Hatred and anger intertwined in his mind, and the raging fire almost ignited his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes reflected the color of the blood in the air and under his feet, making Lothar look like a terrible ghost rakshasa crawling out of hell.

Although these two emotions were avoided by the world, they could not be denied, and inspired by this, Lothar's attack was deadly and sharp, as if it wanted to tear apart the entire tribe's position with one man and one sword.

Fortunately, the Iron Horse Brotherhood is full of experienced and powerful veterans, who are chasing behind Lothar, not only protecting the lone leader from being encircled, but also expanding the advantage of the front line step by step.

If Lothar is the tip of a sword, then they are the edge. Viewed from above, the Iron Horse Brotherhood is like an invincible sword, forced into the enemy formation, constantly twisting and tearing. In the wail of the orcs, advance at an alarming speed.

Pulling Quelzaram from the limp orc, Lothar didn't have time to wipe away the stinking blood that had spattered on his face, and immediately rolled sideways, dodging the side slash as if with divine help.

Hearing the roar of the enemy's pursuit, Lothar held himself on the ground with one hand, and the burst of power from his legs sent him flying forward with one lunge. The little man's charge made the orc centurion laugh, and he immediately grabbed his bloody battle axe, calculated the distance, and slashed down with a howl.

With Lothar's charging speed, this axe just landed on his head!

A slight surprise flashed in his heart at the precise attack of this reckless man, and after a moment, a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

A few strides approached the enemy, but Lothar did not raise his weapon, but his knees suddenly fell, and his entire upper body was raised backwards at an extreme angle, and with the help of the smooth metal leg armor, he almost touched the ground and slid past the crotch of the orc?!

The hurricane from the tomahawk ruffled his long hair, and although he sped up the speed of the split, the centurion's axe still stuck in the dirt.

At the moment when he was stunned by the opponent's gymnastics-like dodging skills, the sound of the blade tearing through the flesh exploded in his ears like thunder, and the sharp pain from his inner thigh made him instantly burst into a heart-rending wail.

As Lothar slid through his enemies, he raised his blade lightly, and the sharp royal sword easily sliced through the defenseless flesh of the orc's inner thigh. The artery was severed, and a large amount of blood flowed down, instantly draining most of the orc's strength.

Not in a hurry to make up for the final blow to the enemy who was kneeling on one knee behind him, Lothar exerted his strength with both feet, and without any superfluous movements, he stood up cleanly, and then swung his big sword with a slash, and slashed through the face door of the confused orc lieutenant in front of him.

As his foe curled up and wailed in pain, he raised his sword and slashed it in a roar.

The terrible force brought a whirlwind that rose from the ground, not only blowing up large clouds of dust and mud, but also throwing away two ugly green heads.

An explosive whirlwind chopped through the volley of blood, and layers of scarlet mist enveloped Lothar's side. Although he stood motionless, the blood mist seemed to be some kind of deadly poison that sealed his throat instantly, and no enemy dared to approach it.

Except, a very small number of people......

Boom!

The movement of the heavy object falling on the ground attracted the attention of the people around her, and Lothar, who had taken a breath to recover her strength, also focused her eyes on the person, the orc in steel armor and holding a two-handed giant hammer.

His right arm, in particular, was stacked on top of each other with layers of metal plates, as if another hammer was embedded in his arm, but that didn't stop him from wielding the huge, heavy two-handed hammer. Faintly, Lothar saw the joints of his right arm, the flickering red sparks, and the skin covered in a pitch-black rock-like surface.

"You're a good opponent, human. Blackhan placed the hammer at his feet, raised his hand and pointed at Lothar, and then at himself.

Naturally, Jazz didn't understand the lingua franca of the orcs, but with the provocative gestures and the orcs who retreated when they heard the news, he quickly understood what the other party meant. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for his soldiers to follow the orc's footsteps and back off, making room for enough space between the two.

Blackhan smiled, his broad mouth raised high, revealing a mouthful of jagged fangs.

Seeing the orc lift the hammer and step forward menacingly, Lothar couldn't help but feel the pressure, and immediately stomped down, properly stepping on the edge of the shield at his feet.

The bouncing shield rolled in the air, as if it had a mind of its own, and it was accurately set on Lothar's hand. Wiping the blood-soaked lion king motif in the center of the shield, Lothar's razor-sharp gaze pointed directly at the black hand.

The latter glanced disdainfully at the shield in his hand, and charged with a roar, the sledgehammer wrapped in a terrifying and oppressive howl.

Such a terrifying force made Lothar's heart palpitate, so much so that he knew very well that he would not be able to parry the blow even with a shield in his hand!

Bang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield, and Blackhan's hammer fell unstoppably, but it didn't smash the enemy to pieces as much as he had hoped. Lothar wisely shifted his feet sideways, deflecting his shield as the enemy attacked, causing the hammer of great power to fall against the shield.

Even though he pushed away the attack, the astonishing power still made Lothar's left arm numb, but he didn't have time to savor it. With a roar, the shield flipped over, and the raised corner galloped forward against the handle of the hammer.

The shrill chirp of the metal sparked Blackhan's nerves, and he immediately let go of his weapon and avoided the tragedy of having his fingers crushed. However, there is no way for him to circumvent it, and of course, he doesn't need to.

With his free left hand, he caught the shield blow steadily, and as Lothar disarmed and swung his broadsword, Blackhan raised his right hand and slammed it into his face.

While!

There was another deafening bang, and the two figures with a huge difference in size quickly pulled away. The short confrontation made both of them have a new understanding of each other.

Lothar glanced at her slightly trembling right hand and great sword, and the flames in her heart gradually calmed down. Thankfully, he turned his attack into defense and blocked the attack with Quel'Salam, otherwise, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stand here if he could still stand here with that punch.

This orc is very strong, and the great threat forces him to quickly calm down and focus, no longer affected by any other emotions.

He's not available......

On the other hand, Blackhan's right hand armor only broke a gap, which was not a concern at all compared to the overall heavy style of the gauntlet.

Picking up the hammer, he gave a mocking smile to the guarded human with his shield in hand, and charged forward again.

Seeing the orc approaching with heavy and fast steps, Lothar did not panic, but his gaze hidden behind the shield became sharper and sharper.

Closer, closer......

Now is the time!

The shield in his hand suddenly slipped down, and Lothar grabbed the edge and threw it directly at the orc's face. Blackhan, who was on a rampage, knew that he couldn't dodge, and subconsciously pulled the sledgehammer out of the way. However, at the moment when the shield obscured his vision, Lothar's tense legs suddenly erupted with tremendous force, and he leaped high while splashing up a cloud of dust and mud, raising his great sword and slashing down.

Seeing the enemy leap and slash, Blackhan had to force his charge to stop, and raised his hammer to block the powerful sword.

While!

Although the movement was much smaller than the previous few times, the sparks still lit up the eyes of the two, and Lothar could clearly see the anger and tyranny in Blackhan's eyes, while Blackhan saw a sobriety, as well as prudence and confidence.

With the help of the power of feedback, Lothar struggled to lean back, and the whole person fell to the ground lying flat. At the same time, Blackhan, who easily blocked the opponent's attack, turned from defense to offense, and swept through with a whirring war hammer.

The massive metal hammer almost pressed against Lothar's head, spikes all over it sliced through his skin, and a narrow scarlet instantly stretched across most of his forehead.

The pain didn't affect Lothar's movements, and the moment he hit the ground, he suddenly reached out with his left hand to support the ground, leaned sideways, and kicked his foot.

The metal leggings slammed into the crook of Blackhan's right leg, shocking the latter with great strength and causing his body to lose balance. In the midst of the roar, Blackhan, who had opened the door wide as he picked up his hammer, fell to his knees and was greeted by a sharp blade from below.

Puff –

The blood flew high, and under the sunlight, it was dazzlingly red and dazzlingly red.

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