Titan Tour of Azeroth

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Bursts of white steam sprayed out with a sharp noise.

"Ahaha, you **** orcs, what is the taste of the dwarf warhammer? Ahahahahaha!"

Wildhammer Lord Kurdran raised his steam-powered warhammer again, and the belly of the evil orc warrior lying on the ground had now turned into a cloud of **** mud.

Jumping on a towering large stone, Kurdran scanned the surrounding battlefield. More than 300 steam iron dwarves were holding up the steam-powered warhammers in their hands and hurriedly launched a violent charge towards the tribal troops.

When the short soldiers were about to meet, the group of iron dwarves jumped into the air with the power of their armor, and then hit the orc warrior hard with the war hammer.

The Mafia Chief, who sat firmly in the command of the Chinese army, was extremely angry.

These sudden changes in the Wildhammer dwarves are not only the powerful armor that they don't know where to come from, but also the hunted league flags behind them.

The tribe's army was besieging Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress, and the Wildhammer Dwarves were about to lose their final positions.

Then there was a sound of artillery on the flat ground, and a large number of human cavalry rushed over the road that bordered the Hillhill Bled in the distance.

They were wearing blue and white armor, holding a golden lion head banner on a blue background, and the chief black hand recognized these familiar old friends at a glance.

Saying so. . . This group of wild hammer dwarves also joined the league? And got support?

The black hand gripped his huge wicked claws fiercely, and his eyes showed mad hatred.

why! The tribe is clearly not going to provoke you anymore, why do you have to die and bite, are you crazy dogs!

Is there nothing else you can do for the humans and long-eared elves of the Storm Clan?

Then the black hand saw a more familiar handsome flag standing in the center of the human legion and slowly joined the battlefield.

He knew the man who took the lead in making trouble, and that was Lord Marshal, the Supreme Marshal of the Storm Kingdom.

"The reinforcements are coming, our reinforcements are coming! Ahaha, rush! Charge! Break the orcs! Oh, and the trolls!"

Lord Kudran was more excited to see the reinforcements coming, and immediately commanded more than 300 steam iron dwarfs to start a new round of charge.

The trolls' melee abilities were not as strong as the orcs. At this moment, they were beaten up by the group of steam iron dwarves who took the medicine, so the troll's defense line collapsed before long.

The fleeing troll soldiers immediately caused a joint effect, and the defeated soldiers hit the orc's front, making the latter a mess.

The Human Legion seized this opportunity and started a full-scale offensive.

Seeing that he was about to be completely defeated, the Blackhand Chief was about to break, he roared and ran forward.

"Rosa of the Storm Clan! Do you dare to fight me with glory? The losers leave their lives!"

The roar of the Mafia Chief spread throughout the battlefield, and the warring parties quickly stopped and looked at Lothar's position.

Lothar gave a burst of laughter and answered the black hand loudly, "You sent him to the door to find death. Of course I will seize this opportunity and come!"

The soldiers of both sides stopped their offensive and defensive operations, and stood on their existing positions, looking at the open space directly in front of them.

Lothar and Blackhand stepped out and stood on either side of the open space, staring at each other.

"I don't bully you either. I don't use the Excalibur Quelzaram in this duel, I use spare weapons."

With that said, Loza inserted Quelzaram back into her scabbard, and a guard walked up quickly, picked up Loza's weapon and returned to the formation.

Then two guard soldiers handed a whole scarlet two-handed sword to Lothar.

This two-handed sword is called the Brotherhood Sword, and it is also an excellent weapon, but it is also somewhat eclipsed in front of the ancient **** sword Quelzaram created by the elves.

Chief Blackhand laughed violently, "I don't need weapons, my claws are weapons, and soon I will tear you apart!"

After all, the black hand squeezed his sharp claws twisted by evil energy.

"Makola! Makola! Makola!"

There were continuous cries from the orc position. Makora is a ritual of glorious death fight in the orc society. No orcs must refuse Makola ’s challenge, otherwise they will be considered useless cowards and unable to defend Your own glory.

Both sides of the death fight can wear armor and hold weapons, and they cannot be stopped once they start, until one side dies or humiliates.

The two stared at each other in silence, for a time only the cheers of the orc and the sound of human soldiers striking the shield.

The black hand severely corrupted by evil energy, his character has become extremely tyrannical, so his patience will soon be exhausted.

The orc chieftain roared, and then quickly rushed towards Lothar, the evil claws raised high, trying to tear the weak human being in front of him.

Lothar's eyes narrowed, and he also quickly ran towards the black hand. Just when the two were less than a few meters away, Lothar suddenly knelt on his legs and slid back with his body leaning back.

The sword of the Brotherhood in his hand was severely ripped from the belly of the black hand along the belly and cut directly to the position where the black hand of the black hand was upward.

The black hand stopped suddenly. He looked down at his wound, and he couldn't believe it.

Why is my little brother chilling?

Before the severe pain came to mind, the scarlet giant sword pierced from behind and directly penetrated the chest of the orc chieftain.

The black hand watched the blade of dark green blood appear in front of his eyes, hissing, and then his eyes were huge, his body shook a few times, and then fell to the ground, twitching slightly, and died.

The orcs were silent, followed by turmoil and chaos, and the defensive formation was on the verge of total collapse.

Orgrim in the lineup looked at the body of the black hand, and his heart was also cold.

died! The chieftain of the tribe is dead!

This brainless idiot killed himself like this, or before the two armies!

Orgrim looked at the tribe that was starting to create chaos, and his thoughts quickly turned.

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"Don't panic, calm down! The warriors of the Horde, regrouped!" Orgrim's roar made the Horde soldiers rediscover the backbone.

The Blackstone Clan of the Black Hand responded first. After all, Orgrim also belonged to the Blackstone Clan, and after seeing the order of the largest clan, the rest of the small clan did the same.

"All chiefs come to me, hurry, follow my command!"

The subpoena was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly performed a thumping ceremony and ran to convey the command of the chieftain.

The Horde quickly stabilized the front, and even after slowly and steadily retreating, they did not want to continue the battle.

The siege of Eagle's Nest Mountain has failed, and the Hinterland area can't be attacked. Orgrim is different from the black hand. He has reason, he can think, and he has excellent military literacy.

Dangdang keeps getting rid of it, so. . . withdraw!