The sudden change of scenery left everyone who witnessed the scene dumbfounded.
What … What the hell is this?
The moment [Quel 'Zaram] was broken, Anduin Lothar was already prepared to die in battle.
It wasn't that he didn't hear Duque 'warning, but he never thought that [Quel' Zaram] would still be fine even when it wasn't at full power, but when it was at full power, something happened. It could be said that he was tricked by the sword, or that he didn't believe that Orgrim was recognized as a noble person by the sword.
Lothar wasn't someone who felt sorry for himself, and he didn't vent his anger on Rexxar, who suddenly grabbed his leg. This was a battlefield, not an empty dueling ground. On the battlefield, whether it was fighting with fewer people or bullying with numbers, it was all reasonable. Killing enemies in the most chaotic place and saving one's own life not only required strength, but also luck.
For a second, Lothar thought that he had used up all his luck.
He never thought that the armor that Duque gave him would have such a magical effect.
Most enchanted armors would have an [Arrow Protection], and the best would be [Intermediate Magic Shield], which could absorb a certain amount of magical elemental damage for the owner.
Although Lothar recognized that this magic came from his armor, he couldn't recognize what kind of strange magic it was.
It wasn't too much to say that it was strange.
This was because there was no conventional magic that would turn into a metallic fist to hit someone, and there was no magic that would shout "Olaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaolaola.
The magic fists that appeared out of nowhere near Lothar's chest hit the air like a storm. There was no place for Orgrim to borrow strength from, and there was no way for him to dodge. Just like that, Orgrim was beaten black and blue by the mysterious magic fists.
These fists weren't fatal, but every one of them made Orgrim grimace in pain. He could only use one hand to block in front of him to prevent his fangs from breaking, and the other hand to protect his lower abdomen to prevent the wound from expanding.
Finally, the seemingly endless but actually eighty-one punches landed on Orgrim, and the shadows of the punches disappeared.
Orgrim had already flown more than ten meters away.
Orgrim wasn't willing to give up. He wasn't the kind of person who would give up easily and bow to fate. He didn't stop at all. After his right leg touched the ground, he stomped hard on the ground, and the [Leap Slash] that was powerful enough to split a mountain appeared again.
Even though Lothar had kicked Rexxar away and pulled out his spare saber, Orgrim could still tell that Lothar's spare saber was far inferior to [Quel 'Zaram] in terms of quality.
One strike!
Just one more hammer strike!
I will be able to kill the highest leader of the Alliance on the battlefield!
The morale of the Alliance would collapse again, and the weak human soldiers would turn around and run again, crying and screaming, and the Horde would be able to turn the tables!
The voice in his heart was so loud that Orgrim completely forgot about what was happening in the outside world. He focused all his attention on Lothar's movements. He could tell that Lothar was about to jump back. That would be meaningless. When he jumped, he had calculated at least two steps in advance, and it looked like the trajectory of his jump slash was the same as before.
If Lothar retreated, he would be able to catch up.
If Lothar didn't retreat, he would be able to flip over Lothar's head and land a fatal blow on the back of his head.
As expected, Lothar fell for the trap. As a pure warrior, he couldn't compare to Orgrim, who was more creative in scheming.
After jumping back, he was shocked to find that he was still enveloped by Orgrim's flaming hammer.
If there were no accidents, Lothar would still die.
Looking at the magic runes on Lothar's armor that had dimmed again, Orgrim knew that the armor wouldn't be a problem for the time being. Orgrim's face revealed a victorious smile. Of course, in Lothar's eyes, it was a sinister and cruel smile.
At this moment, Orgrim's concentration was broken.
With a horrified expression, he looked at the arrow that was like a meteor from outer space, traversing half of the battlefield and heading straight for him.
"This can't be!?" The sinister smile turned into a scream. In mid-air, Orgrim wanted to tilt his body to dodge the arrow coming from his left, but to his horror, he found that the green arrow had made a turn in the air and was still shooting towards him.
Orgrim was still unwilling to give up on his jump slash. He swung his left fist with all his might, preparing to forcefully knock away the arrow at the cost of his left hand becoming a bloody mess.
In the next moment, time seemed to stop.
This was because Orgrim was horrified to find that it wasn't one arrow, but three.
Behind the first light green arrow, there was a steel awl-tipped arrow that suddenly burst with lightning, and a gale fast arrow that was almost hidden in the wind, on the same track.
Orgrim had nowhere to hide.
In that instant, a Beastman with a broken arm and a sawtooth war blade as a prosthetic arm rushed out, blocking in front of Orgrim. It was Kargath Bladefist, the chieftain of the Shattered Palm clan, who had arrived at the last moment.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
The three arrows seemed to have eyes. They dodged Kargath's block, drew another arc in the wind, and circled around.
The third arrow wrapped in the gale arrived first, and was the first to hit Orgrim. This arrow fiercely shot into his left lung.
The second lightning arrow made a muffled 'pu' sound, and passed through Orgrim's entire right shoulder socket, completely penetrating his thick body. The lightning energy on the arrow instantly paralyzed half of Orgrim's body.
The first green arrow made a turn again, and suddenly pierced into his calf.
"Ah!" Orgrim finally couldn't help but let out a scream, and fell head first to the ground.
Orgrim struggled to get up, and staggered a step forward. His left hand pressed hard on his abdomen, which was the biggest wound on his body. Blood flowed out from between his fingers, but he still tried to stand up, and tried to use his right hand to raise the warhammer high up.
He failed.
The damage that the three arrows had done to him surpassed all the damage that Lothar had done to him.
Moreover, in the next second, another three arrows were shot. This time, Kargath managed to block two of them, but the explosive force from the last lightning arrow still sent Orgrim flying.
Only then did Lothar look to the left in a daze.
He saw Duque sitting cross-legged on a tank that was emitting a deafening roar a hundred meters away, surrounded by three incomparably beautiful High Elf Rangers.
With a bright smile on his face, Duque waved at Lothar. "Yo!"
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