Stormwind God

The orc's rough roar, and the human's neat slamming of the shield, rang through the entire Stormwind City.

No one does not worship heroes. Even in large-scale battles, personal force seems to be getting weaker today. This **** and heroic fight still stimulates the adrenal glands of every spectator, and secretes a substance called 'Fever'.

Only the right master can see that the scale of victory is still slowly shifting towards the human side.

Orgrim was anxious.

The Black Chief must die, but not humans.

In the one-on-one duel of life and death, the more powerful and brave orc chieftain died under the hands of a weak human being?

That would be a shame, a shame for all the orcs of the entire tribe.

Even if one day in the future, the orcs lay down the entire planet Azeroth, they will still be nailed to the pillar of shame and pass on this humiliation. Although he could not wait for the black hand to die quickly, Orgrim knew deeply that at this moment, his interests were the same as those of the black hand.

Suddenly, the chief warrior zoomed in.

Suddenly, he buckled his back on the two complete dragon bones that resembled crocodile bones on his shoulder. The next moment, the black hand suddenly threw out the two bones.

In less than one hundredth of a second, a bone consisting of hundreds of bone joints burst apart. In the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of fragmented bombs containing the element of fiery fire, firing wildly towards Lothar.

Lothar had a chance to stay away, and at this time Orgrim cheated.

"Okay," he sounded. It seemed that Orgrim's lieutenant was cheering for his boss.

Just call it. What about using Mao ’s deterrent power almost like ‘Lion's Scream’? Do not! This is already [Bold Roar] of the soldier!

The shouting of at least 150 decibels has obviously affected Lothar.

Lothar shuddered all over his body, and just as he shivered, Lothar lost his chance to dodge. There is absolutely no way, Rao is an experienced veteran like Lothar, and he can't make too good remedies without losing the opportunity.

Lothar gave up dodging, and knelt down on one knee resolutely.

"Suddenly flickering!" It was like a slam of a machine gun, almost blasting Lothar's shield completely. After a round of fire was swept over, Lothar's shield became tattered, and light leaked out in several places. Fortunately, Lothar himself was not injured.

The consequences are serious. Lothar completely lost the ability to [block].

"What are you doing !?" Ryan and Berval, several senior generals issued similar anger at the same time.

After Duke's translation, Orgrim sneered, "I didn't step in! If a real soldier can't stand the enemy's cheering, then he's dead."

His words almost made Ryan and other people crazy.

At this time, Duke sneered with the same sneer: "You mean that it is not cheating to affect the enemy on the field with words and sounds !?"

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

There, Lothar fell into despair.

In terms of absolute power and speed, black hands are above Lothar. Losing the shield and not being able to dodge all, Lothar can only helplessly parry the black hand with his sword. For the black-handed pair of hammer-like hands, the sword is a light weapon, and unless it is psychic or something, the sword can never be more flexible than its own hands.

In the last killing of Medivh, the sword of the king used a lot of power. Lothar calculated and couldn't use the power of the sword to chop off the claws of the black hand.

Lothar was cold.

Ryan and Berval shivered. Ryan almost wanted to tear his face first and let his men do it. But in the end, they focused on Duke.

"Look at me!" Duke said so.

Once again, the black hand pushed Lothar to despair.

It was a corner of the square, with towering marble walls to the left and right, with no room to escape.

"Anduin Lothar, I will remember your name, but let's go to death." The chief warned with a wink.

In this second, the orc's cheering reached its zenith, and the fierce screams almost overturned the clouds in the sky.

They shouted the greatness of the chieftain and praised the bravery of the black hand.

As long as the first warrior of mankind is killed, the head of the human chief is within easy reach. This symbolizes that the invincible orc has once again conquered the cowardly alien!

Supreme glory!

The best [Markola]!

At the next moment, the chief's hands will be radiated out of the hands, with the blazing high temperature and the whistling of death.

That was the death of Lothar! [Marco Gola] Failure! The failure of the "Alliance" in the entire Storm Kingdom and possibly in the future.

Without Lothar, there would be no sign of the descendants of King Soradin, and it remains to be seen whether the seven kingdoms of humanity will unite as a whole.

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

Every human watching the battle clenched his fists.

At this critical moment, Duke fluttered into the chief's ear in a fluttering sentence.

"If I say that the Shadow Council sent someone to murder Orgrim's friend Durotan, Orgrim is plotting to overthrow you, the chief warrior. If you ask the location of the Shadow Council from Garona he captured, he will kill him. After you, clear the Shadow Council that killed his friend. What would you think? The chief warrior ... "

At this moment, Duke couldn't say such a long word at all. But Duke was finished at this instant.

This is a magic spell-specific technique.

The long sentence is extracted from all the important syllables, and then compressed, so that the long mantra can 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 human ears, this is simply a noise that cannot be discerned.

And most of the [mantra] are only reducing the three-second spell to one second. This is already remarkable.

Duke has system wizards. This strongest king system can turn impossible into possible.

A long paragraph was stiffened into a note.

The chief warrior, the black hand of the receiver, understood all the words clearly.

As Gul'dan's iron, as a model in the language, being used as a model to help people. The chief warrior furiously rushed to the crown and suddenly turned to look at Orgrim.

"Orgrim! Ah"

Lothar didn't know why the black hand would become cyanotic. This did not hinder Lothar's beautiful sliding step from the black hand's legs to the black hand's thigh bifurcation.

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

The black hand could not control his body at all, and bent down in pain. The next second, seeing that the opportunity was intact, Lothar wore a sword from the back gorgeously.

The dignified King's Sword was once again used as a backstab.

But the black hand ignored it, and he pointed to Orgrim and issued the last roar in his life: "You traitor" (To be continued.)