The Ashen Valley is a large forest with beautiful scenery, and it is also the residence of the forest demigod Senarius. The continuous drizzle with the natural fragrance wafted on Durotan's face, making him extremely comfortable.

Several forest sisters bounced to a short distance from Garrod and Durontan, curiously looking at the orcs, a race they had never seen before.

"Those are the Forest Sisters, also known as the Dryads, the daughters of the forest demigod Cenarius, who are frail in appearance, and whose poisonous spears have made many enemies suffer. Garrod smiled and introduced Durotan.

Durotan also looked curiously at these dryads that were somewhat similar to centaurs, but the centaurs were ugly, and these dryads were all extremely beautiful.

The group arrives at a large Night Elf house near the walls of Ashenvale. Many of the Night Elf's buildings have no windows and doors, so it can be said that they leak everywhere, and they are absolutely 100% close to nature.

The frostwolf orcs were busy handing over the supplies they had brought to the Night Elf soldiers, while Garrod and Durotan walked into the hall and sat down. A few elf girls walked in with food and wine, and gently placed them behind the children. . . Phew, on the table in front of the two of them. The rest of the frostwolf orcs who accompanied them would be received by others.

"Can you tell me about your world? Oh, Draenor right, very curious. Garrod and Durotan asked curiously, clinking their glasses.

Durotan smiled bitterly, "Our world... It's no different from Hell now, and if you're asking about the Draenor before it wasn't destroyed by Gul'dan's evil powers, I think I could tell you a lot. ”

"I'm listening. ”

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A burst of white steam erupted with a loud sound.

"Ahaha, you abominable orcs, how does the dwarven hammer taste?

Kudran, the Hammerlord of the Brute Hammer, raised his hammer again, and the belly of the orc warrior lying on the ground had turned into a mess of mud.

He glanced around the battlefield, three hundred steam-powered iron dwarfs held the steam-powered war hammers in their hands, and ran at high speed to launch a fierce charge towards the orcs, and when they were about to meet in hand, the iron dwarves jumped into the air, and then smashed the orc warriors in front of them with their war hammers.

To the horror of the Black Hand High Chief, the changes in these Brute Hammer Dwarves were not only the powerful armor that suddenly appeared, but also the blue Alliance banners behind them.

Saying so ... The group of dwarves also joined the alliance and received support, and the black hand clenched the huge claws fiercely, and there was mad hatred in his eyes.

The tribe is no longer going to provoke you!Why do you have to bite to the death!Those storm humans and long-eared elves have nothing else to do!

Then, what made the Black Hand Great Chief even more furious was that a human army slowly joined the battlefield, and the banners of the Stormwind Kingdom and the Alliance were extremely conspicuous. He also knew the human who took the lead, it was Lothar, the Grand Commander of the Stormwind Kingdom.

"Charge, charge, defeat the orcs, oh, and the trolls!" Lord Kudran became even more excited when he saw the reinforcements arrive. Commanding three hundred steam iron dwarves to start a new round of charge.

The trolls' melee combat ability was not as good as that of the orcs, and at this moment, they were beaten by this group of drugged iron dwarves, and the trolls' defense line suddenly collapsed. The fleeing trolls had a knock-on effect, charging the orcs into disarray.

The human legion seized the opportunity and also began to attack. Seeing that a complete rout was about to be carried out, the Black Hand Great Chieftain was about to be torn apart. He jerked forward, yelling at the human.

"Lothar, do you dare to duel with me, and the loser will be left !! life."

The roar of the black hand spread throughout the battlefield, and the two sides couldn't help but pause, and they all looked at Lothar's position.

Lothar let out a burst of laughter and replied to the Black Hand in the same loud voice. "Why don't you dare!"

The fighters on both sides stopped attacking and defending, and each stood in his existing position, looking at the open space directly ahead.

Lothar and Blackhand stepped out and stood on either side of the clearing looking at each other.

"I don't bully you either, I don't use Excalibur Quirzaram in this duel, I use spare weapons. Lothar said, thrusting Quelzaram back into the scabbard, and one of the guards walked up quickly, picked up Lothar's weapon and returned to the formation. Immediately, another guard held a two-handed sword with a red body and handed it to Lothar, this sword was called the Sword of the Brotherhood, and it was also an excellent weapon, but it was also overshadowed in front of the Excalibur Quelzaram.

The Black Hand laughed violently, "I don't need a weapon, my claws are weapons, and they will tear you apart!"

"Malagog, Malagog, Malagog!" resounded from the orc position, Malagok is the meaning of honor death match among orcs, no orc can refuse Malagog's challenge, both sides of the death match can wear armor and hold weapons, once it starts, it cannot be stopped, until one side dies or humiliates the defeat.

The two stared at each other in silence, and for a moment there was only the cheers of the orcs and the sound of human soldiers banging on their shields.

The Black Hand ran towards Lothar with a loud roar, his claws raised high, ready to tear apart the human in front of him.

Lothar's eyes narrowed, and he ran towards the black hand as fast as he could, and when the two were less than a few meters apart, Lothar suddenly fell to his knees on both legs, and slid backwards and slid over, the sword of the Brotherhood in his hand slashed through the black hand's stomach all the way to the belly, cutting the black hand's hips up a little higher.

The black hand stopped, and he looked down at his wound, a little incredulous. Before the pain could come, a red greatsword pierced his chest, and the black hand saw the blade with its own green blood appear in front of his eyes. Then his eyes widened, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and after a slight twitch, he died.

The orcs fell silent, followed by a commotion, and Ogrim looked at the corpse of the Black Hand, and his heart was cold.

Dead! The Great Chief of the Tribe is dead! This fool killed himself like this! Ogrim looked at the tribe that began to be chaotic, and his thoughts raced.

"Don't panic, Warriors of the Horde!Regroup Formation!" Orgrim's roar sent the Horde back to its backbone.

"Herald, all the chiefs come to me! obey my command!"

The herald scout was stunned for a moment, then quickly saluted and ran to herald.

At this time, the alliance also began an all-out offensive.