Bang!

Another crushing blow, with such force that Uther once again flew backwards to the other side like a cannonball.

At this time, Uther was already dying, and he was still spitting blood in his mouth. His armor was crumbling from the Hammer of Doom, and the blood stained his silver-white armor bright red.

Uther collapsed under a tree, looking at Orgrim Doomhammer walking towards him, the paladin, whose mental power had dried up, seemed to have no room to fight back, but quietly waited for death to come.

"No!

Looking at the orc Great Chief who was getting closer and closer to Uther, Farrar roared in tears. After witnessing the death of one of the continent's greatest warriors, he didn't want to see a second such tragedy happen again.

Farrar rushed towards Orgrim Hammer of Doom. Even though he knew that he would die because of it, he still rushed forward desperately.

But the reality is often more brutal than imagined...

Swing the hammer, fall...

The seemingly random blow of the Hammer of Doom swept up the wind, causing the charging Farrar to fly upside down and fall heavily to the ground. As a high-ranking knight, Farrar never even touched any of the pendants on the orc chieftain.

Alsace suffered the same situation...

As Farrar struggled to fight it, Arthas was equally reluctant to charge at Orgrim Doomhammer. But as a prince, how could his strength be comparable to that of the battle-hardened Falar?

Although he was also a high-ranking knight, Farral, who had been fighting for many years, was much more experienced in combat than Alsace.

Orgrim Doomhammer has no interest in even taking a look at the humble Alsace. His hammer swing was even lighter than before, but it was enough to make it difficult for Arthas, who was badly wounded.

The result is not hard to imagine!

Arthas also flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground. The moment he hit the ground, the prince even felt that the bones in his body were about to fall apart. But Arthas didn't want to give up, and he struggled to get up.

Unwillingness, humiliation was deeply imprinted in Alsace's heart.

This was the first time he had led an army into battle, and it was also the first time he had faced such a formidable opponent, so how could the proud Prince Lordaeron give up so easily?

After charging again and again, only to be knocked to the ground again and again, Arthas's consciousness has gradually blurred. But he still stumbled to his feet. He stooped down and picked up the hammer that had fallen to the ground, and sprinted with great difficulty towards Orgrim Doomhammer.

Looking at Arthas, who was still breathing in front of him, but with a fighting will as tenacious as a cockroach, Orgrim Doomhammer finally got impatient.

He didn't want to spend time with this little warrior......

"Fatal blow!"

The orc chief turned around and swung his hammer sideways.

The Hammer of Doom sliced through the air violently, and it came into close contact with Arthas's heavy armor cleanly. Under the furious fury attached to the Hammer of Doom, his armor was shattered.

"Bang!"

While Arthas was still on his feet, Orgrim Doomhammer delivered another furious blow. Directly shook the poor Prince Lordaeron out of the air, stumbling under a tree trunk.

"Hmph, pathetic and small human beings, simply vulnerable!"

Orgrim Doomhammer let out a snort of contempt from his nose. After glancing at the bloody Arthas, he ignored it. Instead, he picked up the Hammer of Doom and prepared to go over to deal with the paladin.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a rapid sound of breaking the air sounded. Immediately afterward, several pieces of rubble whistled towards Orgrim Doomhammer with long green tail flames.

"It's the stupid trick of those clowns again!"

After hearing the movement, Orgrim Doomhammer did not panic in the slightest. He freed his right hand, ready to crush these childish spells as he had done just now.

But this time it wasn't as Orgrim Doomhammer had expected. As his right hand came into contact with the pieces of rubble wrapped in green flames, a swift and intense burning sensation spread through his palm through Orgrim's body, causing him to frown.

"Tear!"

The pain was so intense that he quickly withdrew his right hand. When he looked closer, he found that the palm of his right hand had been pierced by these seemingly ordinary pieces of rubble, and under the scorching flames, his palm was smoking.

"Damn!Who is it?!"

Orgrim Doomhammer clutched his right hand, his eyes glaring, and looked up in the direction where the rubble was flying......

How is he?

A thin figure fell into Orgrim Doomhammer's eyes, causing the orc chief to look a little confused. Even though he was a human warlock, how could the spells he cast with his humble strength cause so much damage to himself?

Orgrim Doomhammer was puzzled......

Could it be that the opponent broke through in this short period of time?

This is the most likely explanation at the moment. But it is logically the most unlikely explanation.

Even in his hometown of Draenor, a world that is pregnant with all kinds of strong people, it is rare for him to break through in a short period of time. What's more, the opponent's strength is already good, and it is difficult to break through in a short period of time.

Unless......

Orgrim Doomhammer frowned and thought of another explanation......

Unless it's with the help of some powerful artifact!

Yes, it must be so!

Orgrim Doomhammer once again affirmed his judgment inwardly. He even felt the human warlock's eyes change, becoming more resolute and deeper than before!

It has to be said that Orgrim Doomhammer, as the wisest leader of the orc tribe, has a unique way of thinking. In this brief moment, he had already guessed Xue Huan's breakthrough......