The sun pouring down from the sky was a little dazzling, and the noise on the battlefield shook the whole world.

The summer breeze blew the flags held high by the standard-bearers behind each other, and the bright battle flags were shining.

However, neither the close battle between Tulayan and Varok nor the noisy bloody battle next to them could affect the duel between the two top heroes of this era.

After dismounting, Anduin Lothar held a two-handed greatsword, like a god of war, and stood in front of the Grand Chief Orgrim. Instead, the wolf king on the opposite side gritted his teeth and let out a low roar.

Orgrim rolled over and patted the wolf on the neck: "Old friend, this kind of battle is not something you can get involved in. ”

The wolf let out a whimper helplessly and slipped to the back.

It's not a special mount, and it simply can't withstand the aftermath of the attack of the top powerhouse.

Looking at a solemn Lothar, and then at the Holy Grail Battle Banner that was accelerating in the distance, the domineering on Orgrim's face turned sacred.

In his big mouth, he hummed a tune from ancient savagery, pathetic and majestic, yet impassioned.

Even if the language barrier is incomprehensible, Lothar can feel that this is the belief passed on to Orgrim by the orc ancestors, as if it is the sustenance of traveling through distant time and space, allowing him to see the scene of the orcs struggling to survive in that desolate and cruel land.

There is no so-called justice, there is no right or wrong in righteousness, and the slaughter of villages and cities hated by humans, elves and dwarves is nothing more than an extremely primitive predator in the eyes of the orcs!

In other words, the human race was able to occupy a dominant position on the Eastern Kingdom continent, and it was not the hegemony that was snatched from the hands of the trolls back then?

Lothar suddenly realized.

"Excellent! Let our weapons decide where this land belongs! ”

It's close!

It's closer!

As they approached, the two men came within range of their weapons.

"Wow!"

The surging flames on the [Hammer of Destruction] swayed, and the temperature around it rose by dozens of degrees in an instant.

The temperature is so high that even the water in the atmosphere is evaporated at once. Lothar's vision became blurry, and there was only one Orgrim, but there was a figure in his vision, and he felt a burning pain in his nose even when he breathed.

The scorching midday sun hung high in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight and blazing flames stained the surrounding land, and even the green grass showed a strange fiery red reflection.

Lothar moves!

Dressed in heavy armor, he is as light as a dragonfly.

So fast!

Orgrim subconsciously exerted force on his right arm, trying to distract Lothar's sword with the dark and dreary Hammer of Destruction.

It's too late!

The broad-bladed greatsword, thicker than an adult's thigh, looked like a slash, but in fact, it spun nimbly in mid-air and stabbed at Orgrim at a tricky angle, like a venomous snake that had bitten it.

The black mace was too slow compared to the sword, and Orgrim only had time to raise his left arm, trying to barely block Lothar's sword with the black iron arm guard that Kaglaz had given him.

The blade of the sword intersected with the armguard, and a clear sound sounded.

Lothar didn't hesitate to continue stabbing in!

Ignoring the sharp pain in his left arm, Orgrim threw everything down with his arm, and there was a metal grinding sound mixed with the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

Not counting the injury to his left arm, Orgrim started from the bottom rib on his left side and went to the lower part of his left waist, where he was cut into a large 10-centimeter-long gap, and even the tip of the sword pierced the lower part of his left lung and left kidney.

It's worth it!

The seemingly sturdy black iron armor couldn't resist Lothar's blade, and if it weren't for this block, Orgrim's heart would have been pierced.

This is not the end!

The Hammer of Doom is here!

When the heat came, Lothar had already made a right roll in a very embarrassed way,

That wasn't enough, Lothar had just bent her knees and straightened up, and even the index and middle fingers of her right hand had barely had time to touch the coldness of the ground, and a huge fireball was already blasting in the direction of her left cheek.

Lothar subconsciously raised his sword to parry, and in the next moment, an unpleasant metal pop sounded, and the huge force paralyzed the entire left half of his body......

When Lothar struggled to open her eyes, she realized that the scenery in front of her had changed.

The earth is perpendicular.

Oh! It turned out that it wasn't the earth that was overturned, it was me who flew out sideways!

The left side of his face seemed to be stuck to something, as if the left eyelid was sewn by a wire, and the lungs seemed to be sprinkled with a large number of nails, which pierced the heart and flesh.

The hair sticks to his cheeks, and his right eyelid is so heavy that it seems to hang down at any moment, and the whole person falls asleep.

Only the hilt of the sword is still clung to in his hand—

There is only the hilt of the sword!

The family's ancestral stainless steel two-handed sword, the blade of which is only the size of a pitiful palm.

With just one blow, it was completely shattered.

Sure enough, the opponent's weapon is very powerful!

However, weapons are also part of strength, there is nothing 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, and relatively speaking, in this world, Lothar does not have [Quelzaram * Great Royal Sword], which makes Lothar suffer very much in the battle.

One move is a tragic lose-lose.

It looked like Orgrim had won, and even though his left abdomen was bleeding, he was still the man standing on the ground, while Lothar fell to the ground in disarray, struggling but unable to get up.

"It's over!" Ogrim gasped and strode over to Lothar, ten meters away, where he wanted to finish off his worthy opponent.

Suddenly, a figure in pan-blue armor stood in front of him.

"Get out! I don't kill the nobody! "Orgrim was very upset.

"Huh?" The visitor had an extremely handsome face, and the flowing golden hairs were exposed under the helmet, and the corners of his mouth were curled with playfulness: "If this is a duel, you have already won the battle, Great Chief." If you have to kill him, then let me, Crown Prince Alsace Minethir, be your opponent! ”

With a sonorous and powerful announcement, it was a flaming sword unsheathed!

Magic weapons?

Judging from the intensity of the opponent's flames, Orgrim could tell that it should be inferior to his [Hammer of Destruction], maybe just one or two notches worse.

Besides, if the eldest prince of the Lordaeron Alliance is dead, then the old man will cry for a long time, right?

"On the battlefield, there is no 'point to stop', no matter what means are used, the one who survives is the winner! Get out of here, or you'll be killed! "Orgrim's threat did not intimidate the young prince.

Instead, the smile on Arthas's lips grew stronger.

"In that case, I don't have any scruples."

"Whew!" With a wave of his right hand, Arthas slammed the gold-trimmed blue cloak behind him, covering most of his body, while his left side bent down to make a [Sword Drawing] pose.

"Fancy guys!" Orgrim didn't care.

Who knows, the next moment suddenly a musket exploded.

Seeing a hole in the opponent's blue cloak and feeling the sudden increase in pain in his left abdomen, Ogrim realized that he had been overshadowed.