Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Lothar's persistent choice made Turayang unable to stop him. All he could do was to try his best to defeat the tribe in the shortest possible time, end the meaning of this duel, and suspend the continuation of the duel in disguise.

Orgrim was not as single-minded as Grom. After realizing Lothar's old state, he did not immediately take an airtight attack, but began to consciously consume Lothar's physical strength.

"Huh~huh~"

After more than a dozen rounds of offense and defense, Lothar's heavy breathing could be heard by everyone nearby, and Orgrim's eyes became more energetic because of this, and victory was just around the corner.

Due to multiple collisions with the Doom Hammer, slight cracks appeared on the Great Royal Sword, which was at a disadvantage in terms of unit density. Just like Lothar himself, it seemed that it might be defeated at any time.

"lok'tar!"

Seeing the dawn of victory, Orgrim completely gave up his defense and poured all his anger into Doomhammer. In the last melee fight, Orgrim deliberately smashed the warhammer on Lothar's raised sword again.

"Crack~"

The crisp cracking sound from the long sword made the faces of both sides change color at the same time, one was happy and the other was worried.

"Boom!"

In the end, the Great Royal Sword broke into two pieces under the pressure of Orgrim's breast-feeding strength.

Seeing this scene, Tulayan hurriedly abandoned his command work and rushed in the direction of Lothar.

But contrary to the expectations of the two parties, the half-cut sword in Lothar's hand did not allow Orgrim's war hammer to pass.

A bright golden blade extended from the gap in the broken sword, and the materialized energy blade was still firmly blocking the path of Doomhammer.

"What?!"

Orgrim used all his strength and never expected such a strange phenomenon to happen.

Although Lothar was also taken aback, the opportunity to turn defeat into victory was close at hand. The seasoned man put aside his doubts for the time being, and used softness to deflect Orgrim's attack, and turned around to the right with the help of the opponent's strength. .

When Lothar completed the 360° rotation, the side of Orgrim's body that was previously injured by the sword marks was completely exposed in his field of vision.

"ha!"

Not missing the opportunity, Lothar held the golden blade with both hands, and slashed down with his last strength.

"Shua!"

Orgrim's left arm, unable to defend any longer, was cut off, and the energy blade continued to split open the already damaged breastplate, and a deep sword wound scratched Orgrim's left half of his body from the shoulder. , up to his flank.

"Well!"

Orgrim, who was hit hard on the left side of his body, lost his balance and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Lothar looked at the flickering energy blade with a complicated expression, and within a few seconds, the blade that did not come from his own power turned into light particles and slowly dissipated.

After confirming that Orgrim had passed out due to stress, Lothar turned to look at the night elf position behind the battlefield.

Andrea smiled and moved the two commanders together to signal Lothar, which made Lothar more sure of who his savior was.

"Blessed by the Holy Light..."

Lothar shook his head with a grin. He finally understood why the Moon Shadow Speaker would suddenly propose to bless his weapon with the Holy Light before the war started.

Although I don't know how Chairman Moon Shadow guessed the development of the situation, but he was lucky enough to survive today, thanks to his preparation in advance.

In a one-on-one duel, the weapon is also an extension of the power of the two sides.

Without Andrea's advance preparation, Orgrim would have won after the Lothar sword was broken. This kind of defeat is no different from anyone else, and he can only blame himself for using the weapon improperly.

Lothar accidentally defeated Orgrim who was caught off guard by virtue of the energy light blade. Even if the chieftain knew it, he had no complaints. He could only blame himself for not thinking carefully.

This kind of situation can't be counted as off-site force support, it just depends on who is more fully prepared before the battle.

The orcs, who were already on the verge of collapse, saw the defeat of the great chief, and their morale suddenly fell to the bottom. Most of the orc soldiers threw away their weapons and surrendered under the trend of despair.

Only a small number of people who refused to admit defeat broke through the encirclement in advance, including the death knight of Talon Gorefiend and the Amani troll of Zul'jin.

Talon Gorefiend had a big disagreement with Gul'dan, who resurrected him, because of his current body of the dead. He returned to the Horde and blamed Gul'dan for all his crimes.

Orgrim knew very well that this guy was talking nonsense, but at the time of employment, he did not expose Talon Gorefiend's clumsy lies, and asked him to rejoin the battlefield to compete with the alliance's paladins based on the idea of ​​​​settling after the fall.

The death knights who came and went like the wind broke through the siege and rushed all the way south. After breaking through the defense of the Kul Tiras marines, they slipped into the Redridge Mountains, and then disappeared like the Blood Ring clan.

The death knights only have a scale of more than a hundred people, and they cannot have a devastating impact on the post-war order, and now they can't catch up no matter how much they try to catch up.

Although the horses of the paladins can receive the infusion of holy light to improve their explosive power and endurance, their physical functions have limits after all. Compared with the tireless undead horses, they will undoubtedly lose in durability.

Seeing that Lothar survived and won the victory, Turayang let out a sigh of relief.

In addition to the time when the first orc war started, humans and orcs had been entangled for six years, and finally the winner was completely determined. The alliance soldiers present all excitedly raised their weapons and let out joyful cheers.

The veterans of the Stormwind Kingdom hugged their comrades tightly and shed tears of excitement. The defeat of the orcs meant that they finally had hope of returning to their country.

Li Reza also breathed a sigh of relief, the war bow that used to feel light as nothing is now extremely heavy in her hands.

Seeing Lothar's thrilling battle today, she strengthened her idea of ​​retirement, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the three daughters who got together and chatted about the joy of victory.

"Um?"

Noticing the displeasure on Alleria's face, Li Reza followed her line of sight with a calm expression. A young human officer was showing his affection to her with a smile. It was Marshal Lothar's Lieutenant Tulayan.

"Oh~"

Li Reza shook her head, not taking this matter to heart.

There are thousands if not ten thousand people who adore their own daughter, not only humans, but also many people among the high elves are boldly pursuing her.

But the eldest daughter and the second daughter of the family have very high vision, and they don't even look up to the talents of the high elves, let alone humans whose life spans are obviously unequal.

But the youngest daughter, Vereesa...

Li Reza looked at the third daughter who was smiling stupidly with some concern. Under the care of the two sisters, this child knew too little about the dangers of the world. Li Reza worried that one day she would be deceived by human rhetoric.

High elves have a long lifespan of more than three thousand years, compared with a mere hundred years for human beings.

If Vereesa really finds a human husband, it means that she will live in nostalgia and sorrow for the remaining thousands of years of her life.

Her daughter knew very well that Vereesa was the kind of person who accepted death, and once she confirmed her partner, she would not think about anything else.

‘It’s better to make some arrangements in advance. At least let Vereesa open her eyes to see more of the world, and not let her be abducted by glib humans. '

"Ah Choo!"

A red-haired man in Dalaran sneezed suddenly, and the young mage turned his head and looked around in confusion.

"Who is cursing me?"

A handsome and extraordinary blond high elf mage in front frowned and urged, "Ronin, what are you looking at? Follow up, Master Antonidas issued an emergency call, something important must happen."

"I'm coming!"

'Illusion. '