"Lordaeron didn't fall?" One of the knights took off the helmet on his face and shouted in surprise:

"Could it be that His Majesty Terenus is guarding the city?" The knight showed a battered face, a sparse beard that was somewhat sloppy around his mouth, a slight gray hair on the top of his head, and the Mediterranean Sea in the middle.

"Lord Lothar!" Haas hurriedly stood up: "No, I heard that King Terenus has sacrificed his life for Lordaeron, and it is King Varian who is still holding on to the city!" ”

"Varian......" Lothar muttered, a smile of relief on her lips:

"This kid has grown up......"

"Let's go!" The knight put his helmet back on and shouted behind him, "Get these green-skinned monsters out of Lordaeron!" ”

Uther and his twelve Silver Hands followed Lothar on horseback; Then, tens of thousands of cavalry poured into Lordaeron City!

"For the Alliance!"

……

Orgrim - Hammer of Doom gasped for air.

The opponent in front of him, who can even be said to be unworthy of the title of "opponent" at all, is much more difficult than he imagined.

Although the boy's body is not yet fully grown, his strength is still great, and he is not inferior to some strong orcs.

At the same time, his swordsmanship is also very clever and skilled, and the two broad-bladed swords can also be wielded in his hands.

His combat experience was terrible, though.

Ogrim took advantage of the opponent's weakness to seek an opportunity and break the sword in his left hand with a single hammer; With only the sword in his right hand, it was clear that the human boy had fallen directly to the disadvantage.

However, Ogrim was careless and was also injured a little, and he was slashed by the other party in the right shoulder, even if he was protected by the shoulder armor, he couldn't stop bleeding......

Of course, the human boy was more seriously injured.

The Hammer of Doom smashed into the opponent several times, and if it were an ordinary human, it would have been impossible to hold on and fall to the ground a long time ago!

But the other party was still lame and struggling to persevere, with a glint of hatred in his eyes.

In time, this human boy will become a brave warrior! Ogrim thought to himself in his heart, but unfortunately, he couldn't wait for that day!

Raising the Hammer of Destruction, Orgrim slowly walked forward.

"Die!" The boy roared, sword in both hands, and charged at Orgrim.

Orgrim easily dodged the blow, which was already slightly weak, and was about to slam it down when he suddenly heard the loud sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Orgrim quickly dodged to the side.

Then a galloping human knight strode in on a warhorse......

The knight jumped off his horse and picked up the wounded boy.

"Alliance's reinforcements ......" Listening to the dense sound of horses' hooves behind the knight, Orgrimmar's expression suddenly dimmed......

Perhaps the Horde has been completely defeated.

……

"Uncle Anduin......" young Varian Ureon smiled weakly at the corner of his mouth.

Even if the knight didn't take off his helmet, he knew who the man was.

"You've done a good job, Varian!" Anduin Lothar took off her helmet and looked at the boy in her arms with a smile.

"Am I now the true king of House Ureon?" Varian asked in a low voice.

"Yes, kid!" Lothar nodded.

"But I failed...... Varian said in a low voice, glancing at the massive orc...... He used all his strength, and in the end, he couldn't defeat him!

"The king will indeed fail!" Lothar said firmly, "Still, someone will help him solve the problem!" ”

He gently lowered the boy down, and at the same time pulled out the sharp holy sword "Quelzaram" from his waist and looked at the orc in front of him.

Orgrim also looked at the tall, burly man, who was almost about the size of an orc warrior...... He knew the warrior, who was as much in the alliance as he was in the tribe......

Orgrim tightened his hammer tightly, the Tribe may have lost, but he wasn't!

Both were dressed in heavy plate armor, the battle-hardened Storm Armor facing the black plate armor of the Horde.

And both of them are armed with weapons that ordinary warriors can't wield, the Tempest Greatsword (Quelzaram) engraved with golden runes, and the Hammer of Destruction handed down by Ogrim's ancestor......

Both are determined to win, no matter what the cost!

Lothar attacked first, his greatsword sweeping from the side and slashing hard at the orc's heavy plate armor.

Orgrim reacted and quickly countered, slamming the hammer down, but Lothar leaped back and dodged the attack.

However, Orgrim then flipped the hammer handle and swung the weapon in reverse; But Lothar raised his sword in time and grabbed the handle of the hammer; Both weapons tremble with the power of their masters!

Orgrim gasped again, he was a little tired.

The battle between him and the boy had already consumed a great deal of his strength; And now, he is facing the most powerful warriors of the alliance.

The orc spat hard, then took off the black plate armor on his body...... Losing his armor, he was a little quicker.

The two collided again, and Ogrim received a deep wound in his abdomen, and Lothar also received a heavy blow from the right side, and both of them suddenly staggered a little.

They attacked again and again, each time looking for weaknesses in the opponent's defenses, each time leaving some scars on the opponent's body.

Until the last time he got closer, Orgrimmar punched Lothar in the chest, while raising the hammer with his other hand; But at that moment, his expression was a little dazed...... He's tired, he's tired......

A moment of hesitation allowed the opponent to seize the opportunity.

The golden runic sword pierced the orc's chest, and it pierced through without armor and without hindrance......

……

Gromash frantically slashed at the human soldiers around him with his axe, and the effect of the boiling oil made him look hideous, like a demon in hell!

However, a paladin wearing a blue robe with a sword and shield blocked him, and Gromash used all his strength to break through the opponent's defenses......

Until an orc took advantage of the chaos to pull him back from the battlefield.

"Who?" Gromash roared, looking at the orc who was pulling him:

"Sarufar? You actually betrayed the Horde? ”

As he spoke, the chief of the Warsong Clan raised his great axe as if to hack the blackstone orc to death.

"Retreat, Grommash, we're defeated!" Walok Sarufar's face was filled with sadness.

"It can't be! The Great Chief is still here, and he will lead us ......"

"The Great Chief is dead!" Sarufar's voice struck Gromash like the most terrible nightmare:

"Died in the city of Lordaeron...... His final command was to let us all live, live as long as we could......"