"No!" Seeing his general and the great chieftain of the tribe in a bitter battle, Tulayan was anxious to ignore the rapid consumption of physical energy, wielding a war hammer and venting the holy light as if he didn't want money. For a moment, all the orcs who approached him were torn apart and burned by the divine and scorching light, and they all got out of the way as if they had met a plague god.

However, there are always exceptions.

"Roar!" a deafening roar struck Tulayan in the chest like a hammer, and before he could recover his senses, a bundled orc leaped from a nearby distance with a tomahawk and slammed into his place with unparalleled might.

That whirring tomahawk can't stop even the finest shields!

Instantly having this astonishing conclusion in his mind, Tulayan didn't think about it, turned and threw himself to the ground, dodging the enemy's jump in an extremely embarrassed position.

Bang!

Sure enough, the flying rubble hit his armor, causing a crisp sound, and a wild wind rose from the ground, and the smoke and dust that were raised instantly flooded everything around him.

Tulayan staggered out of the dust, staring at the smoke and dust with eyes trembling slightly in shock. Soon, the arrogant orc with the bunched hair slowly walked out with a tomahawk on his shoulder. It was as if this battlefield was nothing more than his backyard, his hunting ground.

Hellroar didn't speak, just kept a hideous smile and stared at Tulayan with those eyes full of anticipation and excitement. The Light on Tulayan's Warhammer, to be exact.

The last enemy to fight with it was a Draenei who had his neck screwed off by himself, I don't know this, can I make myself happy?

Thinking like this, Grom became more and more excited, laughing and rushing towards the human paladin.

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The hammer and greatsword swung at the same time, a deafening roar accompanied by blinding sparks, and the force was so great that Lothar and Orgrim could barely hold their weapons. The tiger's mouths of the two cracked at the same time, and blood continued to spill down the palms of their hands.

Pain became the catalyst at this moment, and the adrenaline, which was secreting more and more rapidly, weakened their negative perception to the greatest extent. There was hardly any lingering, and the two who had been slightly separated bumped into each other again.

Perhaps fearing the might of the two, or perhaps expecting the outcome of their battle, others on both sides of the war, consciously or unconsciously, did not participate. Both Lothar and Orgrim were 100% focused on the enemy in front of them, not slacking off in the slightest, and not daring to slacken.

Bang!

The greatsword and the war hammer collided again, and compared to before, both of them coincidentally left a little spare strength, as for the reason......

Roar!

The Great Chief pressed the hammer hard and swung his right fist with the force of feedback, which was ruthlessly smashed down with a deafening roar. Lothar didn't sit idle, picking up her left leg and slamming her heavy metal boots at her opponent's pelvis like lightning.

Two dull crashes came out almost simultaneously, and the head was hit hard, and Lothar staggered back with a cry of pain, and Orgrim tried to pursue, but the sharp pain in his lower back almost paralyzed his entire lower body.

After a brief pause, Lothar spat out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth, stared at the bloodshot eyes, and strode forward with his great sword. Although he quickly regained control of his lower body, the sour feeling still did not completely subside, and the Great Chieftain realized that he could not avoid the sword, and suddenly became angry, ignoring the sweeping blade, he leaped to his feet, and used all his strength to pick up the hammer of destruction.

The great sword easily sliced through the weak spot in the waist of the black steel armor, and blood bloomed in front of his eyes, and Lothar could even faintly see the wriggling stomach inside. However, the dizziness coming from his brain made him really unable to continue to transfer his strength to the weapon, coupled with the sledgehammer above his head that roared like a fierce beast, he subconsciously retracted his strength, his right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword and stretched it to the left, and his left hand dragged the sword body to resist his shoulder.

Watching the other party block the intricately patterned greatsword in front of him, Ogrim's eyes flashed with a moment of disdain, and under the catalysis of pain, his bloodshot eyes widened as if they were about to burst out in the next moment. In the midst of the battle cry that even the roar of hell could not help but look sideways, the warhammer fell.

Bang!

The air seemed to be quiet at this moment, and only the crisp cracking sound echoed in everyone's hearts.

Yes, shattered......

Blood obscured the vision, and in front of Lothar's eyes, only black and red remained. The sudden light of the great sword in his hand and the sound that almost pierced his eardrums made him absolutely clear at this moment.

Countless thoughts flickered through his dark eyes, and he seemed to want to say or do something, but unfortunately, the time given to him was only for a moment.

Bang!

The lion of Azeroth, fallen.

"No——!" Tulayan struck the haired orc away in a desperate attempt to kill him in a fit of rage, and the seasoned hunter immediately stopped the attack with a sinister grin, allowing him to run away in a panic.

Poof!

Ignoring Orgrim, who was still gasping for breath not far away, Tulayan seemed to be paralyzed as he approached the figure lying in a pool of blood, and with that incredible horror, he fell to his knees.

"This, it is impossible to ......" his hero, his mentor, as well as his commander, just like that, fell. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but there was nothing but blood in the touch of his fingertips.

He tried to find even the slightest heartbeat, breath, or words, but unfortunately, no matter how much he prayed to the Light, his general remained still.

Orgrim didn't attack the human who had intruded into his range, he held the blood-stained hammer of destruction aloft and let the hot liquid drip onto him.

"Victory is ours, and the enemies of the horde will be crushed!"

"Defeat them and conquer the world!"

"For the Horde!"

In response to him, the orcs cheered and roared all over the mountains, and the momentum seemed to engulf the world completely. At this moment, the army of orcs whose morale had skyrocketed actually forced the alliance's front to retreat again and again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Well?

Just as Orgrim wanted to continue to make a declaration of victory, a golden light that could not be ignored brightened in the corners of his eyes.

"Nope. Tulayan slowly stood up, his low and slow voice, as if telling the unshakable truth, "You do not belong to this world, and this world does not belong to you. ”

The golden streamers continued to converge on him, becoming rich and dazzling at a seemingly slow but unstoppable speed. At some point, he put down the hammer, and in his hand was the blood-stained dagger.

"You, unworthy!" the round eyes revealed endless hatred and anger, and the next moment, the dazzling holy light burst into the eyes like flames, and the golden wings howled and unfurled, and the materialized light condensed on the broken sword, and instantly reorganized the missing part.

As the suffocating threat approached, Orgrim reined in his joy and silently tightened his grip on the hammer.

"You and your filthy and savage compatriots. With the fury of revenge, Tulayan's voice suddenly became as powerful as a bell, and holding the great sword that had been reforged by the Holy Light, he approached the enemy step by step, "Only worthy of hell......

Chirp!

Before he finished speaking, a loud roar suddenly erupted from the sky, and before everyone could look up, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

Bang!

A loud roar kicked up a cloud of smoke and dust, and Tulayan and Orgrim reached out together in good agreement to hide their faces, and through their fingers, they stared at the smoke that gradually dispersed, and the slender figure that quickly became clear in their vision.

"Looks like I'm late. That voice, with a hint of regret, and a familiar one that made everyone subconsciously turn their heads.

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