Looking at the dusty Lothar, Ryan just wanted to respond with joy, but the other party's serious side face made him feel nervous.

"Did something happen?"

"Let's go back, the priority is to kill these orcs. Shaking his head, Lothar didn't talk about Medivan on such an occasion, but took off the great sword behind his back and stared at the orc who was blocking his way.

He needs an enemy, an object of catharsis.

However, he was doomed to disappointment.

Orgrim suddenly put down the hammer of destruction in his hand, and after glancing at the battle-spirited Lothar, his gaze stayed on Lanloth's face for a long time, and finally turned and walked away without saying a word.

"Don't think about ......"

Lothar raised his feet and wanted to pursue, but was stopped in time by Lanlos on the side. The latter's gaze skipped over Orgrim, who had his back to him, and looked at the center of the vacancy.

The burly figure standing straight, the one pierced through the chest, the Frostwolf Chieftain.

"He has no intention of fighting us. Lanlos said with a sigh. He doesn't know much about orcs, but he's definitely a lot.

Orgrim was a good and shrewd warrior, and his vast combat experience gave him the ability to judge accurately, and he knew that he could not defeat the men in front of him alone, but he could not die yet.

Dying for honor is one of the most desirable destinations for orcs, but in order to bury Durontan's body, Orgrim would rather choose to escape......

The bond that existed between the two had crossed the chasm between the clans. Now, from the moment Durotan stood up to face Gul'dan, Ogrim's admiration for him surpassed anything else.

In this world, many people can be faithful to their beliefs, but for the sake of something, they have to let go of the creed they have adhered to all their lives, and they have to be awe-inspiring.

Watching the orc carefully carry away the corpse of his comrade, Lothar suddenly felt the burning anger and tyranny in his heart shrink.

Of course, this scene did not erase his hatred for the tribe, but he gradually subconsciously erased the label of 'beast' that had been attached to the orcs. At least, that's the case with the orc in front of you.

However, the bloodshed is still happening, and the war is still going on.

"Charge! Kill all these savage invaders!"

"For the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Lothar raised his arms and exclaimed, and in response to him were countless battle cries that soared into the sky.

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"No, no!" Gul'dan's hands trembled violently as he looked at the butterfly-like magical energy scattered through the door.

"You promised me that you shouldn't be untrustworthy!" Venting his panic and anger into the air, Gul'dan could no longer find any way to delay the dissolution of the Dark Gate. However, only the pain and wails of the tragic death of his fellow orcs echoed, and he could not hear any voice from the man.

Even, to his horror, he found that his contact with that person had been cut off.

The troops that exist in the Dark Swamp are only a vanguard force, and compared to the entire tribe, they are only the tip of the iceberg, and they are only a small group of orcs who are easy to control and command. Battle maniacs such as Warsong, Blood Ring, and Broken Hand did not participate in this spearhead.

But even so, this force was still able to press the Stormwind Kingdom's defenses to the ground with ease at first.

But now, the situation has changed.

Because of Durontan's sudden withdrawal, the plan to besiege Stormwind had to be put on hold, and under his leadership, the human forces quietly approached the Horde's station. The surprise attack disrupted the deployment of the orcs, and both the Black Hand and Gul'dan were unable to organize an effective defense due to the duel initiated by Durotan.

One wrong step, one wrong step, the orderly attack of mankind gradually encroached on this vanguard force. Gul'dan had to put all his chips on Medivan. But now, the key to open the door of darkness suddenly broke, and Gul'dan was completely panicked.

No, I can't let them know all this......

Looking back at the black hand who was rushing to meet the enemy, a second before the other party met his gaze, Gul'dan hurriedly withdrew his gaze. He clenched his fists silently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the empty dark door.

Once again, he felt the despair of the donkey's poor skills, just as he had been abandoned by Kil'Gardan in the first place.

No, not yet. ’

At this moment, an unfamiliar deep voice suddenly appeared in his mind. While Gul'dan was surprised, he also felt a little familiar inexplicably.

'Who are you?'

The voice laughed.

'Didn't Kilgardan tell you?'

'Who the hell are you?' Gul'dan's mood did not calm down by the terrifying power of this voice.

After a pause, the voice didn't make any extra detours with him.

'I am Sargeras, the master of Kil'Gardan, the god that Ereda has served for countless years. ’

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Edrouin sliced open the orc's chest like tofu, and with the sound of bones breaking, Lanloth took down another foe. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the elves' tattered robes, full of the breath of no one to enter, and it felt terrifying and terrifying.

However, the orcs had no idea what fear was.

The sound of breaking wind screeched in his ears, and Lanloth immediately turned and picked up his sword.

While!

The violent collision sent a large spark of sparks, lighting up Lanlos's eyes in astonishment. Looking at Adruin, who was almost about to get rid of his hands by brute force, and the tomahawk that was about to kill him, he suddenly realized that he had made a common sense mistake.

He was no longer using a sdomka.

The Exterminator's extra-large sword is simply a door panel, not to mention the terrible attacks its weight on the enemy, and the Exterminator can also act as a shield. The thick blade only needs to be blocked horizontally or erected in front of you, and can help Lanloth block most of the damage.

But Edruin was different, it was not much different in size from a regular broadblade.

In the face of heavy weapons such as axes and hammers, the disadvantage of size made it impossible for Lanlos to use Edruin to effectively block.

Just like it is now.

Lanlos seemed to have felt the enemy's axe blade touch his skin, and with a soft sigh, the battle axe pierced through his body.

The invincible tomahawk slashed down and easily slashed to the end, slashing directly deep into the ground. The enveloping storm kicked up a large cloud of dust and mud, and even more smashed, turning the body of 'Lanloth' to pieces, turning into a cloud of black mist and quickly drifting away.

The orc was stunned, and the violent sense of crisis made him subconsciously turn around, but what greeted him was a sharp blade that went deep into the heart from the left rib.

Kicking down the dying orcs with only a few seconds left to live, Lanros patted the hem of his clothes, and the remnants of the magic left by the Shadow Step dissipated into wisps of black light.

"I remember you were a spellcaster, didn't I?" Ryan couldn't help but be stunned as he looked at the bloodied corpse at Lanloth's feet.

This was not just an innocuous question, Lan Luo could easily hear it from the other party's tone, the seemingly tactful, but untraceable urging. Urging him to wield greater power to push the war to the king's desired outcome.

The elven mage only smiled slightly: "You are the center of this war, Your Majesty, I promised Lothar that you must be kept safe. ”

"Haha, I'm not an incompetent person for a corpse vegetarian meal. Ryan raised the sword in his hand, the sun shining on the sharp edge, illuminating the tiny nicks and scratches on it, and the mottled blood took on a dazzling scarlet, "I am the king, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

With his loud shout, the soldiers in front immediately responded with even more majestic cheers. Seeing that the morale of the human side was rising again, Lanlos glanced at Khadgar and Garona, who were fighting with each other not far away, and bowed slightly towards Ryan, hiding the meaningless gaze in the shadows.

"Salute to you, Your Majesty. ”