Karl looked at the battlefield, Tulayan and Kudran withstood the attack of the Broken Hand Clan led by Kargas, and here the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther were entangled with the Ogre Elite Guard, and the remaining orc warriors and Alliance soldiers were also mixed up.

The rangers and mages of Quel'Thalas had no chance to attack in a wide range at this time, and they could only attack freely, and even so, powerful spells and precise arrows continued to take the lives of orcs one by one.

In that case, let's speed up the resolution of the battle.

Carl moved.

It appeared in front of several strong ogre elites in succession as if teleporting, and with several loud "bang" and "bang" sounds, the ogre warrior flew out like a cannonball.

Several paladins with silver hands found that their opponents were gone all of a sudden, and then they saw Karl's figure, smacked their mouths a few times, shook their heads, and continued to look for the next target of the battle.

With the addition of Karl, the pressure on the Silver Hand Paladins has been reduced, and they have begun to turn to attack the orc warriors, and the situation on the battlefield has begun to favor the alliance.

Lothar rode on a tall war horse, which is undoubtedly a great advantage, Orgrim did not dare to be sloppy, he had been fighting with humans for two years, Orgrim no longer had the mind to underestimate humans, although these human warriors were not as tall as orcs, but their combat skills were much better than those of orc warriors, especially those knights, who were able to fight alone with orc warriors.

The generalissimo of the alliance on the horse charged the great chief of the tribe, but unfortunately the distance was not very good, and the speed of the war horse was already in front of Orgrim before it increased.

The Great Chief of the Tribes took a step to the left, allowing the horse to almost wipe its fangs, and the Hammer of Destruction in his hand swung in an arc, the huge hammer head striking the horse's head with all its might. With a metallic clash of metal, Lothar's horse neighed in pain and fell like a hill, blood pouring from its shattered skull, the whole horse's head no longer in shape, limbs still twitching.

Lothar didn't feel flustered, the moment Orgrim hit the horse's head, he kicked hard, jumped up from the horse's back, the great royal sword seemed to be wielding wildly, but it slashed in front of Orgrim's forehead, who had not yet retracted the hammer, Lothar fell steadily to the ground, holding the lion's head shield in his left hand, and holding the great royal sword in his right hand, in the air in front of Orgrim, a strand of brown hair was falling with the wind.

The two stared at each other tightly, and the battle around them seemed to have faded, and then, the **** of the battle ignited in their eyes, and they raised the weapons in their hands at the same time and rushed towards each other. They have only one goal - to kill their opponents!

It was a close battle.

Lothar is a tall and burly knight, not much in shape similar to that of ordinary orcs, and as the last of Arathi's bloodline, Lothar has a wealth of combat experience and skill.

In comparison, Orgrim is burlier, stronger, and younger, and he has not drunk the blood of demons, so he is not much stronger than Lothar in terms of strength, and as Orgrim, who has experienced the war with the Draenei, he is no less experienced in combat than Lothar.

Both were dressed in heavy plate armor, the blue armor of the Storm Knight inscribed with the head of a lion, which contrasted sharply with the black tribal plate armor that was full of strength and ruggedness.

Lothar was the first to attack, and he had a deep hatred and hatred for the leader of the tribe in front of him, who had destroyed the kingdom he loved so much with these savage and brutal orcs, and slaughtered countless people who loved him and the king.

The Grand Royal Sword swept from the side, through Orgrim's defenses from the dead end, and slashed across the chest of the Great Chief Orc, sparks splattering and pulling a long gash in the heavy black plate armor. Orgrim reacted and slammed the hammer down, sending the hammer of destruction to Lothar's head with a whistling wind.

Lothar leaped back deftly to dodge the attack, but Orgrim flipped the handle of the hammer and the hammer of destruction swept towards Lothar's face, and Lothar couldn't help but lean back slightly, and the black hammer swept past his chin in a thrilling way.

But, apparently, the attack is not over yet.

Orgrim had anticipated this, wielding the Hammer of Destruction, which was faster and more powerful than before.

"Boom!"

The loud sound was a sight to behold even in the noisy battlefield, and the hammer of destruction struck the lion king's shield, sending a string of sparks up but it was blocked and slid to the side. Lothar raised her royal sword and stabbed Ogrim at his exposed waist, who calmly turned to one side and stepped away.

The two leaders clenched the weapons in their hands, looking at each other with a hint of admiration in their eyes, but more intense desire, a desire to fight that made people's blood boil.

"Ahh

Orgrim let out an earth-shattering roar and swung the Hammer of Doom at Lothar again, the Generalissimo of the Alliance took a small step, the Hammer of Doom grazed his armor and smashed to the ground, Lothar immediately swung the Lion King's Shield in his left hand, and the sturdy shield slammed into Orgrim's head.

Orgrim felt dizzy, and in the blur, a huge rune sword flashed and slashed at him, and he slammed the hammer of destruction upwards, and with a "bell", the greatsword was struck to the side, and Orgrim then kicked out a kick that hit Lothar in the abdomen, who didn't expect this, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Lothar looked at the orc chief with a little surprise, who was shaking his head violently before regaining his grip on the swarthy hammer. He was only a little surprised that Ogrim's physique was so strong that he had come to his senses and regained his composure so quickly, this was a difficult opponent that was worth fighting with his heart.

He attacked again, Orgrim roared and rushed towards Lothar, and once again the commanders of the Alliance's tribes fought together, warhammers and greatsword shields back and forth.

The hammer of destruction smashed down violently again, Lothar was shocked, the great royal sword was swung aside, his body had not yet regained balance, he gritted his teeth violently, forced himself to stabilize his body, and raised the shield of the lion king in his left hand, a loud noise came, the shield of the lion king finally lived up to his high expectations and blocked Ogrim's full blow, but the violent impact almost hit him almost to kneel, he felt that his left hand had no sensation at this moment.

A smug smile appeared on Orgrim's face, he admired the human commander in front of him, even if he was not as strong as himself, but he felt the threat of death, and now, it was time for him to enjoy the victory.

Just as he was about to raise the Hammer of Doom to deliver a fatal blow to the Alliance's commander, Orgrim suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, a chill coming from beneath him, and a strong instinct made him quickly retreat.

But it's already a step too late.

Lothar's Great Royal Sword broke through the fog like a sturdy assassin, its sharp blade shining with a cold glow, stabbing from the bottom up.

Even though it was protected by heavy plate armor, the Grand Royal Sword was no ordinary either, and the blade tore through Orgrim's plate armor, cutting a long gash through his neck from his belly to his shoulder.

Orgrim took two steps back and distanced himself from Lothar, looking down at the deep opening in his chest, with a hint of horror in his eyes, if it weren't for the instinctive reaction to danger that had been cultivated by years of fighting, and took a small step back, I am afraid that the magnificent-looking greatsword would have pierced his head.

What an admirable opponent!

Orgrim quickly calmed down again, death was normal for him, but he didn't want to die now, he still had a great responsibility on his shoulders.

The Great Chief grinned admiringly at Lothar, then grabbed the cracked plate and tore it off with all his might.

A cold light flashed in Lothar's eyes, and he looked at the lion king's shield that had been completely distorted in his left hand, the lion's inscription was long gone, and the shield was already covered with cracks as wide as fingers. Unbuckling the shield, Lothar threw the Lion King's shield aside as well, and grasped the Great Royal Sword with both hands.

The two let out a huge roar almost at the same time and attacked their opponents again! (To be continued.) )