The knights of Stormwind charged into the battlefield, and hundreds of Orcs were trampled to death by the iron hooves of the warhorses. Those who managed to dodge were hit by the knights' swords and hammers. There were not many of them, only about a thousand of them. However, their appearance accelerated the collapse of the Horde's frontline.
In this life, due to the participation of a certain someone, Lothar and Orgrim's direct confrontation was cut off.
Therefore, this was the first time the two of them had truly met each other.
This was not important. On the mysterious side, it was the great sixth sense that allowed them to sense each other.
On the ordinary side, it was a matter of aura.
Both of them were very eye-catching and powerful characters.
Lothar himself was a giant among the humans, and his strong physique was not inferior to that of ordinary Orc Warriors. It was destined that he could not ride those weak horses. When he became the commander of the Alliance, Terenas, in order to please him, gave him a batch of giant beast-class horses.
This giant warhorse was called [Light of Lordaeron]. Just its back alone was nearly two meters tall. Its legs were as thick as those of an elephant, and it weighed more than a ton. It had to eat at least four times the feed of an ordinary horse for a meal.
Matching its huge size was its astonishing endurance and explosive power. Even with 800 pounds of weight, it could still run at 90% of its speed for more than a kilometer.
Naturally, it was equipped with the best horse armor.
And Lothar, who was wearing a shiny silver armor, was naturally quite outstanding. With his physique, people would even believe that he was riding on an Orc Warrior from afar.
With a larger Stormwind Shield and a giant sword that emitted a dazzling golden light, anyone who looked at him would think that Anduin Lothar was a God of War who had descended to the mortal world.
Orgrim was not bad either.
Surrounded by a group of frenzied Ogres, the burly Orgrim swung a black hammer that emitted flames from time to time. His long tassels swung left and right as he swung the huge black hammer in his hand. Every time he swung the hammer, at least one Alliance soldier would be pulverized along with their armor. Their broken limbs and flesh would be ignited by the flames, turning into small meteors that fell onto the charred ground.
Unlike the rough and casual gait of an ordinary Orc Warrior, this Hercules moved swiftly and cautiously. Even though he was wearing a huge and heavy black plate armor, it did not affect his agility at all. This set of plate armor was also not an ordinary item. Even if it was hit by a sharp spear, the hard armor could still easily deflect the spear.
"Orgrim Doomhammer!"
"Anduin Lothar!"
Even though they were separated by a hundred meters, the two of them still recognized each other from afar and called out each other's names.
They smiled knowingly at the same time. This was the leader of the Alliance (Horde), and also the person they had always wanted to find. If they could defeat this person, the morale of the Alliance (Horde) would definitely collapse.
That's right, this person was the heaviest weight on the scales of victory!
"Go to hell!" Orgrim casually swung the black hammer that looked extremely heavy to the humans, and easily sent the upper body of a human soldier in front of him flying.
Ignoring the twitching corpse, Orgrim kicked the butt of an Orc Warrior in front of him, and kicked him away.
Seeing the massacre caused by Orgrim, Andoine clamped his horse's abdomen and charged into the battle.
A two-headed Ogre noticed Andoine, and he raised his huge hammer high up and smashed it down with all his might. Under the effect of the violent force, the hammer that was thicker than an adult's thigh cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Andoine did not even use his shield, nor did he change the direction of his beloved horse. The huge broad-bladed sword suddenly flashed, and the Ogre's two heads and shoulders were cut off.
Like a knife cutting through butter, Andoine led the Storm Royal Family's knights forward at a high speed. He waved his shining divine sword and swept away all the obstacles along the way like a raging wave.
From the beginning to the end, the supreme commander of the Alliance had his eyes firmly fixed on the Orc chief.
"Come!" Orgrim's arrogant roar almost pierced through the clouds.
His eyes did not leave Andoine either. Even though there was a fierce battle raging around him, any Alliance soldiers who tried to get close to him were either killed by Rexxar and the other Orcs with their fiercest momentum, or entangled by the other Orcs. Occasionally, one or two Warriors would rush to Orgrim, but after a flash of the black hammer, there would be no more.
Andoine's high-speed warhorse was very troublesome. Orgrim still remembered how the abominable 12 Paladins rushed past him and turned the tribe's formation upside down.
Orgrim decided to solve this problem immediately. Facing Andoine's high-speed charge, he swung his hammer in an undulating arc in the air.
How could a hammer be so light?
Andoine was indeed stunned for a moment.
Orgrim really did it. He wielded the [Hammer of Destruction] that weighed more than 100 kilograms like it was an embroidery needle.
In the next moment, the huge hammer head sped up and hit the horse's head. It was almost foreseeable that in the next second, the horse's head would be smashed by the terrifying hammer, and blood would flow out of its shattered skull. Then, the famous Rotterdam Kingdom horse would twitch and die.
Something amazing happened again. The intelligent warhorse suddenly raised its head and dodged the fatal blow by a hair's breadth. Then, the high-speed warhorse suddenly stopped on its hind legs and stood up on its forelegs. With lightning speed, it kicked Orgrim's chest.
"Argh …" Orgrim, who was caught off guard, was kicked and fell backward.
Andoine seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. [Quel 'Zaram] struck down like lightning. In the next moment, the dignified chief Orgrim was about to die in the hands of Andoine, the War God of the Alliance. In the blink of an eye, Rexxar arrived.
The two battle-axes that were stained with blood created two bolts of lightning in the void. One was aimed at Andoine's right abdomen, and the other at his chest.
"Hmph!" The muscles on Andoine's right arm that was wrapped in armor suddenly swelled. At this critical moment, the Quel 'Zaram that had already been struck had a fluctuation that seemed like it should not have.
"Clang! Clang! " Rexxar's axes were instantly cut into four pieces by the Quel 'Zaram.
Impossible!
Rexxar was at a disadvantage.
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