Carl came to the sky above the orcs, some orcs found Carl in the air, and threw the weapon in his hand at Carl with all his might, Carl didn't even bother to look at it, he easily dodged it, even if it hit Carl through the net, it couldn't hurt him at all.

Looking at the area where the orcs were crowded, Karl's eyes began to turn red, and his eyes began to glow red.

Two rays of leaping flames burst out and swept towards the orc soldiers. The two orc warriors in front of them only felt a flash of red light in front of them, and the strong impact knocked them out, knocking down countless orc soldiers who were caught off guard.

The red-hot heat scorched the plate armor on the orc soldiers' bodies, and the orc soldiers wailed in pain and tugged at the armor that had protected them, but their pain did not last long, and the plate armor was quickly melted by the heat rays, and then dripped to the ground, taking away the pieces of flesh that had been burned black by the heat.

Following the direction of the heat ray, Karl was soon cleared out of a 'vacuum' area, and the body of the orc soldier who fell to the ground was completely scorched, and this tragic death made even the orcs who had always faced death bravely and fearlessly couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Orcs are not afraid of death, but not this kind of being roasted alive, the death they yearn for is to fight the enemy and then be killed by the enemy's weapons.

Karl had no idea of taking care of the minds of the orc soldiers, no matter what the orcs would do in the future, at least for now, they were enemies. The enemy must be as cruel and ruthless as the harsh winter.

Although the heat ray cannot achieve a killing range as the Arcanon Nova and the Firestorm, the temperature of the ray is higher, and the orcs swept by the ray are either dead or seriously injured, losing their combat ability.

The mages cast spells with all their might without reserving their magic, and the rangers didn't care about the arrows in their quivers, and the orc soldiers were like trapped tigers. They can only squeeze each other in narrow valleys.

Fenreth stared at Carl who was constantly emitting red light, his heart was full of remorse, he knew that he should have brought the rest of the warlocks with him, and the orc warriors had no way to deal with Carl flying in the sky. Watching his soldiers being attacked like live targets by the Alliance's mages and rangers, dozens or even hundreds of soldiers screamed and died in a wave of attacks.

"Damn it! Do something about it! Kilrog yelled at Fenreth. If this continues, I am afraid that the orc soldiers will be slaughtered by the Alliance.

Yes, slaughter!

What an ironic word. Words that had always been used against the enemies of the tribe were now inflicted on oneself, and only by experiencing them could one know what a heavy pain it was. Or maybe that's how the Draenei felt.

"Leave those hilltop mages and rangers alone, their attacks are gone. Herald! Blow the horn of attack, we must break through their defenses with all our might! ”

Fenreth yelled at the herald who ran up, who nodded understandingly. Take out the horn around your waist. The majestic and desolate sound of the trumpet resounded in the valley once again. The orcs, who had been flustered, quickly calmed down. Then the green face began to distort, the mouth opened wide and let out an earth-shattering roar, and the battle axe in his hands was clenched in both hands, and he launched a charge towards the paladin's defense!

"Hold it off for me!"

Mograine roared in anger and slammed his broadsword forward, and an orc soldier tried to parry with an axe, but the greatsword circled in the air and bypassed the axe. Slashed at the neck of the orc soldier, a head that roared without opening its mouth and roaring into the sky.

The other side.

"Dang!" The blood roar is blocked by Dassaulthan's warhammer. Countless sparks were splashed.

"Grom Hell Roar?!" Seidan Dasohan looked at the strong orc in front of him, although many of the orcs looked similar, but Dasohan recognized this powerful orc warrior at a glance: his hair was tied into a sky-high braid, the rest of his black hair was scattered behind his head, the shoulder pads were only the part of the right shoulder, and the axe in his hand that made a whistling sound was even more eye-catching.

"You know me?!" Grom grinned. He smiled at the human in front of him, who was almost as tall as himself. The roar of blood slashed at his head without stopping.

"Of course!" Dasohan dodged the chopped axe, and the hammer shone brightly, sending a gust of wind to sweep through. "I've seen you beaten around like a punching bag by Carl!"

"Roar~-" Grom's red eyes flashed fiercely, and he let out a deafening roar. The tragic scene of the Saldo Bridge will always be a pain in his heart, and he knows that the mighty human being is in the sky. But there was nothing he could do.

Da Sohan dared to send it to the door to provoke, and Grom's anger immediately hit the target.

The red light in Grom's eyes was almost about to leak out, and there was still blood with residual warmth, and the blood roar was tightly grasped by his hands, and he slashed at Da Suohan with all his might.

Disapplauded, Dasuhan swung his light-infused hammer and struck at the Bloodroar.

Bloodroar severed the handle of the hammer, and Dathohan realized that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy, he was not Carl, and Grom was not as vulnerable as he thought. The hideous appearance of the blood roar and the blood that slipped from its axe blade grew bigger and clearer in Da Suohan's pupils!

He knew he couldn't escape, and his life would end like this.

"Holy Shield! Idiot! Karl's voice woke up the desperate Da Sohan, and he didn't have time to think about it, he instinctively called out the holy light in his body, wanting to form a solid holy shield to block this fatal blow.

But, apparently, it was already too late.

"Bang!"

Bloodroar grazed Dasohan's shoulder and slashed down, and the arm armor and flesh covered with blood fell to the ground. Only then did the golden light envelop Dassault in it, while healing Dassault Han's bloody right arm.

"Carl Sunset!" Grom turned his head and stared at the foe he had sworn to slay with his own hands. Seeing that he was about to cut off the head of this paladin, the blood roar was deflected by two scorching red lights, causing him to pass by the glory of killing the commander again.

The old hatred is gone, and the new hatred is added!

"I'll leave it to me!" Carl landed in front of Dasuohan and cast a high-level healing spell on him, causing Dasuohan's deep wound to heal quickly.

Dathohan glanced at Grom and nodded, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to catch the blow even if he was prepared. He is the commander of the Paladins of the Silver Hand, and he has a more important responsibility on his shoulders than fighting his enemies alone.

"Come on! Grom. Let me see how much more you've grown? Karl yelled at Grom, he had already developed a murderous intent, and it would be better if he could lure the bronze dragon out.

"Bang!" Grom felt a palpitation, and just raised the Bloody Roar to block it, Carl's fist had already hit the Bloody Roar. The furious force knocked Grom into the air with his weapons and knocked out several orc warriors.

Grom immediately stood up, his eyes reddening, and let out an earth-shattering roar at Karl, rushing forward again.

"Bell!" Carl didn't dodge, and Starfall appeared in his hands, blocking the slash of Bloodroar. Carl kicked Grom's right leg again. With his left foot as a support, Grom took a half-turn and dodged Carl's kick. Then he slammed his head into Carl.

"Boom!" Grom slammed into Carl's head as he wished, but felt like he had hit steel, and Grom's eyes took two steps back with a dazzle, and in front of him was Carl's face with a contemptuous smile.

Bump your head with me, you really think your head is too hard!

Grom shook his head, and Karl stepped forward, Starfall's moonblade pointed at his throat. Although Grom is also a respectable opponent, Karl has a trace of pity in his heart, but he does not have the slightest relent. Only dead enemies are the best enemies.

"Drink!" Grom even felt the chill of Starfall's razor-sharp moonblade, and Bloodroar was struck with all his might, finally hitting Starfall in the nick of time, blocking it.

Grom gasped for air, Carl's strength and speed were more powerful and swift than when he was in Saldo, and it was ridiculous that he was still complacent about his improvement. A hint of invincible despair arose in Grom's heart, but it was replaced by a firm conviction that even if he died in battle, he would fall in the admiring eyes of his enemies.

With another roar, Grom grabbed Bloodroar and slashed at Carl, and then Bloodroar was blocked by Starfall again, but Grom was not discouraged, and Bloodroar slashed across the semicircle again, slashing from bottom to top...... (To be continued.) )