Lothar leisurely walked down the stairs. His metal boots stepped on the marble stairs, making a clanking sound.
"It doesn't feel good to be looked down upon. Did I not kill enough orcs on the battlefield?" Lothar mocked himself as he walked.
"Later, you can hold Black Hand's head and look down on the orcs." Duque was the one who orchestrated all of this. He let Black Hand fight Lothar, who shouldn't be fighting now, but Duque was full of confidence.
In the original 'history', Black Hand died a rather useless death.
After Orgrim used torture to get the location of the Shadow Council, Orgrim decisively challenged [Makgora] under the witness of thousands of Orcs.
In that duel, Black Hand had the absolute upper hand. The huge rock hand completely ignored Orgrim's hammer and easily beat Orgrim up. However, the cunning Orgrim suddenly made his move. During the duel, he suddenly looked behind Black Hand in shock as if he saw Gul 'dan. His mouth also seemed to say "Gul' dan."
Black Hand, who was all brawn and no brains, actually believed it. That moment of distraction immediately gave Orgrim the chance to smash his head with his hammer.
Haha!
The great chief Black Hand might be really powerful, but Black Hand was a brainless child … If Lothar really couldn't beat him, then Lothar's name should be written backwards as Salo Induan.
Hmm, it had nothing to do with the honest, righteous, and heroic young man Duque.
"Ahhhhh —"
The orc guard charged. Once that huge body charged, it was no different from a charging rhinoceros. That kind of terrifying pressure would make a timid person pee in their pants.
Close!
Close!
Even closer!
The huge double-edged battle-axe suddenly chopped down. Under the moonlight, it created a cold arc. It was a terrifying force that could split a grown man, along with his shield, into two halves from head to toe.
However, Lothar used a 'Marseille Spin'.
Forgive Duque for using a football term to describe Lothar.
However, after seeing through the enemy's simple and brutal attack route, Lothar instantly made a gorgeous turn. This action reminded Duque of Zidane …
It was equally dashing and full of artistic beauty.
Noxus turned around with his left leg as a fulcrum and easily dodged the thunderous axe strike. He then held his sword in a reverse grip and gently pushed it forward as if he was playing with a sword. The sharp King's Sword pierced through the gap between the Orc Guard's helmet and armor as he turned slightly to the right.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The blade of the sword pierced through the Orc guard's jaw without any resistance and went straight through his brain.
Until the moment of his death, the orc's eyes were still filled with confusion and shock.
Lothar's long hair, which was fluttering due to the rapid rotation, lay meekly on his shoulder under the effect of gravity.
He easily killed the enemy, and his hair was not messed up.
Handsome!
So cool!
Furthermore, it was an instant kill!
He gently pulled out his sword and let the dead Orc's huge body fall with a loud bang. Blood spurted out from behind him. Noxus swung his sword and the dirty blood beads fell on the floor tiles.
Lothar walked slowly toward Black Hand.
One step, another, and another.
With every step he took, his unparalleled domineering aura became stronger.
"Sssss …" The Orcs gasped in unison.
They had the same thought: This guy is indeed worthy of being the best human warrior.
"Hahaha!" The chief Black Hand let out a burst of hearty laughter.
He was not the slightest bit angry because of the death of his guard. Instead, Lothar's gorgeous steps attracted his attention. Pushing aside the guards in front of him, Black Hand strode forward proudly.
"Hahahaha! Not bad! You're not bad! Indeed, you're qualified to challenge me. "
Duque's translator said, "Andoine, this arrogant guy has agreed to fight you."
Lothar stood 10 meters away from Black Hand and smiled. "Duque, tell this guy to smile more while he can. I don't want him to still have that ugly smile on his face when I cut off his head."
Duque translated.
Black Hand didn't care at all. Mocking each other before the battle started was definitely a part of the duel. "Tell this human warrior that as long as it's a warrior's head, I will preserve it well."
Before Duque could translate, Lothar had already cursed, "You can deal with the harsh words yourself. God knows if he'll think that I'm going to kiss his shoes if I call him a coward. "
"Orcs don't wear shoes." Duque shrugged.
Lothar rolled his eyes at Duque. Duque said helplessly, "Alright."
"Black Hand! We humans are much more civilized than you. Lothar said that he'll cut off your head and seal it in ice to ensure that it's fresh and intact. "
If any humans knew that Duque had translated it like that, they would definitely complain, "How civilized can that be?"
However, the orcs did not care.
Perhaps, it was the strong enemy killed by [Makgora] that had the value of preserving the enemy's head.
At this time, Orgrim held the Blackrock clan's flag with one hand and strode forward, handing it to Black Hand.
The great chief seemed to casually throw the flag on the ground. He looked straight at Lothar, then at Duque.
Duque understood.
"Your Majesty, the orcs throwing the flag means that they're sacrificing the glory of the entire clan. For the duel to stand, we have to do the same. "
Laing nodded. A flag-bearer behind him walked down the stairs with his chest puffed out. He handed the golden lion flag with a blue background and golden edges to Lothar, who had sheathed his sword.
Lothar took the flag and threw it out as well. It happened to be on top of the Blackrock clan's flag.
Of course, the orcs did not realize Lothar's intentions.
"Makgora!" Orgrim raised his arms and shouted. His voice was like thunder.
Orgrim's roar was followed by hundreds of thousands of orcs. In an instant, thousands of orcs shouted in unison, "Makgora —"
"Huu — Huu — Huu — Huu —" Every orc raised and put down their weapons, making a primal and heroic sound.
Of course, Stormwind would not back down. King Laing stood up resolutely. He held his shield in his left hand and slammed the King's Sword on the shield.
"Bang — Bang — Bang — Bang —" Thousands of royal guards did the same action.
Cold light flashed. Every lion emblem on the shield looked like a ferocious lion roaring. The warriors of Stormwind used this method to create an aura that was not any weaker than the horde's.
In the air, it was as if thousands of swords and axes were clashing fiercely.
Invisible sword shadows filled every corner of the night sky.
"Come —" Lothar drew his sword again. Under the strong night wind, his hair fluttered in the wind. From afar, Lothar's hair looked like a lion's mane.
"Ha!" The Great Tribal Chief strode toward Lothar with heavy steps that shook the heavens and earth …
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
