The sunshine pouring down from the sky was so bright that it was dazzling, and the noise on the battlefield shook the whole world.
The summer wind blew the flags held high by the flag bearers behind each other, and the bright battle flags were shining.
However, neither the desperate battle between Turalyon and Varok or the noisy bloody battle nearby could affect the duel between the two top heroes of this era.
After dismounting, Anduin Lothar held a two-handed sword, like a god of war, standing in front of Warchief Orgrim. On the contrary, the Warg King opposite gritted his teeth and let out a deep roar.
Orgrim turned over and got off the wolf, patted the wolf's neck: "Old friend, you cannot get involved in this kind of battle."
The warg let out a helpless whimper and slipped away obediently.
It is not a special mount and cannot withstand the aftermath of an attack by a top powerhouse.
Looking at the solemn Lothar, and then at the Holy Grail battle flag approaching in the distance, the domineering look on Orgrim's face turned into a holy one.
With his ferocious mouth, he hummed a tune from the ancient wilderness. It was sad and majestic, yet impassioned.
Even if he didn't understand the language, Lothar could feel that this was the belief passed down to Orgrim by the orc ancestors, as if it was a message that traveled through distant time and space, allowing him to see the orcs struggling to survive in that desolate and cruel land.
The scene of existence.
There is no so-called justice, no moral right or wrong. The massacre of villages and cities is hated by humans, elves and dwarves. In the eyes of orcs, this is just an extremely primitive way of preying on the weak!
In other words, the dominance of humans on the Eastern Kingdom continent was not the same as the hegemony they seized from the trolls back then?
Lothar suddenly realized something.
"Very good! Let our weapons determine the ownership of this land!"
Close!
Closer!
As the footsteps approached, the two entered the range of the weapons.
"Ouch!"
[Doomhammer] swelled with surging flames, and the surrounding temperature instantly increased by dozens of degrees.
The temperature was so high that even the water in the atmosphere was evaporated all of a sudden. Lothar's vision became blurry. There was clearly only one Orgrim, but there were figures in the vision. Even breathing made his nasal cavity feel burning and painful.
The scorching sun at noon hung high in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight combined with the blazing flames dyed the surrounding earth, and even the green grass showed a strange fiery red reflection.
Lothar moved!
Wearing heavy armor, he was as nimble as a dragonfly touching water.
So fast!
Orgrim subconsciously exerted force on his right arm, trying to use the black Doomhammer to push Lothar's sword away.
It's too late!
The broad-bladed sword, which was thicker than an adult's thigh, seemed to be cutting, but in fact it turned quickly in mid-air and stabbed Orgrim at a tricky angle, like a venomous snake that was biting.
Compared with the long sword, the black square-headed hammer was too slow. Orgrim only had time to raise his left arm, trying to barely block Lothar's sword with the black iron armguard given to him by Ka'graz.
The blade of the sword intersected with the arm guard, making a clear sound.
Lothar continued to thrust in without hesitation!
Orgrim ignored the severe pain in his left arm and used his arm to push down everything. At that time, there was a sound of metal friction mixed with the sound of a sharp knife cutting flesh.
Not counting the injuries to his left arm, Orgrim was cut from the bottom of his left ribs to the lower part of his left waist. A large gash was cut out that was 10 centimeters long. The tip of the sword even stabbed the lower part of his left lung and the lower part of his left waist.
Left kidney.
It's worth it!
The seemingly solid black iron armor failed to withstand Lothar's sword. If not for this block, Orgrim's heart would have been pierced.
This is not the end!
[Doomhammer] is here!
When the heat came, Lothar had already done a right roll in a very embarrassed manner,
This was not enough. As soon as Lothar bent his knees and straightened his body, just before the index and middle fingers of his right hand had time to touch the cold ground, a huge fireball came from the direction of his left cheek.
Lothar subconsciously raised his sword to parry. The next moment, an unpleasant metal explosion sounded, and the huge force paralyzed his entire left side...
When Lothar tried to open her eyes, she realized that the scenery in front of her had changed.
The earth became vertical.
Oh! It turns out that it wasn’t the earth that was overthrown, but my whole body that flew out!
The left side of my face seemed to be stuck with something, as if there was a thread tightly sewing the left eyelid. It felt like a lot of nails had been thrown into my lungs, which hurt my heart and my flesh. When I looked carefully, I realized that they were all burning in flames.
Burning pain afterwards.
Her hair was sticky and stuck to her cheeks, her right eyelid was so heavy that it seemed to droop at any moment, and she just fell asleep.
Only the hilt of the sword is still tightly held in his hand——
There is only the hilt left!
The family's ancestral stainless steel two-handed sword has a blade as small as a palm.
Just one blow and it completely exploded.
Sure enough, the opponent's weapons are very powerful!
However, weapons are also part of strength, there is nothing much to say.
History has changed subtly here!
Although Lothar is still bald, he is no longer the sixty-year-old man in the original history. In contrast, Lothar in this world does not have the [Great Royal Sword of Quel'Zalam]. This makes Lothar in
I suffered a lot in the duel.
A one-on-one fight would result in a tragic loss for both sides.
It seemed that Orgrim had won. Even if his left abdomen continued to bleed, he was still the man standing on the ground, while Lothar fell to the ground in embarrassment and struggled a lot but could not get up.
"It's over!" Orgrim gasped and strode towards Lothar, who was ten meters away. He wanted to finish off this respectable opponent.
Suddenly, a figure wearing green armor stood in front of him.
"Go away! I won't kill unknown people!" Orgrim was very unhappy.
"Huh?" The visitor had an extremely handsome face, and the flowing golden hair was exposed under the helmet. The corners of his curved mouth were playful: "If this is a duel, Chief, you have already won. If
If you insist on killing him, then let me, Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron, be your opponent!"
Accompanied by the sonorous and powerful declaration, a flaming sword was unsheathed!
Magic weapon?
From the intensity of the opponent's flames, Orgrim could tell that it should be inferior to his [Doomhammer], maybe just one or two levels behind.
Besides, if the great prince who is the leader of the Alliance of Lordaeron dies, then the old man will cry for a long time, right?
"In a life-and-death fight on the battlefield, there is no such thing as a 'stop'. No matter what method is used, the one who survives is the winner! Get out of here, or I will kill you too!" Orgrim's threat did not intimidate the young prince.
.
Instead, the smile on Alsace's lips grew wider.
"In this case, I don't have any worries."
"Hoo!" Alsace waved his right hand, and suddenly raised the blue cloak with gold trim behind him, covering most of his body. At the same time, he bent over on the left side, making a [sword drawing] posture.
"Fancy guy!" Orgrim didn't care.
Who knows, the next moment there is a sudden explosion of a musket.
Only when he saw a hole in the opponent's blue cloak and felt the sharp pain in his left abdomen did Orgrim realize that he had been tricked.
