When Edward and Lothar came out of the teleportation array, they were in an endless green color - Edward, who was using the teleportation array for the first time, did not choose a good position, being at the rear of the orc army. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Across the green sea of orcs, the two saw a huge dark door, and at this time, the other end of the source of this catastrophe was no longer connected to the red world of Draenor, but to Stormwind City.

Compared with the orc army, the extremely small number of Azeroth Kingdom troops formed a blue wall around the Dark Gate, protecting the previously captured Kingdom captives, entering the Dark Gate and escaping towards Stormwind City.

"No, Lane, no!" Lothar suddenly roared, desperately wielding his sword and charging at the orc army.

Edward looked intently, and sadly found that above the orc army, the orcs were constantly holding up a figure he was familiar with, the corpse of Lane, the king of the kingdom of Azeroth, which was flaunted like a trophy by these invaders, constantly destroying the morale of the soldiers of the kingdom of Azeroth.

Edward was furious, but forced himself to calm down.

The kingdom is in full swing, and in the face of an army of orcs that are several times larger, the only thing he can do is to protect the supreme commander of the kingdom to reach the dark gate, boost our morale, and let the participating armies retreat smoothly.

Edward quickly followed Lothar with the star in hand, protecting the unreasonable commander as he made his way through the orc army.

"Calm down!Sir, the king is dead, all you have to do now is to snatch the body of the king and keep the army that participated!" Edward struck a crusade, cutting all the orcs around him in half, and holding Lothar who rushed forward despite his injuries.

Lothar gasped, wiped a handful of tears from her face, and nodded slightly.

"Edward, I need you to attract the attention of the orc army and let the soldiers over there know of our existence!" Lothar said solemnly, "Doing so will put the two of us in extreme danger, but it will boost the morale of the king!"

"We're here to help, Sir. Without hesitation, Edward raised the star and poured the power of the Holy Light into the greatsword.

"O people of Azeroth, cast out fears, fight the invaders to the end, for justice, for Azeroth!"

A dazzling light erupted from the rear of the orc army with a loud roar, forming a pattern of a lion of Azeroth in the air, and the sound of encouragement gave hope to the participating Kingdom soldiers once again.

"It's the Instructor and Sir Lothar!" "After the king's death, it was the young Boval and Wendsol who maintained the king's morale, leading the Demon Hunter Paladins, Delaney Paladins, the Dwarven Muskets, the High Elf Ranger and Mages, and the remnants of the Human Kingdom Army in front of the Dark Gate, forming the last line of defense.

The Dwarven Ambassador Muradine and the High Elf Ambassador Aurelia did not intend to trap their team here, and were preparing to retreat. But when the two of them saw the holy light bursting out from the rear of the orc army, they were moved by the courage of these two people and decided to take the risk of staying!

"Sir Lothar is back!soldiers!let us charge and welcome back our commander!" Bowall, as a nobleman, set an example as he ought to have done at this time. He was the first to raise his greatsword and roared as he charged at the orc army, "For justice! For Azeroth!"

Windsor and the other demon hunter paladins followed, fearlessly chanting slogans of justice, bathed in holy light and charging at the orc army.

The remaining Stormwind soldiers were also demoralized.

The sacred torrent of steel staggered the soldiers of the orc army and brought the war to a stalemate again.

The commander of the orc army, the Black Hand, did not think that humans would be able to turn the tables, and although the Dark Gate was only open for a while before returning from Draenor to Stormwind, the number of orcs was enough to destroy the entire kingdom of Azeroth!

When the Black Hand saw the familiar light behind him, his anger surged up again.

The black hand was no longer the one that had been severed by the musket, his body was covered in a disgusting shade of green, and his broken hand had been replaced by a giant claw - he had clearly been corrupted by evil powers.

"Grab those two humans!" the Black Hand turned, ignoring the human attack on the other side of the Dark Gate, and scurried in the direction of Edward and Lothar.

The furious power in the black hand reminded him of the humiliation Edward had given him at the orc military conference. It was because of that time that Makgora greatly reduced his prestige among the tribe, and almost made him lose the throne of the Great Chief.

Now, he's not what he used to be, and he's going to give this damned human a taste of the power of evil!

In the rear of the orc army, Edward and Lothar advanced very quickly. Blessed by the King's Blessing and the aura of the Paladin, Lothar and Edward constantly wielded their weapons carrying the power of the Holy Light, constantly slashing the besieging orcs. Until a few unusually strong orcs blocked the path of the two.

The four chiefs, Orgrim, Grom, Kargas, and Kilrog, blocked the two and surrounded them in the middle.

"Slayer, you shouldn't come back, Durotan is dead, the Frostwolf Clan has been banished, and you can't get any help from us orcs. Orgrim stared warily at Edward Road.

"Hand over Your Majesty's corpse and let the warriors return to their native land!" Edward said, holding the enraged Lothar to Orgrim and Grom.

The two chiefs were surprisingly silent, Edward's words hitting their soft underbelly.

Orcs respect the strong, even in war. The sanctity of Makgora made them care very much about Edward's status as the winner, and according to orc tradition, even the corpse of an enemy warrior should not be hung on the battlefield like a trophy.

"What are you doing? this is a battlefield, not a gladiatorial arena for Makgora!" said Kagas, the chief of the Broken Hand Clan, who was clearly a little unconfident, and although he and Kilrog were supporters of the Black Hand Gul'dan, their hearts were full of conflicts.

They want to win the war and survive the land, and they also want to maintain the glory of the orcs, but under the leadership of Gul'dan and the Black Hand, it is impossible to exist at the same time.

"Are you doubting the glory of the orcs?" Grom glared at Kargas and Kilrog with disdain, "Edward the Orc Slayer may be an enemy, but he is a warrior we recognize, and he deserves a fair Makgora to give him a chance to bring back the corpse of their king." ”

"Chief Grom is right. Orgrim chimed in, "Letting these two go may be beneficial to the human side, but in front of our orc army, they are destined to be conquered." ”

"Besides, when did we orcs start to fear the two humans, or did the two chiefs think they weren't the buttresses of the Slayer?"

"Watch your tone!Ogrim, you're just a deputy chief now!" Calgas roared.

"I will become the true chief of the Black Hand Clan!" Orgrim had already figured it out, he couldn't watch Gul'dan and the Black Hand lead the orc tribe into the abyss of killing and evil, "I will challenge the Black Hand after this war!

"In the name of the Hammer of Doom!" Ogrim swore as he raised his hammer.

"Very well, I will wait for your challenge, I didn't expect you to be the same as that traitor Durotan, I thought you were wrong. At this time, the Black Hand came out in front of Edward and Lothar, "Human, I have to say, you have done a good job, you have not only made me lose my prestige among the tribe, but now you have also given those remnants of human soldiers a respite. ”

"Are you doing this the Great Chief? Grom looked at the black hand with disdain, "As a big chief, you should be on the front line at this time, not like an enraged coward, who came here to find lost courage." ”

"Shut up, Grom, I'll show you my courage!" the Black Hand tossed his weapon and squeezed his demonic hand, "Come on, Orc Edward the Slayer, let me reclaim my prestige and courage from you." ”

"As you wish, your men will be defeated!" Edward laughed, handing the star to Lothar, and standing in front of the black hand in a battle stance.