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Bursts of white steam erupted with a shrill sound.

"Ahaha, you damn orcs, how does the dwarven warhammer feel?

Kudran, the Hammerlord of the Brute Hammer, raised the steam-powered warhammer in his hand again, and the belly of the orc warrior lying on the ground had now turned into a bloody mess of mud.

Jumping onto a towering rock, Kudran glanced around the battlefield to see more than three hundred steam iron dwarfs running and charging at the tribal forces with steam-powered warhammers in their hands.

As they were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, the Iron Dwarves leaped into the air with the help of their armor, and then smashed their hammers into the orc warriors in front of them.

The black-handed big chieftain who sat firmly in command of the Chinese army and the fallen army was extremely furious.

The sudden change in these Brute Hammer Dwarves was not only the powerful armor that they got out of nowhere, but also the hunting Coalition banners behind them.

The Horde's army was besieging the Eagle's Nest fortress, and the Hammer Dwarves were about to lose their last positions.

Then there was a cannon fire on the ground, and a large number of human cavalry rushed from the road that bordered the Hills of Hill Hill in the distance.

Dressed in blue and white armor and carrying a golden lion's head banner on a blue background, the Black Hand High Chief recognized these familiar old friends at a glance.

To be said ... These Hammer Dwarves have joined the Alliance, and they're getting support?

The black hand gripped his huge evil claws fiercely, and his eyes showed crazy hatred.

Why! The tribe is no longer going to provoke you, so why do you have to bite to death, are you mad dogs?

Don't the humans and long-eared elves of the Stormwind Clan have anything else to do?

Then the Black Hand saw a more familiar banner standing in the center of the human legion, and slowly joined the battlefield.

He knew the human who was leading the trouble, and it was Lothar, the supreme generalissimo of the Stormwind Kingdom.

"Reinforcements are coming, our reinforcements are coming!ahahaha, rush, charge!Defeat those orcs!Oh, and trolls!"

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the Grand Lord of Kudran became even more excited, and immediately commanded more than three hundred steam iron dwarves to start a new round of charge.

The trolls' melee combat ability was not as strong as the orcs, and at this moment, they were beaten by this group of steam iron dwarves who had taken drugs, so the trolls' defense line did not last long before it completely collapsed.

The rout of the troll soldiers had an immediate ripple effect, and the rout charged the orc's line, causing the latter to be in disarray.

The Human Legion seized this opportunity and began to launch an all-out attack.

Seeing that a complete rout was imminent, the Great Chief of the Black Hand was stunned, he roared angrily, and then ran forward violently.

"Lothar of the Stormwind Clan, do you dare to have a glorious duel with me, and the loser will be killed!"

The Black Hand Chieftain's roar spread throughout the battlefield, and both sides quickly paused, looking at Lothar's location.

Lothar let out a burst of laughter, and replied to the black hand in the same loud voice, "You sent it to the door to find death, of course I have to seize this opportunity, come!"

The fighters on both sides stopped their offensive and defensive actions, and each stood in his existing position, looking at the open space directly ahead.

Lothar and Blackhand strode out, standing on either side of the clearing, watching each other.

"I don't bully you either, I don't use Excalibur Quirzaram in this duel, I use spare weapons. ”

With that, Lothar put Quelzaram back into the scabbard, and one of the guards walked up quickly, picked up Lothar's weapon and returned to the formation.

Then two guards held up a scarlet-colored two-handed greatsword and handed it to Lothar.

This two-handed sword, called the Sword of the Brotherhood, is also an extremely excellent weapon, but it is also a little overshadowed in front of the ancient divine sword Quelzaram created by the elves.

The Black Hand Chieftain burst out laughing violently, "I don't need a weapon, my claws are weapons, and soon I'll tear you apart!"

With that, the black hand pinched his sharp claws that were distorted by evil energy.

"Makgora, Makgora, Makgora!"

There was a continuous chant from the orc position, Makogora is a ritual of glory and death in the orc society, and no orc must refuse Makogora's challenge, otherwise he will be considered a useless coward and unable to defend his glory.

Both sides of a deathmatch can wear armor and hold weapons, and once it starts, it cannot be stopped until one of them dies or concedes humiliation.

The two stared at each other in silence, and for a moment there was only the cheers of the orcs and the sound of human soldiers banging on their shields.

The Black Hand, who had been severely corrupted by evil powers, had become extremely tyrannical, so his patience was quickly exhausted.

The Great Chief of the Orcs roared in anger and then rushed towards Lothar, his evil claws raised high in the air to tear apart the weak human in front of him.

Lothar's eyes narrowed, and he also ran quickly towards the black hand, and when the two were less than a few meters apart, Lothar suddenly fell to her knees and slid backwards.

And the sword of the Brotherhood in his hand was ruthlessly disemboweling all the way down the belly of the black hand, directly cutting the hips of the black hand upwards.

The black hand stopped abruptly, and he looked down at his wound with a look of disbelief.

Why is his little brother so cold?

Before the sharp pain could reach his mind, the scarlet greatsword stabbed through his back and pierced directly through the chest of the orc chieftain.

The black hand watched the blade with dark green blood appear in front of his eyes, let out a hissing sound, and then his eyes widened, and his body shook a few times, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, and after a slight twitch for a moment, he died.

The orcs fell silent, followed by a commotion and confusion, and the defensive formation was on the verge of total collapse.

Ogrim in the military formation looked at the corpse of the black hand, and his heart was also cold.

That's how the great chief of the tribe died!

This brainless fool killed himself like this, still in front of the two armies!

Orgrim looked at the tribe that had begun to produce chaos, and for a moment his thoughts raced.

This is a great opportunity ... A great opportunity to fulfill your ambitions and put your tribe on the right track to get rid of Gul'dan!

"Don't panic, calm down, Warriors of the Horde, regroup your formation!" Orgrim's roar sent the Horde soldiers back to their hearts.

The Blackstone clan of the Black Hand was the first to respond, after all, Orgrim also belonged to the Blackstone clan, and after seeing the largest clan obey, the rest of the small clans did the same.

"All the chiefs come to me, quickly, follow my command!"

The herald scout was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave a chest-beating salute and ran to deliver the Grand Chief's order.

The Horde quickly regained its position, and then began to retreat slowly and steadily, not wanting to continue the battle.

The siege of Eagle's Nest Mountain has failed, the Hinterland region cannot be captured, and Orgrim is different from the black hand, he is sensible, he can think, and he also has excellent military qualities.

When the judgment is constantly suffering, so ... Remove!