The war was more tragic than imagined.

As if the defeat of the previous days was just an illusion, the orc attack was so cold that it suffocated Lothar. The green-skinned brutes rode through the explosions and flames, shrapnel and arrows covered in shrapnel and arrows, and even though the blood stained them scarlet, they still roared and slashed their tomahawks into the bodies of Alliance soldiers. Even though they were pierced by their long swords, they were still able to tear open the necks of Alliance soldiers with their mouths full of fangs.

Such a crazy and cruel way of attacking made even the veterans who had participated in many wars pale.

Airplanes!

The dim sky, shrouded in smoke and mist, suddenly resounded with a warm and holy clear murmur. The shadows were slowly torn apart, and as Uther raised his two-handed warhammer aloft, streams of pure sunlight poured down like countless golden swords, piercing through the clouds and piercing the entire battlefield.

Golden wings stretched out from behind his shoulders, and armor and weapons were all shrouded in a divine and noble light. At this moment, this noble paladin became the light itself.

"The Light protects us!"

Tulayan looked at the invincible paladin, and with a surging admiration and infinite confidence rose in his chest, he immediately rushed down the high ground with his cavalry with his war hammer alhigh: "For the alliance!"

There is no doubt that the morale of the alliance reached a climax at this moment. Under the protection of the Holy Light, the human cavalry smashed the Yellow Dragon, reaping the lives of the orcs as if they were in a no-man's land.

However, the alliance did not have much advantage, and before the cavalry rushed far, the fast-eyed orcs actually resisted the impact of the war horse and dragged many human riders directly off the war horse. Seeing that they were about to be generous, a dense rain of arrows rained down from the sky, turning the position between the human cavalry and the orcs into an untreadable place of death.

Watching Tulayan take the opportunity to lead the team to retreat, Lothar's worried expression became more and more gloomy.

Again, the tribe's attack was too unexpected.

Despite the long-range strikes and the front pull of the cavalry paladins as cover, looking back, quite a few people did not even put on their armor......

Before chasing the orc fortress, most of them relaxed a lot, trying to recharge their batteries and prepare for the long siege that followed. They paid the price for their laxity, and if the orcs were given the opportunity to weaken their defenses, the horde had a chance to turn the tide.

Whether it's taking the opportunity to sneak into the mountains and retreat far away, or through small-scale safaris and alliances that they excel at, they can stretch the war over months or even years.

The kingdom of humanity, including all the major races, has been ravaged by war, and all people's homes are in ruins, and they do not have the time and energy to fight a protracted war of attrition.

This war must end as soon as possible!

Lothar lifted his gaze through the smoke to the middle of the furious green tide, the orc commander with the hammer of destruction. It just so happened that Orgrim was staring at him with piercing eyes.

After a brief silence, both sides threw a defiant look at each other.

"For the Alliance!" Lothar lifted Quelzaram, tugged at the reins, and roared as she led the pack down the heights.

Orgrim grimaced a cruel grin, even though the human leader was much taller and stronger than the average human, he had never been afraid as an orc. This is true of the Draenei, and so is the human race.

The second wave of cavalry charges was a marked departure from the initial haste, and under the leadership of Lothar, the human cavalry was like a steel knife deep into the Horde's army, and it was unstoppable to take the heart of the orc army.

"Get out of here!" Orgrim roared, the hammer of destruction whirring through the air, smashing the heads of the human soldiers in his way, kicking the orcs away from the nearby orcs, and after opening up a wide open area for a moment, he raised the hammer over his shoulders and pointed it at the human knight who was riding a warhorse.

The lion's head shield, the sharp greatsword, the clever blue eyes. This is this man, the powerful human who had helped him kill Blackhan from the side. A respectable adversary, a valiant commander. Kill him, and the alliance army will surely collapse.

Lothar apparently had the same idea, and with the dash of his warhorse, the greatsword tore through the air and slashed forward with a terrifying sharp howl.

Orgrim wasn't reckless enough to slash him, and the seemingly heavy equipment didn't affect his skills, he turned sideways, almost letting the blade of the greatsword glide against his breastplate, and then lifted the hammer of destruction to hook the horse's hind legs.

The terrified horse's cries soared into the sky, and Lothar decisively let go of the reins and leaped before the horse fell headfirst.

There was a loud howl in his ears, and he didn't think about turning around in the air and raising his shield to his chest.

Bang!

The terrifying force pressed the shield against his chest, and through the breastplate, it continued to churn against Lothar's chest.

Pressing down on the uncomfortable sensation in his chest, Lothar raised his sword with one hand and resisted the shield, leaving two narrow dents in the cracked ground with his legs, and the whole person exploded like a cannonball.

Avoiding the blade that took the door directly, Orgrim couldn't avoid the powerful shield blow, and the whole person retreated one after another, although he stabilized his body as fast as he could, but still gave the other party a chance to take advantage of it.

The shield rose upward, the greatsword slashed high, and Lothar lunged forward, roaring and slashing it down.

The sharp blade cracked through large swaths of rubble, and the powerful slash not only caused a heavy loud sound, but also kicked up a small cloud of thick smoke and dust.

However, this also means that the other party has dodged his own attack.

A familiar howl came from the right side, and Lothar immediately raised her left hand to her right neck. Sure enough, the huge warhammer tore through the smoke and dust, wrapped in an invincible momentum, and smashed into his shield.

Bang!

Such a terrifying force was too much for even Lothar to parry, and with a muffled snort, he immediately used his strength to quickly retreat. Finally steady, the commander twisted his sore neck, and his sharp eyes caught the orc roaring out of the smoke and dust for the first time.

With a fixed gaze, Lothar picked up his shield and threw it forward, and at the same time that Orgrim was shocked in his heart, it actually landed exactly where he was about to land with his next kick.

With one foot on the sleek shield, Orgrim stumbled off balance without hesitation. At the same time, the greatsword stabbed at great speed.

After years of fighting, the Hammer of Doom did not reflexively get up as Lothar had thought, and collided with the sharp blade of the sword, but instead bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, using his shoulder and arm armor to withstand the greatsword.

The shrill sound of metal armor being cut scratched at the eardrums, and the Hammer of Doom had even felt the coldness of the blade of the greatsword, but luckily, the blade that passed by failed to penetrate the armor.

However, Lothar clearly had no intention of stopping, and with a loud shout, he stepped forward, his arms bulging in a visibly visible manner, and pressed the greatsword down with a force that even Orgrim was deeply surprised by.

Under the suppression of this force, Orgrim was surprised to find that he was unable to push the powerful blade away.

Feeling the blade continue to cut through the armor step by step, he didn't think much about it, gritted his teeth and barely picked up the warhammer and swept it towards the opponent's ankle. Knowing that the fragile joints could not compete with the strength of the orc, Lothar had no choice but to retreat.

Although he didn't need to lift the suppression of the enemy because of the length advantage of the giant sword, because of such a movement under his feet, the instantaneous weakening of his strength gave the orc a chance to counterattack.

Before Lothar could continue to press, Orgrim, who had not been able to retract the hammer, had an idea, stood up slightly against the blade of his sword, and kicked the shield on the ground.

The sudden obscuration of the dark shadow made Lothar reflexively reach out to block it, and by the time he came to his senses, a furious roar and a punching fist had already arrived in front of him.

Bang!

The heavy impact shook everyone's eardrums, both humans and orcs, and they all focused on the two of them.

Lothar held onto her nearly shattered helmet, relieving the hum of the concussion as she stepped back. Touching the obvious holes in his helmet, he looked at the sturdy orc who was also taking the opportunity to breathe.

On the orc's clenched left hand glove, the metal spikes at the metacarpophalangeal joints even showed varying degrees of cracking marks.

If it weren't for the protection of the helmet, this punch would probably have cost him half his life.

Removing the helmet that had been sunken and suppressing his vision, Lothar revealed his face full of vicissitudes and sweat, his pale hair and increasingly dislocated hairline announcing his declining age. But this did not affect the perseverance on his face, not at all.

"Commendable. Orgrim sneered in the broken lingua franca of humanity, "But, do you still have the strength, old man?"

Compared to Orgrim, who is at the peak of his middle-aged physical strength, Lothar is indeed inferior, but this is not a reason for him to hold back.

"The show is just beginning, monster. Taking a deep breath, Lothar raised her greatsword with both hands, and the sharpness in her eyes was too sharp for people to look at.

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