All things, with the help of my power!

Thrall closed his eyes and communicated with the knights' horses, and after a while, the whole battlefield fell into chaos, most of the war horses were cooperating with Thrall, jumping up and down, or running in circles, the knights above and the infantry on the side desperately tried to hold the war horses, taking this opportunity The orc army rushed in and started a melee with them.

Thrall closed his eyes again, touched the earth, and asked the earth for help, and the earth responded to Thrall again, and there were violent noises and screams on the battlefield, Thrall did not open his eyes, it was already night, and he couldn't see the battlefield clearly with his eyesight, so it was better to continue to concentrate on asking for help from other elements.

Thrall couldn't see the ground clearly, but Onexia, who was flying in the sky, could see clearly, there were one pit after another on the ground, and the soldiers and war horses who still had combat power on the opposite side were trapped, and the soldiers who couldn't move became targets, and under the light of the thunder and lightning spells that Sal kept releasing were harvested, they were easily harvested.

"Thrall is doing well!" Richard stood on Onexia's shoulder and watched the battle below, looking for Orgrim Doomhammer.

"Found it!" Fina with night vision binoculars found Orgrim first, the Great Chief of the tribe was wearing a team to fend off reinforcements at the edge of the woods, it may be inaccurate to say that it was resisting, the Great Chief was very brave, and the enemy in front of him barely lasted for three rounds.

"Valeera. ”

In the back, Valiera put on a gas mask and a black cloak and disappeared directly onto Onexia's back.

"Don't panic, hold on to your formation!" On the ground, a knight in Blackmore armor roared loudly, his voice was loud and trembling, he was the leader of this Blackmore cavalry, named Langton, his trembling came from his fear.

In fact, this is also understandable, Langton is still the first time to go to the battlefield, the last time the war between orcs and humans happened, he was still a big baby, so he did not personally participate in such a war, this time he came here because of Blackmore's rhetoric, Blackmore is his idol in life. He believed Blackmore's words.

Blackmore described such a war as a game of hunting stupid roe deer in the forest around Donhold, and said nothing about the screams and moans that were now hitting his eardrums, the feces, urine, blood, and the smell of the orcs, and every moment he could see the images of others taking the lives of others everywhere around him. It was inconceivable for a man like him, who was only suitable for bathing and drinking, and who was admired by thousands of hungry and thirsty ladies, that he should not be in such a war at all, and that it was not at all a pleasant leisure activity.

But he can't escape now, there are people all around, they are all blocking the war horse under his crotch, and Langton doesn't trust the war horse under his crotch, he doesn't understand why the tamed war horse suddenly abandoned their master in the battle just now, and he doesn't know what kind of magic caused pits to appear on the ground one after another, and he doesn't know why those white wolves and green-skinned orcs cooperate tacitly. As a commander, he was just too bad.

Even he himself couldn't grasp who to attack. It was too dark for him to see clearly, and he could only swing his sword blindly, shouting and crying as he attacked wildly. But most of the time his attacks just split the air. Fear completely enveloped him, leaving him completely inactive.

However, even if he didn't do anything, his goal was very obvious, and with the help of the light of the thunderbolt, it was easy to spot this rider in different armor, and Thrall immediately set his eyes on this guy with the Blackmore family logo.

"Ahh

Looking at the knight who fainted on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, and directly carried him on his shoulder, Dunhold is rich, very rich, this guy can wear such armor, he must not be a small person, although Thrall wants to kill this Dunhold knight very much, but it is also a very good choice to exchange some ransom for his orc compatriots and exchange some resources, anyway, Dunhold will fight sooner or later, and he will just die a few days later.

Suddenly, Sal felt a very familiar feeling, but Sal didn't think much of it, he was surrounded by familiar warriors.

On the other side of the woods, as the battle between Orgrim and the reinforcements drew to a close, Orgrim rested against the tree, watching his brothers destroy the stupid humans, and Ogrim looked over to Thrall and grinned when he saw Thrall punching the knight down.

"That's good, there's hope for the future of the orcs. Hmm, who is it?"

Ogrim's eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly jumped away from the big tree behind him, and in an instant, Valeera's dagger pierced Ogrim's body.

"Who are you!" Ogrim looked at the black cloak in front of him, and he also wore a strange mask on his face, and he couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"The one who killed you. Valera replied in orc language in a different voice, the assassination failure just now was also expected, at the moment of the attack, the figure of the lurker would be exposed, it depends on whether the assassin reacted quickly, after all, Orgrim is the best warrior in the world, and it is expected that he can dodge, and the original plan was not to rely on simple assassination.

Valeera's index and middle fingers pinched a glass ball, which was still a little conspicuous on the flickering battlefield, and without saying a word, Valeera threw it directly, and Orgrim did not hesitate to smash the glass bead with a hammer.

"Hmph! You want to use a secret weapon? It's so naïve! You don't dare to see people while wearing a mask? Sure enough, it's all the acts of despicable assassins! You humans will always be so dirty! Die ......."

Before he could utter a cry of rage, Orgrim suddenly felt so weak that he didn't even have the strength to hold the hammer in his hand. Valeera took a step forward and stuck directly in front of Orgrim, her right hand touched the location of Orgrim's heart through the armor, and the killer followed, Valeera twisted hard, and the dagger circled around Orgrim's chest, and the weather-beaten armor failed to block the deadly attack this time. Ogrim's eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening in front of him, but no matter how much he didn't believe it, it had already happened, and Orgrim couldn't stop his blood from flowing out of his armor.