The lance in the old marshal's hand swung hard and hit Orgrim on the waist, knocking the warchief away, but he himself also fell hard to the ground. For an old man in his 50s,

Said, this blow was vicious, the sturdy helmet was thrown away, and the impact on the ground caused Marshal Lothar's well-combed hair to scatter, making him dizzy.

The instinct from an old warrior made him subconsciously pull out the heavy sword from his back. But in the chaotic battlefield, he raised his head and saw Orgrim's brown body in his blurred vision, waving a black sword.

The Doomhammer pounced towards him fiercely.

"Bang"

The heavy sword and the warhammer collided together. Under the huge force exerted by the orc chief, the long sword in Lothar's hand suddenly broke. Amidst Orgrim's ferocious laughter, the roaring warhammer fell from the sky, heading towards Lothar's unprotected body.

His head was smashed.

"Anduin Lothar died here!"

"The tribe will win!"

"No!"

The holy light on the body of Marshal Lothar's adjutant, the Holy Knight Turalyon, had expanded to the extreme. He chopped down the orc warriors in front of him like crazy, and rushed towards the direction where Marshal Lothar fell. Behind him, the knight

They also roared and charged in this direction, but the orcs refused to give an inch. They would not let these Alliance dogs ruin the war chief's victory.

Amidst the roar of destruction and salvation, the night sky above the horizon was shrouded in deeper darkness. Tyrion was doing unrestrained free fall in the air, as if he was flying.

The moment he was close to the ground, he saw the war hammer that Orgrim smashed down, saw the helplessness flashing in Lothar's eyes, and the subsequent unwillingness and giving up, saw the marshal closing his eyes and waiting for death, Terry

A stiff smile appeared at the corner of Ang's mouth.

"I have arrived, I have seen... Next, it is time to conquer..."

"Shua"

The black wings suddenly opened, and the figure hit the center of the battle formation of the great chief and the old marshal like a meteor. The corrosive black storm stirred up ashes of dust and flesh, completely destroying the battlefield.

cover.

At this moment, all the sounds, the clash of weapons, the roars and cries of the soldiers, were completely silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on that battlefield. Whether they were humans or orcs, they were all looking forward to their own victory.

When the smoke cleared, the orcs were disappointed to find that the chief's war hammer did not smash Lothar's head, and the Alliance soldiers were also horrified to find that Marshal Lothar was being held by a knight in black.

"You! You are... the traitor!"

Orgrim's war hammer was held firmly in the air by a ferocious dark red giant blade. He looked at the bastard who was causing trouble in front of him, and the bastard was also looking at him, with deathly silence in his ice-blue eyes.
Chapter completed!