The ogre wails in pain, and he turns his massive body, only to be struck by another Windranger's arrow in the back, which spills into the flesh and splatters a small pool of blood, and Ares and Sylvanas besiege the Warbringer Wormrog. Even Weenlesa joined the fray.

The ogre roared and slammed a hammer at Ares, but Ares nimbly dodged again, even though he was out of breath, he had to hold on. Provide Windrangers with the opportunity to strike from a distance.

The surrounding Alliance warriors, no one dared to step forward to meet the ogre's angry blow, the flaming giant hammer was almost twice the size of the orc war hammer, and the strength was also several times that of the orc warriors.

However, the more difficult and dangerous the environment, the more Ares has to stand up, because he is the head of the knights and the commander of the expeditionary force, if he does not stand up at this moment, who will have the morale and confidence to fight?

This is a fantasy world...... Yes, that's how he is, the more he is a leader, the more he has to take the lead...... Although he ** sounds so shitty......

During the chase, Ares panted down the hall with his heavy armor in tow, while the ogre filled his back with arrows fired by the Windranger during the chase......

Eventually, the beast couldn't stand it anymore, and his two heads began to quarrel, and eventually, the red-tattooed head obeyed the blue-tattooed head, and the two-headed ogre Wormrog gave up the pursuit and began to cast a spell, under the terrifying spell, the dark energy quickly gathered in his palm, originally Ares thought he was going to cast an offensive spell like a shadow arrow, but the effect of the spell in the next second simply blinded Ares's eyes......

It was like the death knight's death grip, and in an instant, Ares felt a powerful force tearing at his body and soul, and then the force lifted him up in the air. Although Ares resisted this force, the time was too short, and before he could pray for the Light, his body was lifted by this powerful dark force, and he was dragged in front of Wormrog!

In the next second, the ogre raised his thigh angrily, and a terrifying shadow instantly appeared above Ares's head, which was a huge paw......

"Ares!"

Even Sylvanas exclaimed with her mouth wide open, and she drew her bow again, but it was clearly too late.

At the last moment, Ares clutched the Ember Messenger and called for the Light......

In front of everyone's eyes, the ogre's huge paws stepped on the head of the Knights, Ares, on the ground......

However, a miraculous scene appeared at this time, and I saw that an incomparably dazzling golden light burst out from Ares's body again, and together with the giant sword in his hand, it turned into a glittering sword, piercing the sole of the ogre mage from the bottom up!

This time, it was almost fatal. Even a tall ogre couldn't stand a big hole in the soles of his feet. As the ogre Wormrog screamed, viscous blood poured out of his broken wounds. This time, it was a fatal wound. Wormrog could barely move. You can see that his expression is full of pain and fear. I watched as the human knight, who was much smaller than himself, stood in front of him intact again......

ahhhhhhhh……

Wormrog let out a barrage of unexplained screams of pain. However, Ares ignored him. Covered in the sticky, smelly blood of the ogre, Ares picked up his greatsword and roared again, aiming it at Vormrog's chest and throwing it out in his hand. Like a flash of golden energy, the Ember Messenger instantly pierced the heart of the ogre Wormrog.

At this point, all the orc warriors were stunned, including the two Windranger sisters who were archery in the rear to support Ares, who had shot a total of twenty-five arrows with all their might, but they could not kill the ogre, but now Ares had finished him with a single sword. Yes, a complete sword kill. Wormrog didn't resist, didn't even say a word, and fell from mid-air like a pile of fat......

The ground of the Hellfire Fortress raised bloody dust, and the heavy muffled sound reminded people that this was not an illusion, and that this raging beast had really been killed by the sword of the paladin in front of him......

Ares stepped forward, stomped on the ogre's broad chest, and then struggled to pull out the greatsword that was inserted into the ogre's body, the glittering greatsword covered in the flesh and shattered internal organs of the ogre Wormrog. Sticky blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.

The scene in front of them completely made the orc infantry completely lose the motivation to resist. They turned around with a wail and began to flee.

Like a rolling red tide, it broke back. The dust kicked up and darkened the entire shattered hall.

The paladins of the Order and the soldiers of the Alliance cheered.

However, through the billowing red dust, Ares saw that something was wrong, the orcs seemed to be stopping to rout, and within a walkway of the walkway, they stopped their hasty rout. The rapid and brutal slaughter not far away added to Ares' unease.

It's like a massacre, a massacre without distinction. But what was the force that caused the orcs who had fled for their lives to stop their rout in just a few dozen steps?

Gradually, the blood-red fists in the crowd made Ares guess the answer...... Kargas. Blade Fist ...... Yes, there is no one else. The heavy and cold pace, the rapid blood light, no one in the orc tribe in the outer lands has such speed and strength, there is only one possibility - this orc warrior who slaughtered his own kind is the famous Kargas of the old tribe. Blade Fist, Chieftain of the Broken Hand Clan!

Standing in place, Ares picked up the steel shield lying on the ground and gripped the Ember Bringer in one hand, ready to face the most famous Broken Hand Chief in orc history. Even from a distance, Ares could see that both of Kargas's hands were broken, colliding with two hideous blades.

In order to resist the ogre's enslavement, Kargas once cut off one of his own hands to escape, and put a fist blade on his severed hand to kill the ogres who enslaved him. and freed the other orc companions who were imprisoned with him in the depths of the Ogre Arena, and from then on, a new orc clan was born, the Broken Hand Clan. The tradition of this clan is to cut off an arm, slam into a fist, and be ready to go into battle for bloodthirsty fighting, just like their chieftain Kargas.

Kargas walked with heavy steps, slashing all the orcs in his path, and it is no wonder that the evil orc warriors who had fled frantically just now stopped in front of Kargas. Like the head of a warlord, he upholds the glory of the Hellfire Fortress and the last glory of the orcs of the old tribe.