There was no time to react before the next blow came.
Those are two huge meteor hammer-like things, glowing with a strange light blue color!?
When people are exposed, their first reaction is often the most direct.
Frightened bird!
Orgrim's body acted before his brain. Visually, his right hand seemed to have disappeared, but in fact, his arm moved too fast, leaving a shadow.
"Bang!" Alsace's thrown object was smashed into pieces by the [Doomhammer] in the air, and the thorium metal fragments scattered by the blast were reminiscent of Dwarf's shotgun.
Alsace is not here!
When a hammer hit the pair of shoulder armors thrown by Arthas, Orgrim finally realized that something was wrong.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.
It was only from the corner of his right eye that he caught a glimpse of the figure running towards him, almost touching the ground.
He used the quick-release buckles to remove his shoulder armor and breastplate in order to increase his speed to the maximum extent. Alsace's sprinting posture was very similar to that of a track and field athlete ejecting from a running gear during a 100-meter race on Earth.
The agility of a cheetah pouncing on its prey, the speed of rebounding like a spring pulled to the bottom, amazed Orgrim.
In the end, Orgrim only had time to turn sideways and hide his twice-injured left abdomen behind his back. At the same time, the muscle strength of his right arm exploded, stopping the hammer from spinning out, and struck Alsace with his backhand.
As long as Alsace dares to continue stabbing him on the left side of the abdomen, he will kill Alsace!
Unexpectedly, Alsace was not targeting his left abdomen at all.
"ah"
A heartbreaking pain came from his right ankle. Orgrim relied entirely on instinct and used the [Doomhammer] to support his body to maintain balance and prevent him from falling.
Behind him, Alsace, who was sprinting too hard, rushed five or six meters before he "braked" sideways, plowing more than two meters of scratches on the ground before he stopped.
"Despicable..." Orgrim wanted to curse, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene where he killed the black hand of the former war chief in a sneak attack.
Uh, could this be the legendary old bastard tricking the old bastard?
Looking back suddenly, Orgrim's still fierce and expressive eyes had a complex light: "Who taught you this? The noble prince of Lordaeron shouldn't know this."
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed from Alsace's forehead, sliding along the wings of his nose and onto the tip of his chin. Only then did the Prince of Lordaeron realize that the clothes on his back had become wet and sticky in an instant.
Too risky!
Fortunately, his sword was not aimed at the opponent's abdomen, and he fully learned Lothar's lesson and kept a sufficient distance. Even so, the war hammer still passed 10 centimeters from his forehead, and the aftermath of the gushing flames was already gone.
A small piece of his hair was burnt.
Alsace couldn't imagine what would happen if he was greedy and rash.
After calming down, Alsace said: "McDonald taught me this!"
(Mysterious voice: I’m not! I didn’t! Stop talking nonsense!)
Orgrim felt his completely unconscious ankle and saw the charred indented gap. He knew that his right ankle was crippled. He suddenly smiled bitterly: "It's him, so it's okay."
"I thought you would call me despicable!" Alsace stood up and assumed a standard T-step stance.
"Don't you think so?" Orgrim grinned, showing a terrifying smile.
"I have felt that before! But from the day the city of Lordaeron was surrounded by your men, I have been regretting it! I hate that I am too young, and my strength, speed and agility are far from reaching their peak, and in a head-on battle, I
Definitely not your match."
"Oh? You know your own strength very well."
Having said this, Arthas had all the guilt and timidity when facing strong men driven away from his mind, and his eyes became firm: "You can kill and occupy us for the survival and reproduction of the orcs.
I can also fight at all costs to protect my beloved father and sister. In essence, there is no difference between us!"
Arthas remembered what MacDonald had said. If one day, the orcs broke through the walls of Lordaeron and entered the palace. Would he die standing up? Or kneel down?
He chose to [die standing]!
What he understood was the meaning of courage.
So to shoot cold shots is [wisdom], right?
Even if it's despicable and goes against chivalry, doesn't the Alliance rely on artillery and explosives to gain advantage?
Alsace suddenly felt comfortable.
He felt comfortable, and Orgrim felt uncomfortable.
The warchief suddenly whistled, and Arthas immediately heard the sound of low and rapid footsteps coming from his left.
At first glance, the two fools almost died.
Such a big bear, no, this was the Warg King, which was even bigger than a bear. He just opened his huge mouth and pounced towards me.
The two idiots still don’t know that this Wolf King is actually a weakened version, a child of the previous generation of Wolf King who has not yet fully grown up. (The previous generation of Wolf King was eaten by the sand sculpture players.)
Even so, facing the giant wolf for the first time, Er Fool was obviously a little panicked.
He is still a little green!
While he was panicking, Orgrim suddenly jumped over in an awkward posture similar to plucking onions on dry land.
The fact that his right foot is disabled does not mean that he has completely lost his ability to move. When he suddenly made a pole vault with his right arm with explosive muscle power, the shock to Er Fool was absolutely unparalleled.
The perfect flanking attack!
Instinctively based on his long-term swordsmanship training, the second idiot took a standard step back to the right to avoid his sharp edge.
"Naive!" Orgrim commented coldly.
In the eyes of mortals, both the warchief and the warg king seemed to have used too much force and would swoop over their heads from left to right.
Just like the great chief's evaluation of the two fools.
After all, Er Fool is still a 15-year-old new warrior with a serious lack of combat experience.
Just when he stumbled out of the way and thought he had escaped, the warg turned around so quickly that his waist seemed to be broken, and bit him again with his big mouth.
When the wargs attracted all of Arthas's attention, Orgrim showed off his hammer-throwing skill in a moment that was too late for mortals to do so.
Orgrim and later Thrall were both believers of [Little Li’s Mother Flying Hammer Cult]!
Arthas was careless, he didn't dodge!
Not to mention [Doomhammer], who took off his breastplate in pursuit of speed and agility, even a wolf's mouth can bite him to death.
On the shocked face, there was a pair of unwilling eyes.
I, Arthas Menethil, am I done with this?
Just when the dignified Prince of Lordaeron and the possible Evil Demon King in future generations was just a hair away from dying prematurely, he saw a size 42 black shoe sole.
It's not too much to say it was powerful, the opponent obviously withdrew his strength at the last moment.
No matter who it is, being kicked in the face by such an aroused person will not feel good.
Before the commander could react, Alsace's whole body was swept away like a cannonball with his face twisted.
