Lothar deflected the blade hard, and finally managed to pull the hammer aside. He seized the opportunity to quickly lean in, and before Orgrim could react, he struck the orc chief in the face with the blade of his sword, causing his opponent to faint in an instant. However, before being hit, Orgrim also struck Lothar in the neck with a loud wave of his free hand.

As Lothar staggered from the force of the impact, Orgrim regained his composure.

Lothar shook her head, forcing herself to regain focus. After being hit by Orgrim's hammer, his head was groggy and he couldn't see. If it weren't for the protective armor around his neck that kept him at bay from this attack, his head would have been shattered by the powerful hammer slam of his opponent.

He felt he had overestimated the orc leader, but after the first encounter, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent......

Khadgar was not far behind Lothar. After setting fire to an orc warrior with a fireball, he walked past the fallen foe and saw Lothar fighting a tall orc. The orc was much taller than Lothar, taller and stronger than even the average orc warrior.

Under the powerful aura of the two of them, everyone nearby, whether it was an alliance soldier or an orc warrior, did not dare to approach a single bit.

A strange scene suddenly formed on the battlefield...

The surrounding area was densely packed with humans and orcs in a bloody melee, but there was no human figure around them, forming an empty area.

With a loud shout, they swung their hammers and swords as they approached again. Lothar held the Lion's Blade aloft in both hands and struck Orgrim's full force with difficulty. He was so shocked by the force of the impact that he bent down and almost fell to his knees.

"Uh..."

Lothar snorted with a little difficulty......

After a long battle, his physical strength was almost exhausted. If he had been another high-ranking knight, he would have died under Orgrim's hammer, but he has persevered until now with his fighting skills and vengeful perseverance.

On the other hand, Orgrim Doomhammer became more and more courageous, and the blood-colored light in his eyes did not decrease but increased.

Drink!

With a loud cry, Orgrim retracted his strength, then picked up the sledgehammer once more and slammed it down on Lothar. The blow unleashed all the strength of the Great Chief, and the giant hammer in his hand shone with an orange glow that symbolized the amount of power.

He's clearly determined to win...

Looking at the oncoming hammer of destruction, Lothar gritted her teeth and raised the blade of the mad lion in her hand, trying to resist the ferocious blow.

Boom!

Another earth-shattering clash of weapons resounded through the valley, and Lothar only felt a burst of brilliant sparks explode in front of him......

The Blade of the Wild Lion in his hand completely withstood this devastating blow, and was immediately shattered by this powerful impact!

What the!?

Lothar's pupils dilated, and she looked at everything in disbelief......

He gasped when this legendary giant sword, which was regarded as an artifact by the people of the continent, turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

Then, Orgrim's attack continued unstoppably in an arc of his fall, hitting Lothar's helmet before he could react, and erupted with a crushing crash.

The Lion of Azeroth shook his body and reflexively swung the broken sword in his hand forward. Before he could fall to the ground, the broken sword of the Lion Blade sliced through the plate armor on Orgrim's chest and stabbed it hard.

The warriors on both sides stopped fighting, and the surroundings became unusually silent due to this sudden scene......

The Alliance soldiers watched as their commander fell to the ground, his body twitching before he lost his life entirely. Nothing could stop the blood from gushing out like a spring from beneath his shattered helmet.

Orgrim tightened his grip on the weapon, and the blood that belonged to Lothar was still dripping down the hammer.

He took half a step forward with unsteady steps, raised a hand to cover the wound on his chest, blood pouring from between his fingers. However, Orgrim Doomhammer, the current chief of the orc tribe, still stands tall and large. He took a deep breath and raised the Hammer of Destruction, a symbol of tribal glory, above his head......

"I, Orgrim Hammer of Doom, have won this victory!" the Orc Great Chief announced in a high-pitched voice.

Although he was a little unsteady on his feet and spat blood, he was still the winner of the duel!

"We are noble orcs, and all enemies will eventually surrender!"

The roar of Orgrim Doomhammer echoed around the valley......

Drink!

Then, the orc warriors around him also followed the Great Chieftain and erupted into a tsunami-like roar. For a time, the low morale of the tribe was also boosted by this short-lived victory!