Stormwind God

When he came to this huge hall, Lothar had a little memory. △ ￠ The floor tiles and wall decorations here are very similar to Medivh's study and bedroom. With a gut instinct, he knew Medivh wasn't far away from him.

As an old friend of Medivh for decades, he is very clear that many levels in Medivh's Master's Tower are not cleared and don't want to go to the next level.

For the kingdom, for Lane, for the people, Lothar did not hesitate.

The status quo still makes Lothar frown.

The troop gap is too big.

I don't know when the chessboard has become a vast plain. Except for the flat ground, which is still white and black, the area has been enlarged many times.

It feels like being pulled into another world.

Ahead, there are fewer three hundred orcs.

The orc is more burly than he has seen with his own eyes. The body armor also covers more area. They wield weapons, gasp in their mouths full of fangs, and emit a terrifying breath. Lothar's men are already tough enough, with an average height of 1.90 meters, put into the seven kingdoms of human beings are giants. But the shape opposite is even more terrible, with an average height of two meters and fifty.

Lothar's elite soldiers can only reach their chests in front of these guys, and this body ratio is completely adult and child.

Seeing those heavy weapons that looked hundreds of pounds across the way, Lothar's elite soldiers couldn't help but swallow.

More importantly, Lothar saw more dental accessories on these orcs. He remembered that Garona said that only the most brave tribal warriors who had killed those recognized powerful creatures alone would be eligible to sacrifice them The flounder is made into an ornament and worn on the body.

Lothar saw a large number of fangs that were longer than the palm of a human ...

"How is it possible ..." Garona couldn't believe the scene in front of her: "Black hand ... and his guards !?"

"Black hand? You say the strongest of the orc tribe-the chief warrior black hand?"

"Wait, are you ... Lothar?"

Garona's appearance remained the same. Before she set out, Lothar had given her a steel armor that was only allowed to be worn by the elite Stormwind fighters. But she changed from infantry to cavalry, and she clearly became a 'horse' on the chessboard.

Lotsa's men around him have become various pieces on the chessboard. The face is still his own, but the equipment is a bit different, and the partial weapon still gives him the same feel.

The two people who changed the most were one, Lothar. Because he was wearing the 'Lane' gold armor on the chessboard just now-the gilded gold lion armor symbolizing the king's identity, the full-faced gold helmet like a lion's mouth, and the white cloak with gold rim behind him. His 'Sword of the King' was exactly what King Ryan did when he entered the battlefield.

This treason-like dress made Lothar violent and offensive.

If there is such a change in Lothar, Lothar will probably be ashamed to death.

Someone was with Lothar, and somehow it made Lothar feel better.

Duke.

He wore a soft white feather collar to make a scarf, which was attached to a long cloak and dragged to the ground. A dry mage robe made Duke's ordinary appearance look full of scrolls. The most remarkable thing is that Duke holds the right hand, which is the possession of Medivh—the battle of Etiyes *, the artifact staff that symbolizes the glory of the guardian.

Okay, it seems that Anduin took the role of Lane, and Duke became Medivh.

Duke glanced at his own line and sighed, "Oh, Sir Lothar, don't mind this shape. This is an illusion brought by magic. It doesn't mean anything. All here are loyal to you and loyal to the Kingdom of Storms. , Good soldiers loyal to the world of Azeroth, no one will blame you for this kind of thing. Let's focus on the next battle. "

At this time, there existed a trembling for Garona's entire body and even her soul.

It was an orc that didn't look tall compared to other orcs.

He was on his back, dressed in a wide black robe, with several spurs on his back pointing straight to the sky, and several spurs that should be of the Draenei. He had bad fangs with multiple rotten teeth and eyes with green evil rays.

"Gul'dan ..." Garona spoke in a trembling trembling name that was almost taboo to her.

Gul'dan is here too?

Lothar raised his eyebrows, and looked at the orc warlock, who was not so handsome a few dozen steps away. Once through Garona, Lothar inquired about the most noteworthy characters on the orc side, and of course he would not forget Gul'dan, known as the number one dangerous person.

But what's going on?

The opposite is not wanting to fight, it seems to be blocked by something.

"Wait a minute, this seems to be a death game on the soul. Of course, the opposite is not the real black hand chief and the real Gul'dan. However, unlike ordinary games, this seems to find reinforcements."

"Reinforcement?" Lothar snapped. "Where's our reinforcement?"

It wasn't just Lothar who was embarrassed, in fact Duke was aggressive.

Because the system actually reminded him, "This is a death game that bets on the soul. If you add more souls, you can have more extra reinforcements, which will undoubtedly increase your chances of victory. Now the ratio of rivals to us is 11 Than 89. "

by! This is clearly a big headwind!

Isn't this forcing me to recharge? Is it the kind of broken game that has no money to play your paralysis? Are you playing with me

The next moment, Duke punched his mouth decisively.

Because he saw the stuff he could use to recharge in the list that the system sprite projected on his retina.

Duke's facial muscles interpreted moodiness in just a few seconds.

"Eh, in fact, there are reinforcements, but they are a little affected by the appearance. Don't mind."

"As long as it's for victory, for Azeroth." Lothar has Superman's Quanda: "Anyway, we wouldn't be able to get here without you. Use any tricks."

As Duke tried to recruit those guys, a bright red glare warning text on the retina made Duke's head hurt.

"Warning! Warning! The 'pawns' you summon now are monsters that were killed by you. They are powerful and impersonal. If you let them enter the battlefield in this way, you will have a 99.99% chance to rebel and join the opposing party."

Nima, isn't this rocking yourself to Tintin?

"What's the solution?" Duke almost forced the System Genie in a swearing tone.

"Uh, you just need to inject them into your discipline, oh, humanity, and the other party will fully obey your instructions in this battle."

For a moment, Duke almost lost sight of it.

But he immediately felt the sight from all directions. The sight of Lothar, the sight of Garona, the sight of the elite soldiers, and even the sight of millions of humans.

Duke gritted his teeth: "For faith, recharge!"