The boorish roars of the orcs and the uniform sound of the humans hitting their shields echoed throughout Stormwind City.
Everyone worshipped heroes. Even in a large-scale battle where individual strength was becoming weaker and weaker, this bloody and heroic battle still stimulated the adrenal glands of every spectator, causing them to secrete a substance called 'fanaticism'.
Only the true masters could see that the scales of victory were still slowly tilting towards the humans.
Orgrim was anxious.
The great chief, Blackhand, must die, but not by the hands of a human.
In a one-on-one duel to the death, how could the valiant and valiant orc chief die in the hands of a weak human?
That would be a humiliation, a humiliation for all orcs in the tribe.
Even if one day, the orcs conquered the entire planet of Azeroth, they would still be nailed to the pillar of shame, and this humiliation would be passed down. Even though he wanted Blackhand to die, Orgrim knew very well that at this moment, he and Blackhand had the same interests.
Suddenly, the great chief unleashed his ultimate move.
With a flip of his hand, he grabbed the two intact dragon skeletons that looked like crocodiles on his shoulder. The next moment, Blackhand threw the two skeletons out.
In less than a hundredth of a second, the skeletons that were made up of hundreds of joints exploded. In the blink of an eye, they turned into hundreds of fragmentation bombs that contained blazing fire elements and shot towards Lothar.
Lothar originally had the chance to dodge, but at this moment, Orgrim cheated.
"Good —" It sounded like Orgrim's adjutant was cheering for his boss.
Why did he have to use the 'Lion's Roar' to intimidate others? No! This was a warrior's [Fearbreaking Roar]!
The earth-shattering roar was at least 150 decibels, and it clearly affected Lothar.
Lothar's entire body trembled, and in that moment, Lothar lost the chance to dodge. It couldn't be helped at all. Even an experienced veteran like Noxus couldn't come up with a good remedy in a situation where he had lost the initiative.
Lothar gave up on dodging, knelt down on one knee, and took the hit with his shield.
"Tut, tut, tut, tut!" The barrage of attacks that were comparable to machine gun fire almost completely blew up Lothar's shield. After a round of Skeletons of Fire swept past, Lothar's shield became tattered, and light could be seen in several places. Fortunately, Lothar himself was not injured.
The consequences were severe. Noxus had completely lost the skill [Block].
"What are you doing?!" Laing, Bolvar, and a few other high-ranking generals let out similar angry shouts.
After Duque translated, Orgrim sneered, "I did not interfere! If a true warrior can't even withstand the cheers of the enemy, then he might as well die. "
His words almost drove Laing and the others crazy.
At this time, Duque suddenly showed the same sneer, "You mean to say that using words and sound to affect the enemies in the arena is not considered cheating!?"
Orgrim did not speak, which was undoubtedly a tacit agreement.
On the other side, Lothar was in a desperate situation.
In terms of absolute strength and speed, Black Hand was superior to Noxus. Having lost his shield and unable to dodge, Lothar could only use his longsword to parry Black Hand's attack. For Black Hand's hands that were comparable to heavy hammers, a longsword like a light weapon was at a disadvantage. Unless it was psychic, a longsword could never be more agile than one's own hands.
In the last incident where Medivh was killed, the King's Sword had used up a lot of power. Lothar calculated and could not use the power of the sword to chop off Black Hand's claws.
Lothar's face was cold.
Laing, Bolvar, and the others trembled all over. Laing almost wanted to shed all pretense of cordiality and let his subordinates do it. But in the end, they still focused their attention on Duque.
"Watch me throw the cup as a signal!" That was what Duque said.
Once again, Black Hand forced Lothar into a corner.
It was a corner of the square, with towering marble walls on both sides. There was no way to dodge at all.
"Anduin Lothar, I will remember your name. But, go to hell — —" The Great Chief let out a roar of victory.
At this second, the cheers of the Orcs reached their peak. The blazing cheers almost overturned the clouds in the sky.
They shouted the greatness of the Great Chief and praised Black Hand's bravery.
As long as the number one human warrior was killed, the human Great Chief's head would be at their fingertips. This symbolized that the invincible Orcs had once again conquered the weak foreign races!
Supreme glory!
The best [Makgora]!
In the next moment, the Great Chief's hands would shoot out like lightning with blazing heat and the whistle of death.
That would be the death of Lothar! [Makgora]'s failure! The entire Stormwind and the possible future failure of the 'Alliance'.
Without Lothar, there would be no such thing as a descendant of Great Emperor Saladin, and it was still a question whether the Seven Kingdoms would still be united.
At this moment, even Lothar's handsome face lost all color.
Every human watching the battle clenched their fists.
At this critical moment, Duque's light words entered the ears of the Great Chief.
"If I tell you that the Shadow Council sent someone to kill Orgrim's good friend, Durotan, and that Orgrim is plotting to overthrow you, the Great Chieftain, and that as long as you find out the location of the Shadow Council from Garona, who he captured, he'll kill you and wipe out the Shadow Council that killed his good friend. What would you think? Great Chief … "
At this critical moment, Duque would not have said such a long sentence. But Duque finished his sentence in an instant.
This was a technique that Pharaoh specialized in [Repetition of Incantations].
Extract all the important syllables from a long sentence and compress them into one, making a long incantation into a short paragraph.
Of course, the sound produced was equivalent to pressing dozens of keys on a piano at the same time. With human hearing, it was impossible to distinguish this noise.
And most [Repetition of Incantations] only reduced a three-second incantation to one second. This was already very impressive.
Duque had the System Elf. This Greatest King System could make the impossible possible.
A long paragraph was forcibly compressed into a single note.
However, as the receiver, Great Chief Blackhand heard every word clearly.
As Gul 'dan's hardcore, as a puppet among puppets, he was a model example of someone who would help others pay for using him. The Great Chief was furious and suddenly turned his head to look at Ogrim.
"Ogrim! Ahh- "
Lothar did not know why Blackhand was in a daze, but it did not stop Lothar from sliding between Blackhand's legs and slashing at the forked part of Blackhand's thigh.
There was a kind of pain in the world called pain in the balls, also known as the most painful pain for men.
Blackhand could not control his body at all and bent over in pain. In the next second, seeing that there was no time to lose, Lothar beautifully pierced through Blackhand's chest from behind.
The dignified King's Sword was once again used as a backstab, the sharp blade piercing through Blackhand's chest.
But Blackhand did not care. He pointed at Ogrim and let out the last roar of his life, "You traitor —"
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