If Grom Hellroar, who had fought many battles in the Silverpine Forest, was fighting Andoine, he would definitely not be so careless.
Only a true high-grade epic weapon could barely avoid being cut in half by Quel 'Zaram. Hence, Bloodhowl was only a passing grade.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs. Even Grom himself was hiding in the depths of the Tirisfal Woodland. Not only could the tribe not find him, even the Alliance could not find him.
No one informed the tribes at the eastern front. Andoine's combat power was terrifying. During the first War of the Dark Portal, when the tribe was fighting Stormwind, there were no famous chiefs who fought with Andoine.
Rexxar, who did not receive any news, was at a great disadvantage.
If it wasn't for Lexxar straightening his waist at the last moment and dodging backwards like an iron bridge, no matter how strong Lexxar's physique was, he would have been cut in half diagonally.
The result of this attack was a terrifying wound that was more than a meter long and 30 centimeters deep. It went from Rexxar's left shoulder to his chest and right abdomen. It looked like Rexxar's intestines had been cut open and he was dead.
That was only for ordinary humans and orcs. For Rexxar, who had inherited the bloodline of the Ogres, his chest and abdomen muscles were twice as thick as steak. Although the sword was very painful and he would definitely lose his combat power, it was not enough to kill him.
"Rexxar!" Orgrim roared. Even though his body was falling backward, he could still move his muscles and hit the horse's left foreleg with a backhand hammer.
The Light of Lordaeron let out a shrill neigh in pain. Andoine immediately realized that the horse was about to die. After all, warhorses were not Gryphons. They did not have such tenacious vitality and powerful combat power. Orgrim did not use all his strength, but it was enough to temporarily cripple the warhorse.
Andoine jumped up from the stirrups and got off the horse with a gorgeous somersault. He did not forget to pat the horse's buttocks when he dismounted, meaning that his beloved horse should take care of itself.
The royal knights and the Ogre guards were in a mess. Intentionally or unintentionally, only Andoine was left facing Orgrim.
The battle around them seemed to have faded away from their world. This was a pinnacle showdown left for the supreme leaders of both sides. The two big shots raised their weapons at the same time.
On one side was the Storm Greatsword [Quel 'Zaram] engraved with golden runes.
On the other side was the black hammer [Hammer of Destruction] that Kieran fished out from the lava of the volcano.
Then, in an instant, they collided without saying a word. They only had one goal — to kill each other and put an end to this ore war.
This was destined to be a difficult battle.
Anduin Lothar was a tall, burly man. His physique was similar to that of an orc warrior from a second-rate clan.
On the other hand, Orgrim was taller, stronger, and younger. Although Lothar was at a disadvantage in terms of age and speed, his experience and skills made up for it.
In the past, Orgrim did not understand why the former Great Chief Blackhand would die in Lothar's hands despite the huge difference in physique and speed. Even with Duque's schemes, ordinary humans would not be able to survive such terrifying power and speed.
But now, Orgrim knew.
The first to attack was Orgrim. No matter when he swung his giant hammer, there would be a shrill whistle. The weak-willed opponent would be stunned by this, and of course, the price was his life.
That was a hammer that was fully exerted. Starting from the front foot, from the bottom up, a power that came from the earth pierced through Orgrim's toned thigh muscles, his chest muscles that were tougher than springs, and his right upper arm that was expanding to the point of exploding.
With perfect strength, [Hammer of Destruction] was like a comet that fell from the Nine Heavens. In Lothar's field of vision, it was zooming in at an extremely fast speed.
Lothar didn't block it. He carefully stepped forward and nimbly dodged to the left. The hammerhead, which was full of texture, brushed past less than twenty centimeters in front of him. The flames on the hammerhead almost touched Lothar's long hair.
A miss was a miss.
Lothar did not give Orgrim any time to counterattack. The moment he dodged the attack, Lothar was like a compressed spring that started to bounce back and suddenly launched a counterattack. His greatsword followed the direction where the hammer came from and secretly swept towards Orgrim's lower ribs.
This was an absolute dead angle. While Orgrim was using brute force to push the hammer back, he was a step too late. Quel 'Zaram easily pierced through Orgrim's armor and left a deep wound on his right chest that was so deep that his bones could be seen.
If it wasn't for Orgrim's quick second hammer strike, Lothar might have already ended the battle. Left with no choice, Lothar dashed past Orgrim's right side. Orgrim's hammer strike missed.
When the two of them separated again, Noxus didn't expect Orgrim to swing his hammer horizontally to the right, and the [Hammer of Destruction] drew a huge semicircle in the air and smashed down on Noxus's back.
For a super heavy weapon like this, it would be suicidal to block it without enough mana. Left with no choice, Lothar rolled forward awkwardly and dodged the attack from his back.
Lothar quickly stood up and got into a fighting stance. He then faced Orgrim who turned around.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! "The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and each of their hands had been stained with the blood of at least a hundred enemies. However, they had never panted like this before.
"You're hurt." Lothar tried to mentally attack Orgrim.
"If you're the kind of idiot who is satisfied after injuring your opponent, you can do it a hundred more times, and you'll still be the one to die." Orgrim didn't care at all.
Lothar curled his lips. This time, Lothar was the first to attack. [Quel 'Zaram] that was emitting a golden light stabbed forward.
Unexpectedly, Orgrim used the top of his hammer to block it.
Even if Lothar was holding [Quel 'Zaram], it was definitely not a good idea to use the tip of his sword to block the opponent's hammer.
However, Lothar knew that this was the case, but he still did it because he remembered Duque's words. "What if the great chief of the tribe, Orgrim, is a noble person who thinks for the entire tribe?"
Who was Duque?
He was recognized as the most knowledgeable, wisest, and greatest strategist in the entire Alliance. Duque obtained a wealth of knowledge that mortals couldn't imagine from his old friend's book collection.
Duque's foresight was recognized. And he never did anything pointless. Many of the things he did that seemed unimportant and mindless, but in the end, they were all proven to be perfect predictions and preparations.
There was no way Lothar would ignore what Duque said.
Therefore, this strike was an experiment. If something really happened to [Quel 'Zaram], Lothar would not hesitate to pull out the backup sword at his waist and continue fighting.
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