Blackstone Mountains, Blackstone Towers.

"For the Horde!" a burly orc warrior roared to the sky and rushed quickly, brandishing his two-handed axe and slashing it in half, splitting a heavily armed human shield soldier with a human shield.

Before the orc could catch his breath, a long sword stabbed from the back pierced his heart.

"For the Alliance!" the human tower shield warrior drew his long sword, flexibly turned around and stood up for the shield, blocking a javelin flying not far away, roaring to lift his spirits, staring at the trolls from far and near, and fighting together without fear of death.

Such tragic battle scenes are staged in the Blackstone Tower all the time.

Since the battle to defend the capital of King Lordaeron a few years ago, most of the more than 100,000 orc troops have been killed and wounded, and tens of thousands have been captured and reduced to slavery, and the orc tribes that have invaded the world of Azeroth have switched from all-out offensive to defensive.

The human civilization of the world of Azeroth has finally been preserved.

After a few months of respite, the Eastern Continent Human Kingdom Alliance, led by Supreme Commander Anduin Lothar, crossed half of the Eastern Continent to the foot of the Blackstone Mountain between the Scorching Canyon and the Burning Plains, and launched an attack on the Blackstone Tower.

The Blackstone Tower is the Orc's strongest fortress and home to their base camp.

After a full month of fierce battle with 80,000 human alliances, the defense of the Blackstone Tower collapsed, and the current melee in full swing was the scene of the final battle between the 30,000 orcs who were cornered and the 50,000 human alliance troops who attacked the fortress.

The lower floor of the Black Stone Tower, the upper floor of the Black Stone Tower, the central passage of the Black Stone Tower, and the road through the mountain of the Black Stone Tower

In all the fortified areas, human soldiers and orcs are like crazy. It's just a simple defense, desperately attacking all enemies, and many people are killed and injured every second.

Because of the terrain, the humans and orcs who were fighting together were divided into large and small war groups.

At the hottest moment of the battle, at the central passage of the Black Stone Tower, a large group of orcs with the largest number and elite belligerent were fighting with humans who had reached several times their number and whose morale and strength were no less than theirs.

Compared to other places, it is a battle that can kill you almost instantly. It's much more exciting here.

Weapons and weapons strike each other. Or the collision between weapons, armor, and shields, bringing out pieces of sparks that continue to shine, and every warrior who participates in the battle, whether orc or human. can hold on for a long time before falling.

But because of the disparity in numbers. Orcs attrition is significantly faster than humans.

But the orcs who are besieged. But with the courage of an enemy, if you want to kill an orc elite, you need to pay the price of at least six or seven human soldiers. It makes the humans besieging the orcs a little chilly.

Among these stubborn orcs, the most striking one must be the great chieftain of the tribe.

Scold!

After slashing a human officer in two, Orgrim Hammer of Doom, who was sweating like blood, raised his head to the sky and let out a roar: "Unseeded human cowards, don't you have the courage to come and duel me one-on-one?!"

This is already the twenty-seventh time that the Great Chief of the Tribe has roared like this.

The human soldiers who had initially besieged him ignored it with great contempt, and rushed up to kill the enemy's supreme commander with their swords, treating the so-called "duel" in his mouth as a complete joke.

But under attack after attack, Orgrim - the hammer of destruction is as steady as a mountain.

At this point in the battle, with the help of the Great Chieftain and an orc, he had already killed hundreds of elite human warriors, and now hearing Orgrim - Hammer of Doom roar again, the human soldiers retreated a long way back in fear.

On the contrary, the few hundred orcs left were demoralized and rushed to kill.

In less than five minutes, the encirclement that was originally enough to wipe out this group of orcs gradually showed a tendency to collapse, and some high-ranking generals of the human army tried their best to maintain the formation, but they couldn't achieve what they wanted.

"Warriors, get out!" Orgrim, the hammer of destruction, shouted again.

The human army formation, which was already a little unstable, finally reached its limit, and the human soldiers in the southwest gave way to leave when they were defeated and retreated.

Seeing the way out, the orcs were even more imposing, rushing towards the breach.

In a desperate situation, the periphery of the human army formation suddenly rushed into a brightly armored general, and shouted a challenge: "Ignorant orcs, I, Anduin Lothar, accept your challenge!"

This bald human, with thick eyebrows, and a sword that is a head taller than himself, is the supreme commander of the coalition forces.

Hearing Anduin Lothar's words, Orgrim Doomhammer, who had already rushed to the breach, only hesitated for a moment before turning around, and with a pair of eyes that released fierce light, he looked at him fixedly: "Commander of the human alliance, you are qualified to die in my duel!"

"You'll be the one who dies!" Anduin Lothar said proudly, straightening up, "Heroic orc warrior!"

Then the two of them let out a roar at the same time, quickly approached and began to fight.

The two leaders fought together, and within ten meters of the vicinity, no one could intervene in the battle, and the orcs who wanted to flee gave up their intention to leave, and turned around to kill the nearest human outlaw.

But there are exceptions.

Just when hundreds of orcs entered the human army formation, in the center of the original breakthrough position, there was a burly orc with a hideous face, standing motionless in place, in a daze.

The sounds of fighting around him did not wake him up at all.

"I" stammered out a few words, the orc turned his head around in a trance, glanced at the fiery battle line, looked down at his body and limbs, and said with some uncertainty: "Am I an orc?"

A human soldier, spotting the orc, rushed from the side.

Almost reflexively, the orc naturally raised his hand and slapped it, and slapped it from a distance of seven or eight meters, but only brought out a small wisp of breeze, throwing out a few drops of blood mixed with sweat on his hands, and there was no threat at all.

The human warriors who rushed to kill thought that this orc had gone crazy.

"Kill!" the human soldier roared, picked up the long sword in his hand and stabbed it, but at the moment when he was about to stab into the orc's chest, his body suddenly stopped in place, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.

The left chest, which should have been protected by armor, was pierced by the arm of the orc in front of him.

The fear of disbelief, as well as the powerlessness of a broken heart, made the human soldier's legs weak, and the whole person hung on the orc, unwilling to swallow his last breath, and asked unwillingly: "Why is it possible?"

Syllable!

The orc's other hand blew up the human soldier's head with a flick of his hand, the confusion in his eyes gradually faded, and the color of cruelty and cruelty slowly emerged, and he whispered, "How did I become an orc?"

After looking around for a moment again, the orc wondered, "Or in the Blackstone Tower?"

In the stunned spirit of this orc, the orc warriors who were fighting with the human soldiers were divided by several times the number of human soldiers, and they were quickly killed, freeing up a section of defense, causing more than a dozen human soldiers to rush over.

Seeing their compatriots killed by the chest-piercing at the feet of the orcs, the human soldiers immediately became furious.

"Kill this filthy orc!" the human officer in the round helmet roared and pounced first, followed by human soldiers, like hungry wolves, wielding weapons in their faces and killing with fierce lights.

The orc, who bore the brunt of the attack, once again slapped a palm and hit the enemy from a distance of more than ten meters.

"No, I can't feel the true qi at all!" The orc's face showed irritation, and he raised his eyes to glance at the human who rushed in front of him, and turned his body to the side, letting go of the sword that was slashed against his chest, and the lightning palm was imprinted on the human officer's body.

Bang!

The sturdy armor instantly dented, and even the human officer with more than 300 catties of armor flew out like a kite with a broken string, knocking down a group of people more than 20 meters away, and lost his life before he landed

(To be continued......)