Lothar and his soldiers frowned at this pig-like teammate. It was worse than a farmer with a pitchfork who had no combat experience at all. If they didn't know that this was Duque's cannon fodder, they would probably be cursing.
Two minutes later, the situation changed again.
The Orcs' formation was in chaos.
After the Orcs drank the demon's blood, every green-skinned Orc had extremely wild genes in their bodies. Even though this was a simulation brought by the chess checkpoint, it reflected this fact.
After a short confrontation, the guards of the great chief brandished their heavy weapons and charged into the murlocs. However, when they were ready to kill, they encountered the Grey-scaled Nagas.
The male Grey-scaled Nagas were not high-level soldiers, but they relied on their strong muscles and better weapons that were not inferior to the Orcs. Although they were still at a disadvantage, they succeeded in attracting the attention of the Orcs.
At this time, under Duque's mind control.
Hogg, who had died tragically in Duque's hands, led his underlings to attack from the left.
Duque suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy. Because of the addition of the demon's power, Hogg and his underlings, who had almost taught Duque how to be a human, all grew bigger and became so burly.
Now, when the system prompted that Hogg's soul could be inserted, Duque was a little worried. He didn't know if this was a trash version of the Gnoll without the demon's power. One had to know that the original Gnoll was less than a meter tall. This kind of body size was really worse than whack-a-mole against the Orcs.
Fortunately, Duque had an enhanced version of Hogg, and the soul he had invested was also an enhanced version.
These Gnolls, who were more burly than the murlocs, relied on their superior agility to successfully entangle more than a hundred of the great chief's guards. Even though Blackhand's direct subordinates were stronger, they couldn't gain the upper hand for a while.
Lothar and Duque looked at each other.
As the saying goes, great minds think alike. They knew that the opportunity had come.
"For glory! Charge — "
Lothar waved the King's Sword and charged.
Male lions rarely participated in hunting. Most of the time, the task of hunting for the lions fell to the lionesses. Very few people knew that when a lion that was lazy all day attacked, its aura was so terrifying.
Lothar's charge wasn't fast. He was like an arrow that had just left the bow.
However, Lothar's charge gave off an unstoppable feeling that the mountains were collapsing and the earth was cracking.
The heavy and firm footsteps were sonorous and forceful. His naturally wavy hair was like a lion's mane in the strong wind, giving people an explosive sense of beauty.
It was getting closer and closer.
Noxus could clearly see every single strand of hair on the face of the Orc Imperial Guard. He was panting heavily, and every single tooth on his mouth was so unconventional. He even vaguely felt that he could smell the foul breath of the Orcs' mouths.
"Haa —" Lothar leaped forward like a lion pouncing on its prey. He raised his shield and charged into the middle of the Orc Royal Guards.
At that moment, in the eyes of the elite soldiers who were charging with Lothar, their beloved Sir Lothar seemed to be the incarnation of the God of War and the symbol of invincibility. Following Lothar's back and looking at the cloak embroidered with the emblem of Stormwind on Lothar's back, they felt like they were fighting with the God of Victory.
A surge of hot blood surged into their hearts, causing every corner of the warriors' bodies to boil.
In the blink of an eye, Lothar had already killed three Orc Royal Guards.
Their extremely swift counterattack in the eyes of outsiders was as laughable as clowns in slow motion in Lothar's eyes.
Thrusting the sword, drawing the sword, and the fatal attack were completed in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint.
The weaker warriors couldn't even see how Lothar cut the Orc's throat with the blade of his longsword. If Lothar's attack was still traceable, Gahrona's attack was even more strange and swift.
No one could see how Gahrona attacked. The appearance of this female Half-Orc, who was petite compared to the Orcs, was bound to be accompanied by the scene of several Orcs covering their vitals and falling to the ground with blood gushing out of their fingers.
The combination of Lothar and Gahrona was the most dazzling flag in the eyes of the warriors of Stormwind.
No, there was another dazzling flag — Duque!
Thirty-six Hands of Magic appeared out of thin air, and shining Arcane Missiles tore through the void and poured down like a storm on the Orc Royal Guards who were trying to surround and annihilate Lothar.
Not only the missiles, but there was also an endless stream of lightning.
The frequency of the lightning was so high that it almost made people forget whether Duque was using Arcane Missiles or Thunderbolt.
Duque's magic skills were so superb that he even used dazzling spells to shoot down Gul 'dan's Rain of Fire that was trying to hit Lothar.
The collision of arcane spells, lightning, and flames formed a magnificent scene in the sky above the battlefield.
Duque's extremely accurate cover made Lothar remember that there was only one chance. Once they were surrounded, the humans at a disadvantage would only be drowned in the raging sea of Orcs and face destruction in despair.
The performance of the three made the elites of Stormwind almost forget time and space, and subconsciously locked their eyes on the three of them. They only came back to their senses when the first Orc Warrior who was struck let out a pained wail. They focused all their attention on this battle where their lives and souls were on the line.
For some reason, there was a burning passion in the chests of the warriors. They couldn't wait to end this battle with victory, and then tell the heroic deeds of these three Legends to their comrades, relatives, and everyone who paid attention to the World of Azeroth.
Lothar pulled out his longsword, and the last Orc Royal Guard in front of him let out an angry and desperate scream. When the burly body that was like a wall collapsed, there was no longer any barrier between Lothar and the Great Chief's Black Hand.
The battlefield instantly fell silent.
Another tall and burly orc with reddish-brown skin with explosive muscles appeared.
He raised his huge war hammer high and waved it at Garona. "King against King! General against General! Traitor Garona, your opponent is me — Orgrim Doomhammer. "
Beside him, Gul 'dan leaned on the infamous skull staff and pointed at Duque from afar. "Kid, your opponent is me, Gul' dan."
Duque's pupils suddenly shrank, and the breath in his chest seemed to carry a certain excitement. He didn't know what the situation in this chess space would be like. He only knew that in this group of people, only he could fight against Gul 'dan.
"Come!"
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