Fenris looked at Grom, who had lost his mind and was frantically fighting with Carl, Kirrog had fallen to the ground, and the senior he had always respected had returned to the arms of his ancestors, and there were not many warriors left under his leadership, although they still did not have the slightest fear or flinching, and still struggled to break through the defenses of those human paladins.

"You shouldn't get distracted! Orcs! Muradin's battle axe grazed Fenris's face, and a long thin wound appeared horizontally on Fenris's face, and drops of reddish-brown blood came out.

"What to say to him! Kill him! The artifact is on his body! Mograine showed no mercy for the orcs, having seen them storm a village where they had brutally slaughtered men, women, and children. These orcs are even more brutal than beasts!

"Want an artifact?" Fenreth looked at Mograine with a mocking smile, then raised the battle axe in his hand, "Come on, then!" ”

With that, he let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed towards Mograine and Muradin.

The huge tomahawk with a whistling axe was the first to slash at Mograini, but was blocked by Mograini with his broadsword.

Fenreth dodged Muradin's attack sideways and kicked him in the chest, and poor Muradin was kicked by this tremendous force and rolled around like a gourd several times before standing up, spitting out the dust in his mouth. Muradin's eyes also became fierce.

Fenres' battle axe was once again parryed with Mograine's greatsword. The two began to wrestle, almost face to face, the muscles in their hands shaking with force. Armed with a hammer and a tomahawk, Muradin hesitated several times, but still did not take the opportunity to rush forward and deliver a blow to the orc.

That is, until Fenreth let out a low, muffled roar that pushed Mograini back. Mograine took a few steps back, and Fenreth pressed in. His face was calm, as if he was convinced that he would win. Mograine didn't panic, he knew from the wrestling just now that his strength was not as strong as the powerful orc in front of him, but he had a wealth of fighting skills.

Fenres's tomahawk slashed hard, and instead of parrying with his greatsword, Mograine let the tomahawk slide down the greatsword. Then he drew his broadsword, and before Fenreth could regain his balance, it stabbed him in the waist.

But as the chief of the Thunder King clan, Fenreth is also very skilled in fighting.

The Thunder King Clan lives in the harsh environment of Frost Fire Ridge, and their name is even louder than that of the Frostwolf Clan. Delaenor's powerful creatures, Goron, are one-eyed giants with huge bodies, they have unparalleled brute strength, and they are tall orcs in front of humans, for the Gorons. Nothing more than their dessert.

However, the Thunder King clan bravely stood up to fight against Goron, and they even used amazing jumps and giant spears and rope hooks to hunt Goron in turn. The strong are always worthy of respect, which makes the orcs look up to the Thunder King clan.

Neozu himself convinces Fenreth, and Fenreth understands that maybe Neozu has other plans, but like Orgrim, he is willing to take a risk for the sake of the tribe, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance.

Fenreth is supported with his right foot. With a loud roar, he turned half a circle. Mograine's sword grazed his abdomen, causing no damage to him, and he swung his casserole-sized fist and slammed it into Mograine's face.

Mograine was a little dazed by the heavy blow, and his vision was a little blurry, but the instinct of battle made him swing his greatsword. Blocked Fenresh's axe that slashed at him.

Seeing that Mograine's condition was not good, Muradin did not think about anything else, and rushed forward with the staggered dance of the hammer and tomahawk.

Shortness also has the advantage of being short. Muradin was just over half the height of the orcs, and the hammer and tomahawk alternately attacked Fenreth's waist and legs, while the tall Fenreth always had to lean slightly over. to be able to block Muladin's war hammer, extremely awkward.

For a while, Muradin actually beat Fenreth to the ground, which made Mograine, who had already come to his senses, ashamed and annoyed.

…………

"Bang!"

Carl threw a punch from top to bottom, slamming into Grom's face.

Grommton was knocked on the ground by the force of the giant, and Karl followed with a string of shadows, meeting Grom's propped head and striking a solid hook to his chin. Grom flew like a shuttlecock being shot.

Karl reached out, and Grom's feet were clasped tightly by him.

Danas and the others looked at Karl in surprise, who was turning Grom in circles as if he were a hammer ball. Soon, Karl and Grom were already a phantom.

Then, the three Danas watched as the grief-stricken Grom flew out like a cannonball, grazing the heads of the Dalaran mages, shattering countless stones from the top of the mountain, and disappearing from everyone's view with Grom's angry roar.

Danas felt even a moment of silence on the battlefield. Not only Danas, Tirio and Khadgar, but even the rangers and mages at the top of the mountain, the paladins of the valley...... With the exception of Mograine and Muradin, who were still fighting with Fenres, everyone, including the orc soldiers, stopped the battle and stared at Karl floating in the air in amazement.

This...... Is this still human? How could there be such a great force!

Carl is dressed in a blue armor full of texture, the red S-shaped logo on the gold background on his chest adds a bit of mystery, the unique red belt around his waist, and a pair of boots with a strong metallic texture on his feet. The long red cloak behind him stirred up red waves under the wind, and the columns rattled.

Onexia had already finished the battle and stood aside, looking at Carl floating in the air 'cool', his eyes were already full of peach blossoms: This is the man I have chosen, this is so stylish!

Danas was surprised by the perversion of Karl's power, and threw a tall orc like a stone without a trace, of course, he was more envious of Carl's 'cool' outfit, which was too suitable for 'pretending'. Oh, and the words were all learned from Carl, and Danas thought they were all too apt.

Karl directly ignored the drooling Danas, and the pilgrims commanded: "Speed up the battle, the rest clean up the battlefield, take our compatriots, and let the heroic spirits of the warriors triumph with us!" ”

"Yes!" The paladins roared in unison, looking at Carl with a kind of fanaticism.

After giving orders to the paladins, Karl fell down and walked in front of Danas.

"What's wrong with you, Carl?" Danas looked at him with a puzzled look, victory was within reach, but Karl looked anxious.

"I don't know!" Carl shook his head, his brow furrowed, "But there's always a sense of uneasiness in my heart!" It's like...... It's as if something has been forgotten. ”

"Bronze Dragon!" Onexia reminded Carl.

"That's right!" Karl's eyes suddenly lit up: it was the Bronze Dragon, and now that the Alliance had almost won, then the Book of Medivan, the Eye of Dalaran and the Scepter of Sargeras, and Gul'dan's skull would not be brought to Draenor, and Neozu would not be able to use them to open portals to other worlds, and Draenor would not be destroyed by uncontrollable energy.

This is definitely not something that some guys who want the timeline to evolve like 'history' would like to see.

So, it's the last moment, why are some of the bronze dragons still not moving? Carl was thinking with his superbrain in mind, carefully watching for any fluctuations around him.

Aside from the roars of battle and the clashing of weapons, the only sound left around the canyon was the roar of running water. Everything looks very normal.

"What bronze dragon?" Danas asked curiously when he saw Karl standing there.

Khadgar knew something about the bronze dragons, but he didn't know why Carl thought of these guardian dragons, and even had a faint sense of hostility.

"I'll tell you about that later," Karl waved to Danas, "and we're going to end the fight as soon as possible." As long as you bring back the artifact, then everything is assured! ”

"That's right!" Tirio couldn't agree with Carl, "I also think the plan went too well. Of course, I'm not saying that our plans are bad, I'm just ...... Just ......"

"I understand." Karl nodded at him, "Either way, the mission will only be completed if we bring the artifact back to Dalaran. Now, let's get moving! ”

Tirio nodded, turned around and attacked the remaining orcs with Danas and the others. (To be continued.) )