While Orgrim Doomhammer's attention was drawn to Xue Huan and the others, Khadgar, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had been silently waiting for an opportunity. When he saw the green flame that represented the demon appear, all his doubts in the past suddenly disappeared.

"That guy is really a necromancer. ”

Although this was expected by him. But when the demonic spell bloomed before his eyes, he was still taken aback.

He wasn't there when the High Mages were in Dalaran to suppress Kel'thugad, so Khadgar always regretted that he hadn't witnessed the legendary magic with his own eyes.

Today, he finally got his wish, but at such a critical juncture......

He really couldn't figure out why this necromancer would help the Alliance, shouldn't they all be arrogant and alone, with the purpose of killing ordinary civilians to refine their souls and practice spiritual weapons and dark magic?

But none of these concerns are important in the face of this brutal war. Now the Horde is engaged in the final battle of the trapped beasts, and their only strong shield is Orgrim Hammer of Doom in front of them. As long as the alliance works together to kill him, the remaining morale of the orc tribe will be devastated.

Whatever the reason, if you can have a powerful necromancer to fight, then

But...

Looking at the orc Great Chieftain who was getting closer and closer to Tirio Ferdin, Khadgar was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. His mental power had long been depleted after using the mana shield, and he couldn't even release a small fireball at this time.

At that moment, a figure swept past Khadgar's eyes and struck swiftly towards Orgrim Doomhammer. Khadgar fixed his eyes, who is it if not Alsace?

At this time, Arthas held the Holy Hammer in his hand, his long hair was scattered, the armor on his body was full of cracks, and a stream of blood was flowing from the strong impact on his forehead. He didn't ride a horse, and just like that, he scurried towards Orgrim Doomhammer.

This was the first time Arthas had dealt with such a powerful orc leader, and the haughty prince was clearly not willing to be defeated like this.

"Holy Shock!"

At the age of 16, Arthas had already achieved the certification of a High Knight, which meant that he already had his first skills.

Divine Shock, a damage spell formed by the power of the Holy Light, may not do much damage to the enemy, but it can cause the opponent to lose consciousness for a short period of time, thus gaining an advantage.

The mighty Orgrim Hammer of Doom was obviously not much prepared, and he was directly stunned by Arthas's sudden spell of holy light. It was short-lived, but it was enough for Alsace to do a lot.

Arthas slammed down with his hammer in high air, aiming at Orgrim's fragile head in an attempt to deliver the fatal blow before his enemies could react.

However, he clearly underestimated his opponent's strength, and Orgrim Doomhammer recovered quickly after a brief loss of consciousness. After all, the effect of a spell can be infinitely narrowed when the gap between the caster and the target level is too large, and the power gap between the high-ranking knight and the demigod is enough for the tribal chief to ignore the spell.

Orgrim Doomhammer pretended to be dizzy in order to paralyze Arthas, and the simple prince fell for it as he expected.

When Arthas slammed the hammer down on Orgrim, he stopped pretending to be a head-on collision. The massive hammer face of the Hammer of Doom hit Arthas's breastplate directly before he could react, and the force was so strong that the prince vomited blood and flew backwards.

The power of the demigods is on full display by Orgrim Doomhammer. If an ordinary mid-level knight had taken Orgrim's blow, he would have been killed on the spot.

However, Arthas received the guidance of the paladin Uther from an early age, and obtained the qualification of a high-ranking knight at the coming-of-age ceremony. Plus for an entire year, Alsace was training brutally at the Nord Striker Fortress.

So at this time, his body has been strengthened like never before.

But even so, the silver-white armor on Arthas's chest was smashed into a large hole. His armor is made of Lordaeron's rare metal, and is unmatchedly strong. Even the Blade of the Wild Lion, known as an artifact, could only leave a mark on this piece of armor.

And Orgrim Doomhammer smashed this armor to pieces with just one blow, and the power of its attack can be seen.

Although Arthas's plan to kill Orgrim Doomhammer fell through (and it was impossible to do so with his current strength), it also delayed a lot of time for Xue Huan, Uther and others.

Uther is known as "the top paladin on the continent", and naturally has his strength and experience. After a brief period of fainting, he also woke up leisurely. The frail paladin stood up tremblingly, holding on to a tree trunk next to him.

This is a battlefield, and it is also a war that will determine the fate of Lordaeron and even the whole of Azeroth, how can I give up easily!

This is his only belief at the moment.

"Vengeful Fury!"

Once again, Uther used his killer weapon. For him who lacks mental strength at this time, this behavior is tantamount to burning his own life. But at such a critical juncture, he couldn't care about so much. His life was dedicated to Lordaeron,

Dazzling light erupted around the paladin, and a warm holy light sprinkled across the battlefield, arousing the fighting spirit of countless Alliance soldiers. Although they can't intervene in the battle of the heroes, they can still clear the remnants of the orc soldiers.

Before you know it, as Orgrim Doomhammer battles the Alliance heroes, the number of orc soldiers under his command has been reduced from 1,000 to less than 200, and the Alliance warriors are gradually shrinking the encirclement.

Looking at the vast number of stubborn human soldiers around them, the psychological defense line of the orc warriors completely collapsed. If it weren't for the fact that their Great Chief was still fighting alone, I'm afraid most of the orcs would have chosen to abandon and surrender.

Under the light of the Holy Light, Falar, Tirio Fordin, Xue Huan and the others gradually woke up, and they felt that every muscle in their bodies seemed to be reborn. Even Arthas, who was badly injured and dying, was given a respite.

But this gentle and harmless light was deadly to the orc warriors, who held their heads and wailed, crying as if their souls had been drained.

The warm light also shone on Orgrim Doomhammer, but it could not do any substantial damage to him, but the fate of the orc tribe's defeat seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

The painful groans of the surrounding people mingled with Orgrim Doomhammer's ears.

He was unwilling to fail like this, and the arrogant and unyielding soul of the orcs seemed to be torn to pieces at this moment...

"Ahh

Orgrim Doomhammer fell to his knees, groaning in pain. The crimson skin on his body was even more eerie, and the bones on his body made a crackling sound.

"Watch out, Ser Uther! that guy is ready to fight on his back!" Khadgar's roar was clear, causing Uther to frown as he was still casting spells.

Orgrim's eyes were full of murderous aura, and the terrifying coercion made everyone present feel the pressure.

Then, Orgrim Doomhammer moved, and his target was Uther, who channeled the spell. This time he was even faster, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

Looking at Orgrim Doom, who was getting closer and closer to him, Uther had to stop channeling the Vengeful Fury, and instead drew the hammer on his back and confronted Orgrim head-to-head.

"Silly human, meet my wrath!" Orgrim Hammer roared angrily, his eyes shining with bloodthirsty light. At the same time, with his great strength, he kept wielding the war hammer in his hand, frantically suppressing Uther.

Although Uther once again unleashed the "Holy Shield" to withstand the first damage, the paladin was a little overwhelmed by the stormy onslaught of Orgrim Doomhammer. He struggled to fend off his opponent's swings, and the force was so great that he couldn't control his movements.

But how long can this passive defense last?

Under the bloodthirsty onslaught of Orgrim Doomhammer, Uther's shield skills were finally shattered. Having lost his protection, Uther's back hit the trunk of the tree directly, and this time the paladin felt his body make a crunching sound, it was the bones wailing, it was the body screaming!

The next moment...

"Bang!"

It was another powerful swing.

This time, Uther was unable to resist with his weapon, and the ferocious Hammer of Doom struck him directly in the shoulder. The paladin only felt that his eyes were black, and his entire body was directly carried out by the strong force, and his head hit the trunk of another tree.

"No!"

Looking at Uther, whose face was covered in blood and groaned on the ground not far away, Arthas let out a cry of sorrow! He clenched his hands into fists, and at this moment, he felt his own insignificance. In the face of Orgrim Doomhammer, his strength is as weak as a child's!

And there is another person who feels the same way as him...

This person is Xue Huan!

Before he met Orgrim Doomhammer, every battle he had ever fought had been extremely difficult. But with the evil spells of the Demon Heart, he was able to defeat powerful enemies every time.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, it was still the heart of the devil that brought him all this...

Evil spells are meant to be beyond the continent of Azeroth. But what if one day, he loses that advantage, as he does now, when the evil spell can no longer deal substantial damage to the enemy?

He didn't dare to imagine...

Moreover, the power he holds now comes from others. But in this world of the jungle, no one will help you unconditionally. Although the Demon Heart brought him great strength, it also sold his greatest weakness to the Demon!

"So master, do you want to gain real power?"

The voice that had been lost for a long time sounded faintly in Xue Huan's heart!