Kargas drew the sharp blade that sank into the chest of the Alliance soldier, and blood suddenly spurted out of the soldier's chest like a spring, splashing onto Kargas's hideous face, and the whole person looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

Kudran's war hammer smashed over, the war hammer danced with blue and faint electric light, Kargas's eyes narrowed, the strength of this short and strong guy in front of him was no worse than his own, if he hadn't drunk the blood of demons, I'm afraid he really couldn't compare to him, this world is really strange, there are so many strange races, and the strength is not weak, if the orcs grow in this land...... Kargas's eyes became fierce and sharp, this rich land should belong to the tribe, to the orcs!

The wide blade blocked the Storm Warhammer, and Kudran was kicked in the chest by Kargas, and he took two steps back, and before he could stand firm, he picked up his weapon again, and attacked Kargas with a hammer, as he had said before, the Brute Hammer Dwarves longed for battle, for glory!

"Bang!" Carl grabbed an ogre elite and threw it upward, the ogre elite flew into the sky with a scream, Carl immediately appeared in front of the frightened ogre elite, and the casserole's big fist hit the big man in the chest, and the latter flew out like a meteor and crashed into the walls of Stormwind City, and the mud on the walls of the city walls was suddenly shaken down countless times.

Carl was in no mood to care about this guy's life or death, and without the big killer of Starfall, Carl didn't find a weapon to take advantage of for a while, so he simply used his fists and relied on his strength to hit the enemy. Although it can't be compared to Starfall in terms of efficiency, the feeling of punching to the flesh is really stimulating people's adrenaline rush.

Even with the strong body and strength of the ogre elite, and the few punches that could not withstand Carl, in the combat power of Carl and the paladins of the Silver Hand, Orgrim's ogre elite guard was taken away by a wave of ferociousness. The rest is just the Broken Hand Clan of Kargas, who don't know the true power of the alliance yet.

Perhaps sensing that the situation was not good, Kargas did not entangle with Kudran anymore, and once again blocked Kudran's Storm Hammer, Kargas glanced up at the form on the other side, just in time to see a tall ogre elite flying out, and the blood spilled in mid-air made him understand that this captain of Orgrim's guard was probably more than lucky.

"Attack over there!"

Kargas raised his bladed left hand, and the warriors of the Broken Hand Clan who were on the rise gladly responded, they didn't need to think about those complicated and useless tactics, they just had to follow the chief's orders, and then plunge their swords into the enemy's chest, and tear them to pieces.

The battle between Orgrim and Lothar was already at a fever pitch, both of them had wounds on their bodies, their hands holding their weapons trembling slightly, sweat and blood sliding down their faces and sinking to the ground.

But the fiery battle intent was still burning in the eyes of the two staring at each other, Orgrim lowered his body slightly, leaned forward slightly, and the hands holding the hammer of destruction gradually strengthened, he opened his mouth wide, let out a roar, and was about to rush forward!

"God of War! Mars! Mars! ”

The Alliance soldiers cheered violently, causing Orgrim, who had already kicked out, to a sudden stop, and his opponent was also attracted by the cheers of the soldiers, and Orgrim turned slightly to look at the source of the cheers.

Then, a trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the great chief of the tribe!

Where's my guard!

The powerful ogre elite guards that were originally following behind Orgrim were gone, and when Orgrim looked back, it was all blue, and there was a burst of golden light from time to time, he knew that this was the paladins of the alliance using the power of holy light, whether it was to heal his own side, or to damage the enemy, Ogrim's heart sank, he failed!

The cheers of the Alliance soldiers continued, and Orgrim finally saw the figure that made him feel a trace of fear in his heart, the same blue armor, but unlike ordinary soldiers, there was a large pattern on his chest, and the blood-red cloak behind him was constantly flying, just like his master.

That powerful human was like a goron breaking into a flock, and the powerful warrior of the tribe was completely vulnerable in front of him, and Orgrim even saw an orc warrior gritting his teeth and slashing the battle axe in his hand towards this human, and he didn't even dodge, the battle axe slashed fiercely at the raised arm of this human, but it did not cause the slightest damage, in the eyes of the orc warrior who was like a ghostly frightened, his face suddenly crooked, and teeth jumped out of his mouth, Then the whole person flew out like a stone thrown by a catapult.

Here, Ogrim saw that there was an orc-looking fist resting on the orc warrior's cheek. The owner of the fist turned his back to Orgrim, but Orgrim's heart felt more and more cold, and the cheers of the Alliance soldiers came one after another, even in the face of the Draenei, who were as powerful as the orcs, the orc warriors who did not have a trace of fear actually retreated in fear under Karl's unhurried pace.

Ogrim closed his eyes and sighed deeply, he finally let go of the boulder that had been pressing in his heart, he failed! Even if he didn't want to admit it, reason forced him to accept the fact. The mighty orc warriors had lost the confidence to win, and even the desire to fight, and from their flinching and fearful eyes, Orgrim knew deep down that the Horde had lost the war!

"Stop! Stop it all! ”

Orgrim yelled hoarsely, his voice full of grief and indignation, but also full of determination.

A huge roar resounded across the battlefield, and both the soldiers of the Alliance and the warriors of the orcs were startled by this incomprehensible roar, and involuntarily stopped.

The entire battlefield gradually fell silent, and even the wounded endured the severe pain and did not allow themselves to make a sound.

"We lost ......"

Orgrim said loudly, like to the warriors of the Horde, and like a statement to the Alliance. There was no trace of depression in his voice, and his face was as calm as water, and there was no expression of frustration.

Lothar looked over, and the great chief of the tribe looked at him without flinching.

It was a long moment before Lothar waved his hand, signaling the Alliance soldiers to distance themselves from the orc warriors, but still maintaining a siege around the orcs.

"If this is your surrender...... Lothar thought that the wise chief had recognized the situation before him and was ready to give up resistance and surrender. But as soon as he spoke, he was rudely interrupted by Orgrim.

"No, you're wrong! Marshal of the Union! Orgrim's voice was still calm, no anger or sadness, "I'm going to have a duel with you!" He stared fiercely at the Generalissimo, "Use this duel to decide the fate of my men!" If I win, I want you to promise not to kill them and give their captives the treatment they deserve......"

Lothar waved his hand to block the impulse of Tulayan and the others, and motioned to continue listening. As if he hadn't seen the movements of Tulayan, Orgrim continued to stare at Lothar and said:

"If I lose - they ...... They are at your disposal......! ”

Lothar didn't reply, staring into Orgrim's eyes, and the Great Chief was calmer than the older wise man in the human race, as if he hadn't seen Lothar's gaze at all.

"Generalissimo......" Tulayan shouted anxiously when he saw that Lothar seemed to have the intention of agreeing, and Uther on the side was also worried, but he did not make any move.

Lothar looked at him, nodded at him, and took two steps forward.

"Rub!"

The sharp blade of the Great Royal Sword plunged into the ground, and Lothar held the sword in both hands as he looked at his worst enemy.

"The war between the Alliance and the Horde has lasted too long, our people have shed too much blood, and if you are willing to lay down your weapons, then we are willing to accept your surrender!"

Lothar glanced at the tribal warriors who had lost their fighting spirit, and finally fixed her eyes on their great chief.

"So, lay down your arms and show your sincerity. In my capacity as Generalissimo of the Alliance, I pledge that I will not attack you until the negotiations are concluded. ”

"Joke !!" A mocking voice suddenly rang out, and the warriors of the tribe involuntarily stepped out of the way, and Kargas, stained with blood and flesh, walked out with heavy steps. (To be continued.) )