lothar took the battle flag, and also threw it out, just above the battle flag of the Blackrock clan.

The orcs certainly didn't realize Lothar's careful thinking.

"Marc Gola!" Orgrim shouted, roaring loudly.

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

"Woohoohoo" Every orc kept raising and lowering their weapons, making a primitive and bold voice.

Of course, the Kingdom of Stormwind refused to show weakness. King Ryan stood up firmly, holding the shield on his left, and slamming the king's sword on the shield hard.

"Bang bang bang" Hundreds of royal guards did the same thing.

The cold light shone, and each lion heraldic shield roared like a sloppy lion. The soldiers of the Storm Kingdom use this method to build the momentum that is not weaker than the tribe.

In the air, as if thousands of swords and hundreds of thousands of axe and hammer were in fierce collision.

The invisible sword lightsaber shadow flooded every corner of the night sky.

"Come" Lothar pulled out his long sword again, and his hair fluffed fluffy under the violent night wind. From a distance, Lothar's hair was like a long lion's mane.

"Ha!" The chief warrior took the heavy steps that shook the world, striding towards Lothar ... (to be continued.)