Windsor was the second one to go up.
After the battle with the demons, Windsor felt like he had been reborn. Especially in terms of experience against large enemies, he and the elite soldiers who came back from Karazhan had extraordinary strength that surpassed ordinary elites.
He thought he could do it.
Although he was surprised by the bravery of this red-skinned Orc who was different from the other Orcs, he still raised his shield and charged forward. The [King's Protector] in his right hand emitted a piercing cold light.
He had underestimated Orgrim.
Windsor could not have known that he was facing the future chief of the Horde. In this period of time, the number one warrior of the Horde, and even in 'history', it was Orgrim who personally killed the Azeroth Lion Anduin Lothar in the final battle.
If he knew that this was not an opponent he could deal with, he might have used a completely different strategy.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in life.
From his point of view, anyone who used heavy weapons would definitely be slow, clumsy fellows that were full of openings. So, he charged forward at high speed.
Windsor was wrong, very wrong. After Orgrim smashed the royal guard to death with his hammer, the muscles on his arms suddenly swelled. On his exposed skin, red veins snaked out like a dragon's beard. That was a force beyond the imagination of mortals. Orgrim's [Hammer of Destruction] bounced up on its own and swept towards Windsor like a storm.
Boom! Although Windsor was holding a shield and the hammer hit the shield, the terrifying force of a giant, measured in tons, was not something a mortal could defend against. Windsor's left arm was instantly deformed, and there were many fractures.
The huge force even injured his lungs. After he was sent flying, he was already bleeding from his mouth and nose before he even landed on the ground. He was on the verge of death.
Behind Orgrim, the ferocious Orcs killed all the standing human warriors in the hall like they were chopping vegetables.
Between the wooden queen and Orgrim, there was only Varian, who was trembling and holding a dagger in his hand.
A tear finally rolled down the queen's beautiful face. It was pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Orgrim walked over with his hammer on his shoulder. Every step he took made the ground shake.
"You're the woman of the human Great Chief?" Orgrim spoke in Orc language.
The queen didn't understand everything, but after interacting with Garona a while ago, she at least understood the word "Great Chief." The queen puffed out her chest and said in fluent human language, "I am the Queen of Stormwind. If you want my husband's life, I'm sorry, but he's on his way. But if you want to kill me and my child, you can do it now! "
Orgrim did not understand the human language, but he admired the courage of this human female. Not only her, but also that human brat. From the initial timidity, he found his courage amidst extreme fear. Even though the little guy was only holding a dagger, Orgrim knew that the little guy was about to attack.
"Ahhhhh!" William roared as he rushed forward and stabbed his dagger.
However, it was of no use. The brave Varian was flicked away by Orgrim's finger.
"No —"
There was no longer a barrier between his most respected mother and that cruel Orc. He couldn't imagine how that cruel and terrifying Orc would treat his mother.
Either outcome was something that William didn't want to see.
"Is there anyone else?!"
"Is there anyone else?"
"Who can save my mother!? Save Stormwind!? "
William's young but handsome face contorted in pain. Tears flowed down his face as he bawled. All he could see were women and children. They were all cowering in fear, trying to delay the arrival of death.
He actually prayed to this group of people in despair!?
William was in despair. He almost gave up and shouted, "Uncle Andoine, aren't you the Guardian of the Kingdom? Brother Duque, aren't you the Super Mage who's going to surpass Medivh? The Kingdom is in danger! My mother is in danger!? Where are all of you!? "
Although he didn't understand, Orgrim had a mocking expression on his face. Just as he was about to say something, a magical radiance suddenly lit up in front of him.
"Yo, who called me just now? Is it you? Your Royal Highness. " A male voice with a hint of mockery suddenly sounded in the air and echoed in the hall.
Orgrim hated magic.
But at this moment, he kind of wished that there was a Shaman or even a Warlock by his side.
A bright blue radiance flashed, and a young man wearing the mage robe of the Royal Mage Legion of Stormwind suddenly appeared. He stood between the Queen, William, and Orgrim.
Unexpectedly, the moment he opened his mouth, the young man actually spoke in the standard Orc language!
"Orgrim Doomhammer, this is not a place you should be. Get lost!" The thunderous roar stunned Orgrim.
The next second, the man raised his right hand high, and a spiraling flame storm immediately swept towards all the Orc Warriors standing near the entrance of the hall.
[Dragon Breath]?
No! How could there be such a large-scale [Dragon Breath]!?
The roaring flame dragon almost filled the six-meter-wide and ten-meter-tall entrance of the hall. Even William, who was behind Duque, could feel the terrifying power of the flames that could incinerate everything. Not to mention Orgrim who was facing this heavy blow.
Without any hesitation, Orgrim directly smashed his hammer on the floor. From the cracks in the marble floor, a destructive flame that was completely different from the [Dragon Breath] collided with the [Dragon Breath].
That was the power of the [Doomhammer]!
When the two forces collided, Orgrim actually managed to block it for a moment. But in the next moment, the young mage stretched out his left hand and made a horse stance.
A huge azure arcane energy fist that was taller than a human appeared out of thin air. It passed through the flames of the dragon breath and smashed into Orgrim's body.
"Woo —" Caught off guard, Orgrim was directly sent flying.
Go back to where you came from!
The rest of the Orcs were directly burned into charcoal, and the entire hall was filled with the unpleasant smell of burnt flesh.
For a moment, the entire throne room was silent.
Who was this young mage from the Royal Mage Legion?
After fighting for so long, the Royal Mage Legion was almost dead. There used to be more than a hundred of them, but they were completely at a disadvantage against the Orc Warlocks. Only a mere twenty of them were still alive. The queen recognized every single one of them, and she clearly remembered that they were all brought to the southern outer city wall by Laing.
Who … is he?
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