When he arrived at this huge hall, Lothar already had some memories. The floor tiles and wall decorations here were very similar to Medivh's study and bedroom. Based on an intuition, he knew that Medivh wasn't far from him.
As an old friend of Medivh for decades, he knew very well that there were many levels in Medivh's Mage Tower that could not be passed to the next level.
For the kingdom, for Laing, for the people, Lothar did not hesitate at all.
The current situation still made Lothar frown.
The difference in military strength was too great.
At some point, the chessboard had become a vast plain. Apart from the flat ground that was still filled with white and black squares, the place had expanded countless times.
It felt as if he had been pulled into another world.
There were at least 300 orcs in front of him.
They were more burly than the orcs he had seen with his own eyes, and the surface area of their bodies was also more covered. They waved their weapons, and their mouths were full of fangs as they panted heavily, emitting a terrifying aura. Lothar's subordinates were already tough enough. On average, they were 1.9 meters tall, which would be huge men in the Seven Kingdoms. But the opposite side was even more terrifying. On average, they were 2.5 meters tall.
In front of these guys, Lothar's elite soldiers could only reach their chests. Their body proportions were like that of an adult and a child.
Looking at the heavy weapons that easily weighed more than 50 kilograms, Lothar's elite soldiers couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
More importantly, Lothar saw more tooth ornaments on these orcs. He remembered Gahrona saying that only the bravest tribal warriors who had killed those recognized as powerful creatures alone were qualified to break off the fangs of those creatures and make them into ornaments to wear.
Lothar saw a large number of huge fang ornaments that were longer than a human palm …
"How is this possible …" Gahrona couldn't believe the scene in front of her. "Blackhand … and his personal guards?!"
"Blackhand? You mean the strongest orc tribe, Great Chief Blackhand? "
"Wait, you're … Lothar?"
Gahrona's appearance hadn't changed. Before they set off, Lothar had given her a suit of fine steel armor that only the elite warriors of Stormwind City were allowed to wear. However, she had changed from infantry to cavalry. She had clearly become a "horse" on the chessboard.
Lothar's subordinates all became chess pieces on the chessboard. His face was still his own, but his equipment was a little different. The feeling of the weapon was still the same.
There were two people who changed the most. One was Lothar. Because he was wearing the golden armor of the 'Laing' from the chessboard just now — the Shining Lion Armor with golden threads, the symbol of the king's identity, the full golden helmet that looked like a lion's mouth, and the gold-edged white cloak behind him. Other than Laing's King's Sword in his hand, this was exactly what King Laing would wear on the battlefield.
This kind of rebellious attire made Lothar feel extremely uncomfortable.
If Noxus was the only one who experienced such a change, he would probably die of shame.
For some reason, Noxus felt much better with someone accompanying him.
Duque.
He was wearing a scarf made of a soft white feather collar. The scarf was connected to a long cloak that reached the ground. Dressed in a clean and dry mage robe, Duke, who had an ordinary appearance, now looked like a scholar. The most eye-catching thing was that Duque was holding something that belonged to Medivh in his right hand — the artifact that symbolized the glory of the guardians, the staff Atiesh Guardian.
Well, it seemed that Andoine had taken the role of Laing, and Duque had become Medivh.
Duque glanced at his own attire and sighed softly. "Sigh, Sir Lothar, don't mind this appearance. This is an illusion brought about by magic. It doesn't mean anything. The people here are all good soldiers loyal to you, to Stormwind, and to the World of Azeroth. No one will blame you for this. Let's focus on the next battle. "
At this time, an existence that made Garona's entire body and soul tremble appeared.
It was an Orc that didn't look tall compared to the other Orcs.
He was hunched and wore a loose black robe. There were a few bone spikes on his back that pointed to the sky. There were a few Draenei skulls stuck on the bone spikes. He had terrible fangs with many rotten teeth, and a pair of eyes that emitted an evil green light.
"Gul 'dan …" Garona said the name that was almost taboo to her with a trembling voice.
Gul 'dan is here too?
Lothar raised his eyebrows and looked at the Orc Warlock who was dozens of steps away. Lothar had heard from Garona about the most noteworthy people among the Orcs. Of course, he wouldn't forget Gul 'dan, who was known as the most dangerous person.
However, what was going on in front of him?
It wasn't that the other party didn't want to fight, but that they seemed to be blocked by something.
"Wait a minute, this seems to be a death game with souls on the line. Of course, the other party isn't the real Blackhand Chief and the real Gul 'dan. However, it's different from ordinary games. It seems that we can get reinforcements. "
"Reinforcements?" Lothar was stunned. "Where do we get reinforcements from?"
Lothar wasn't the only one who was stunned. Duque was also stunned.
The System actually prompted him, "This is a death game with souls on the line. If you add more souls, you can have more reinforcements. This will undoubtedly increase your chances of winning. The current strength ratio is 11 to 89. "
Damn! This is clearly going against the wind!
Isn't this forcing me to top up? Is this another stupid game where I don't have money to play? Are you kidding me?
The next moment, Duque decisively slapped his own mouth.
This was because he saw on the list that the System Elf projected on his retina that he could use to top up.
The muscles on Duque's face showed what it meant to be temperamental in just a few seconds.
"Uh, actually there are reinforcements. It's just that they look a bit bad for the city. Don't mind them."
"As long as it's for victory, for Azeroth." Lothar was extremely magnanimous. "Anyway, without you, we probably wouldn't have made it here. If you have any tricks, just use them. "
Just as Duque was about to summon those guys, a bright red and dazzling warning text on his retina made Duque's head hurt.
"Warning! Warning! The 'chess pieces' that you've summoned are the monsters that you killed back then. They are powerful and inhumane. If you let them enter the battlefield, there's a 99.99% chance that they will rebel and join the enemy's camp. "
Damn, isn't this just throwing a rock at my penis?
"What's the solution?" Duque almost cursed at the System Elf.
"Uh, you just need to inject your integrity, oh, humanity into them, and they will completely listen to your instructions in this battle."
For a moment, Duque almost didn't want to top up.
But he immediately felt gazes from all directions. Lothar's gaze, Garona's gaze, the elite soldiers' gaze, and even the gazes of millions of humans.
Duque gritted his teeth. "For faith, top up!"
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