The burning pile of timber was violently knocked away, and the charcoal was scattered and flown in flames. Seeing the majestic figure that was level with himself on the horse, ignoring the flames on his body, roaring and charging at him, Tulayan's eyes widened subconsciously.

However, the long-term high-intensity training gave him great help at such a juncture, almost subconsciously, and he waved the war hammer with both hands, and the dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes.

The orc, whose helmet had been smashed away, collapsed weakly at his feet, and the pair of fangs and the extremely ugly face of the other man's jaw reminded him of a wild boar. Taking a deep breath, Tulayan calmed his agitated heart and rode forward again, launching a heroic attack on the enemy.

Khadgar was right, he didn't have the time to be scared or fearful on the battlefield at all.

Of course, there is also a prerequisite, that is, you have the ability to fight the enemy. But when this ability can't support itself to deal with the enemy, it's not necessarily necessarily.

Phew-

Another strong wind tore through the flames, and when he heard the piercing howl of the tomahawk piercing the air, Tulayan's heart instantly blazed a siren, and without thinking about it, he propped up the warhammer in front of him, and at the same time a golden barrier was pushed against him.

Bang!

The hastily constructed protection of the Holy Light burst almost instantly, and the remaining battle axe smashed the handle of the hammer, and the unstoppable force came from the front, and Turayan was knocked off the horse without even having a chance to scream.

At the same time as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised his eyes in the severe pain of the tiger's mouth, and the orc who initiated the jump split stepped on the war horse that had been cut off by the trend, and did not dislike the blood-soaked battle axe, and was grinning against it on his shoulder.

The viscous blood slid down the spiky shoulder armor, leaving a strong mark on the orc's blood-soaked chest.

Of course, this blood clearly does not belong to him, but to his enemies.

Looking at the human sitting on the ground with a bewildered expression, Grom shook his head in disappointment. He gave the other party enough opportunities to get back on his feet, but he couldn't find enough fighting spirit to excite him except fear on his face.

Grabbing the Bloody Roar with both hands, Grom took three steps and two steps, raising his tomahawk and slashing forward.

While!

Bursts of sparks shone in Grom's sharp eyes, and excitement and hideousness appeared on his face as he watched the human with his great sword blocking his own attack.

The orc leaned over slowly, the heavier force of the axe making Lothar's arms tremble more and more violently. Realizing that he could not compete with the opponent in strength, Lothar decisively threw his left leg and kicked the enemy's waist.

Grom retreated in pain, and he immediately took the opportunity to pull away.

"Are you alright?" asked Lothar, tilting her head slightly, in a slightly wheezing voice.

Turayan was glad to have survived, and during this time he gradually adapted to the fear of the enemy.

Seeing that the adjutant who stood up clenched the hammer, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put all her energy on the orc in front of him.

In the face of this human, the roar of hell, who was also experienced in many battles, felt the rapid secretion of adrenaline, the blood that flowed became hotter and hotter, and the irrepressible impulse made him roar and take the lead in attacking.

The rattling tomahawk streaked through the air in a terrifying trajectory and slashed down towards Lothar. The speed and power made it clear to the latter that he couldn't hard-wire like he had just done.

With a sharp thrust of her toes, Lothar's footsteps slid backwards against the ground, the hurricane of tomahawks cutting through the skin of his face mercilessly, strands of hair sliding across his sight, scarlet blood running from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Bang!

The roar of blood plunged deep into the dirt in front of him, and before the orc could pull it out, Lothar stomped the back of the axe, raising his greatsword and thrusting forward.

Releasing his left hand, Grom dodged sideways while taping his arm armor to the side of his greatsword close to him. The blade grazed the metal, sending large sparks with a piercing screech that tingled the scalp.

Hellroar swerved around his right hand that grabbed Bloodroar, and with great force he unslashed his greatsword, throwing his left arm around his snort and slamming it into his foe. Lothar immediately decided, and put her left hand close to the side of her head.

Another loud bang was heard, and the commander's body involuntarily took several steps back to the other side under the blow of this force.

Grom laughed and drew his tomahawk, leaving no room for breathing and chasing after him again.

Not far away, watching the two of them fight together, Tulayan took a deep breath and was about to raise his palm towards Lothar's back, when a sharp premonition exploded in his mind.

"Huh?" The sword light flashed in the air, and before it could receive the feeling of tearing flesh from the blade, the orc who appeared in the cape at some unknown moment let out a strange cry of hidden surprise.

Tulayan stepped back, looked at his arm that was still intact, and then held his breath as he looked at the strange orc who seemed to be suffering from some kind of skin disease.

"It's funny to be able to dodge my attacks. Unable to help the enemy chop his hands, Kargas was not discouraged at all, but instead showed a creepy chuckle.

Tulayan's palms were soaked with sweat, and the orc gave him a very dangerous feeling. Different from the terrifying power of the tiger before, this one, like a poisonous snake, the fangs that were displayed from time to time were suffocating.

I, will I die here?

The other party did not rush to attack, but just kept that cold smile and looked at him, and it was precisely because of this that he had time to think crankily. When the question surfaced, questions and concerns flooded into his brain uncontrollably.

Seeing the unquenchable fear on the nervous human's face, the corners of Kargas's mouth turned up, and he slowly lifted his severed arm. The dark blade embedded in it seemed to coincide with the viper in his mind at this moment, and Tulayan's pupils suddenly contracted violently.

Without nonsense, Kargas seized the opportunity to raise his feet forward, and almost instantly, the scimitar approached Tulayan's heart.

So fast!

Breaking away from the momentary distraction, Tulayan immediately wanted to dodge, but Kargas was far more agile than him. However, just as he was about to die young, the orc, who had almost choked his fate, suddenly retracted his attack and kicked him.

In Tulayan's cries of pain, the bodies of the two immediately pulled away quickly in opposite directions.

Boom!

A golden translucent sledgehammer fell from the sky, and although it quickly disappeared, the massive energy blast completely swept away the ground where Kargas had just stood, leaving behind a large pit of smoke and dust.

Seeing the paladins led by Uther come into sight, Tulayan clutched his abdomen, revealing an expression that he didn't know whether to be happy or blamed.

As Uther rescued Tulayan, Tirio swung his hand at Grom, and a hammer of holy light burst out of his hand, whistling and striking the roar of hell in the middle of battle. Lothar immediately seized the opponent's momentary lack of balance, picked up the big sword with his heel as the center, and was about to hit or even kill the opponent on the spot.

While!

The piercing sound of the collision suddenly exploded, and the terrifying power of Lothar was transmitted to his hands, and the sharp pain in the tiger's mouth made him almost unable to hold the weapon.

Resolutely, Lothar calmed the horror in her heart as she stared at the distorted air in front of her. Sure enough, a shirtless orc gradually became clear in his sight.

Despite little protection, the narrow sword in the orc's hand with intricate patterns and spells imprinted with it brought a sense of extreme danger. No, not so much a sword, but a straight knife with an exaggerated model.

The elemental power bestowed by the Wind Walk, combined with his superb swordsmanship, Itreig's stealth blow left a great shock on Lothar's heart. Seeing that the latter was carefully defending, Itreig did not pursue, but shouted at Grom and Kargas: "Don't fall in love with the battle, all go back, the Great Chief orders us to cover the landing of the fleet." ”

Despite his reluctance, Itreg moved out of Orgrim's name, and the two newfound orc chieftains had to retreat quickly with their men. At this moment, the fire caused by supplies and materials became their best cover, and the ferocious fire brought great inconvenience to the Alliance's advance.

It is precisely because of this that on the coast, more than a dozen black ships broke through the dense fog and mercilessly crashed into the beach.

"Commander! Orcs are forcibly landing!" Seeing this, Khadgar immediately sent a message to Lothar.

"Arrange artillery strikes. Through the sea of fire in front of him, Lothar gritted his teeth and raised his sword, "Everyone come with me, the dirty soles of the orcs are not worthy of stepping on our land!"

"For the Alliance!"

Roar——!

In response to Lothar, it was not only the bloody proclamations of the soldiers, but also the roar of the endless beasts.

Under the horrified gaze, several giant beasts with red bodies tore through the dense fog, flapping their wings that covered the sky and the sun, and launched a head-on dive.