The Second Empire of Azeroth

Not far away, several Thunderfire Warriors struggled to their feet.

They were filled with lingering fear; had they not been far from the center of the explosion, they wouldn't have had any chance of survival.

Even so, they were seriously injured.

They glanced at Roger and Aurelia, clearly recognizing their identities.

So, they planned to quietly leave the battlefield and retreat back to Blackrock Spire.

However, before they could take a step, they were grasped by a giant Arcane Hand.

Roger's scarlet eyes were filled with rage.

He opened his right hand and clenched it fiercely, instantly crushing the Thunderfire Warriors into meat paste with the Arcane Hand.

Aurelia looked at him with concern, "Roger…"

Roger reached out and touched Aurelia's face, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

He turned his head and looked towards Rend Blackhand, who was battling Turalyon, and suddenly disappeared from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was already amidst Rend Blackhand's flames and lightning.

A mana shield blocked the attack of the flames and lightning, and Roger kicked Rend Blackhand away.

Turalyon stopped his attack, looking in astonishment at Roger, this uninvited guest.

Rend Blackhand got up from the ground and said mockingly, "What? Trying to gang up on me?

Is this the warrior's honor of you humans?"

"But I must see this guy's corpse!"

"I doubt that will happen!"

Roger sneered as he looked at Rend Blackhand.

"Orc, don't you worship Maggora?

I will let you die in your revered Maggora."

As he spoke, Roger threw out a Red Dragon Sword, which was John's weapon.

Rend Blackhand looked at Roger amusingly, "Haha—"

"I know you, Rogers Keisham, the Orc Slayer praised by humans, the stealer of the Fireblade swordsman's inheritance.

You really don't think that after obtaining the Fireblade swordsman's inheritance, you can defeat me, do you?

I am a powerful warrior from the Blackrock clan, and now I possess such great power.

You actually abandoned the advantage of magic and want to engage in Maggora with me; you're simply courting death."

Roger calmly drew the Demonbane Sword, "You overestimate yourself too much.

Oh right, from now on, I will change my last name to Orcslayer until the Orcs are exterminated."

"Hahaha—"

Rend Blackhand couldn't suppress his laughter; he had never seen such a foolish enemy.

However, since the enemy was offering himself up to die, how could he possibly refuse?

"Good! I accept your challenge!"

Rend Blackhand, holding two giant swords, launched a charge towards Roger.

He wanted to kill Roger as quickly as possible; after all, there were still tens of thousands of human troops that he needed to defeat!

Roger watched Rend Blackhand's giant swords coming down, immediately dodged to the side, and with a thrust of the Demonbane Sword, left a wound on Rend Blackhand's arm.

Rend Blackhand didn't care about this small wound; he swept his giant swords horizontally, attacking Roger again.

Roger remained calm, dodging while counterattacking again, still leaving a small wound on Rend Blackhand's body.

Before long, Rend Blackhand had more than twenty wounds on his body; the blood flowing from so many wounds stained half of Rend Blackhand's body, making him look like a blood-soaked man.

Rend Blackhand finally realized the difference between him and Roger; his powerful strength was completely useless in front of Roger because he simply couldn't attack Roger.

If Roger hadn't intentionally been toying with him, he would have been killed by Roger long ago.

Damn it, how is this guy so powerful?

It's all the Fireblade Clan's fault; they couldn't even protect their own inheritance and actually let this human learn it.

The terror of Grandmaster-level Wuji Swordsmanship is such.

The strengthened Rend Blackhand was already far stronger than a normal hero, but even so, he still lost in the face of Wuji Swordsmanship.

Rend Blackhand attributed this to the Fireblade Clan's inheritance, but in reality, Wuji Swordsmanship was far superior to the Fireblade Clan's swordsmanship.

In terms of martial skills alone, Wuji Swordsmanship was number one in the world.

Rend Blackhand launched another attack, but there was nothing he could do to Roger.

As blood flowed, he began to feel dizzy; Rend Blackhand knew that he couldn't continue like this.

He didn't want to die from excessive blood loss; that kind of death was simply a warrior's shame.

So, he violently activated the power of flame and lightning within his body, even if it violated the sanctity of Maggora, he had to do it.

Roger dodged the bombardment of lightning, saying without surprise, "I've been waiting for you to do this!"

Rend Blackhand's face turned pale and then white; Roger's understated words shamed him more than any insulting words.

He roared, unleashing a warcry while also casting Bloodlust on himself.

He had to kill Roger, so that he could preserve his face.

If he couldn't kill Roger even under such circumstances, then no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be qualified to become the Warchief of the Horde.

With all the buffs stacked, Rend Blackhand frantically attacked Roger; every strike carried flames and lightning.

As long as even a bit of it touched Roger, Rend Blackhand was confident that he could take the opportunity to kill him.

Roger scoffed, and the Demonbane Sword instantly touched the flames and lightning; the wildly surging flames and lightning disappeared without a trace the moment they came into contact with the Demonbane Sword.

Rend Blackhand looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, not understanding what was going on.

Roger took advantage of his dazed state and slashed his sword across his thigh, severing his hamstring.

Rend Blackhand staggered and knelt on the ground, his astonishment turning into horror.

The power of magic had no effect on Roger; then wouldn't that mean that he was now at Roger's mercy?

He guessed correctly!

Roger severed his other hamstring with another sword, then dodged his dying struggle before saying, "Why do you think I used this sword?

It's to prevent you from using the power of the elements."

He slashed the tendons of Rend Blackhand's hands with his sword, "Otherwise, I would have used the dullest weapon to make you experience more pain."

He severed the last tendons of Rend Blackhand's hands, "How much slaughter have the Orcs caused?

I don't need to list them one by one, do I?"

He cut off Rend's ear with a sword, "This is for my father!"

He cut off Rend's other ear with another sword, "This is for my mother!"

Another sword, "This is for John!"

Another sword, "This is for Sir Lothar!"

Another sword, "This is for Messner!"

Another sword, "This is for Lyon!"

Another sword, "This is for Ghana!"

Another sword, "This is for Karakel!"

Another sword…

Roger forcibly shaved off all the flesh from Rend Blackhand's body, leaving only a skeleton.

Then, he used arcane magic to conjure flames and burned Rend Blackhand's corpse to ashes, scattering them in the wind.

Even a thousand cuts and ten thousand pieces, crushing bones and scattering ashes, were still not enough to relieve Roger's hatred.