Stormwind God

Such a pig-like teammate, seeing Lothar and his soldiers frown, is worse than a farmer who has no combat experience and holds a pitchfork. If it wasn't for the cannon fodder found by Duke, they would have been scolding their mother.

After just two minutes, the situation changed again.

The orcs are in chaos.

After the orc drank the blood of the demon, the body of every green-skin orc contained extremely wild factors. Even if this is a simulated battle brought by chess levels, it really reflects this.

After a brief confrontation, the guards of the Blackhand Chieftain wielded heavy weapons and killed the Murloc. However, when they were preparing to kill and kill, they encountered Grayscale Naga entering the battlefield.

The male Greyscale Naga is not a high-ranking unit, but they rely on the strong muscles and better weapons of the orcs. Although they are still at a disadvantage, they have successfully attracted the orcs' attention.

At this time, under Duke's mental control.

Uncle Hogg, who had died tragically under Duke, killed his left wing with his younger brothers.

Duke suddenly had an inexplicable sense of joy. Because of the increase in demon power, Uncle Hogg and his younger brothers who had almost taught Duke to become a human grew up and became so burly.

Now when the system prompts that Hogg's soul can be put in, Duke is still a little worried, I don't know if this will remove the garbage version of the werewolf after the power of the demon. You know that the original wolves were less than one meter tall. If this body shape is against an orc, it is really more than a mole.

Fortunately, Duke got an enhanced version of Hogg, and he invested in an enhanced version.

These wolves were more burly than the mermaids, relying on superior agility, they successfully entangled hundreds of chieftain guards. Even if the subordinates of the black hand are more powerful, it is difficult to gain the upper hand for a while.

Lothar and Duke looked at each other.

The so-called heroes see similar things, and they know that-the opportunity is here.

"For glory! Rush--"

Lothar waved the sword of the King and launched his charge.

Male lions are rarely involved in hunting, most of the time hunting for the lions falls on the lioness. Few people know that when the lazy lion attacked all day, the momentum was so terrible.

Lothar's charge was not fast. No adjectives like the off-string arrow could be used on him.

But Lothar's onslaught gave people a landslide, like a flash flood, an unstoppable landslide.

The sound of heavy, solid footsteps was powerful. Naturally a little wavy hair, blown by the wind like a mane raised by a lion, giving an explosive beauty of power.

Getting closer.

Lothar could see clearly every hair on the face of the orc's guard who reacted, and the teeth on each fang in his gasping mouth looked so different. He even felt that he could smell the stench in the orc's mouth.

"Drink—" Lothar made a small jump, and the whole man snapped like a lion, holding his shield and slamming into the middle of the orc's guard.

In the eyes of the elite soldiers who followed Lothar's charge at that moment, their most beloved Sir Lothar seemed to be the embodiment of the God of War, a symbol of invincibility. Following Lothar's back, looking at the cloak embroidered with the emblem of the Storm Kingdom behind Lothar, he felt that he was fighting with the **** of victory.

A burst of blood surged into my heart, making every corner of the soldiers' blood boil for them.

Just a short blink of an eye, Lothar had killed three orcs to guard him.

From the outsiders' point of view, they counterattacked swiftly. In the eyes of Lothar, it was as ridiculous as a clown in slow motion.

Stab swords, draw swords, and deadly attacks are almost done between light and flint.

The weaker fighters couldn't even see how Lothar cut the blade of the sword into the orc's throat. If Lothar's attack is still to be traced, Garona's attack is even more bizarre and swift.

No one can see how Garona shot. Seeing only this petite female half-orc figure appearing relative to the orc, it must be accompanied by several surrounding orcs holding their vitals and blood falling from their fingers.

Lothar and Garona, the combination of them, is the most dazzling flag in the eyes of the Stormwind fighters.

No, there is another dazzling banner-Duke!

Thirty-six mage hands appeared out of thin air, shining arcane missiles pierced through the void, pouring down like storms on the orc guards who tried to encircle and destroy Lothar.

Not only missiles, but also endless lightning.

The frequency of lightning was so high that it was almost forgotten whether Duke used arcane missiles or thunderbolts.

Duke's spell skills are so superb, he even used dazzling spell shooting to shoot down the rain of fire that Gul'dan tried to hit Lothar.

The confrontation of arcane, lightning and flames formed a magnificent spectacle over the battlefield.

Duke's accurate cover made Lothar keep in mind that there was only one chance. Once in a siege, the inferior human side would only drown in the fury sea of ​​orcs and face the destruction in despair.

The performance of the three of them made these elites of the Storm Kingdom almost forget time and space, and subconsciously locked their eyes on them. It was not until the first orc warrior being slashed sent a painful sorrow after slaying the gods that they returned to God and faced the battle of life and soul with the greatest concentration of attention.

Somehow, the soldiers had a fiery passion in their chests, and they couldn't wait to end the battle with victory, and then dictated the three legendary heroes to their robes, loved ones, and everyone who was concerned about the world of Azeroth. presence.

Lothar pulled out his long sword, and the last orc guard in front of him uttered an angry and desperate scream. When the burly body like a wall fell suddenly, there was no gap between Lothar and the chief black hand.

On the battlefield, it was quiet for a while.

Another burly orcish-skinned orc with explosive muscles appeared.

He held up a huge warhammer to Garona: "The king is against the king! Will be against the general! Traitor Garona, your opponent is me-Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction."

Next to him, Gul'dan held the infamous skull wand and pointed Duke far away: "Boy, your opponent is my Gul'dan."

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and the breath breathing in his chest seemed to have a certain intense taste. He doesn't know what will happen in this chess space. He only knew that in this group of people, only he could fight against Gul'dan.

"Come!"