At this moment, Turalyon arrived on horseback, ready to deal the final blow to Zuluhed.
At this moment, Zuluhed made a move that shocked everyone. He grabbed the lower half of his right arm with his left hand, and with the broken arm and the hammer, he swung it down towards Turalyon's head …
This was definitely not something a normal person could do.
At the same time, it was almost impossible. No one would have predicted that their entire arm would be sent flying. And it was even more impossible for anyone to think that their broken arm would still be able to hold the hammer in their hand tightly.
But Zuluhed did it, and it was out of everyone's expectations.
The weapon that was swung down at high speed was like a huge nunchaku. One was his own arm, and the other was his huge war hammer.
Even Turalyon, who had been through hundreds of battles until now, was a little dumbfounded by this scene.
There was no time to dodge, and Turalyon reflexively swung the war hammer in his hand again. Before Zuluhed's war hammer could hit his head, the knight's hammer that was glowing in a holy golden light smashed into Zuluhed's face.
Both of them were hit almost at the same time.
Zuluhed was dead.
Under the powerful holy attack, his entire face collapsed under the heavy blow, and under the despairing gaze of Great Chief Orgrim, who he respected the most, he fell to the ground. His body twitched, and as his life left his body, nothing could stop the blood from flowing out of his broken head.
Turalyon …
Turalyon's Holy Light had saved his life. The thick Holy Light suddenly rose up, looking like a glowing eggshell, and it had perfectly saved Turalyon from the fate of having his head smashed to pieces and dying.
The invincibility of a knight was a life-saving trump card at any time.
Any qualified paladin should not die on the battlefield before activating his [Holy Shield].
There was danger.
No danger!
Orgrim didn't show his weakness like everyone expected. He looked at Zuluhed's body, and the last of his ferociousness exploded!
His injured shoulder could no longer lift the heavy [Hammer of Destruction]. Suddenly, he pulled out two daggers made from the teeth of an unknown giant beast from his waist and began his doomed attempt to break out of the encirclement.
This method was hopeless and insane.
Under everyone's gazes, it was Turalyon who charged forward.
He jumped down from his horse and swung his hammer.
No one warned Turalyan. Everyone knew that Turalyan was a steady and thoughtful person.
As expected, Turalyon spun his hammer at the last moment and hit the Orc Great Chief with the side of the hammer instead of the sharp tip. The well-timed impact knocked Orgrim to his knees and sent him sprawling to the ground. More than one person saw the rise and fall of the Orc Chief's chest.
"You shall receive justice for your grave crime of slaughtering humans," he said to the unconscious Orgrim, the Holy Light still surrounding him.
"You will be paraded in chains in every King City of the Alliance to atone for your sins!"
Uther came as well. Standing beside Turalyon, Uther's body shone with a golden light that was brighter than the brightest sunlight.
The Orcs could either turn around and run for their lives, or they could only cover their eyes with their arms and cower in the blinding light. Coincidentally, the last Orc who dared to rush forward to save their Great Chief was killed in the light …
The Holy Light faded. Not far away, more than a thousand pairs of Orcs watched dumbfoundedly as their leader was dragged up like a dead dog and tied up with thick chains.
Failed?!
The strongest Beastman in the entire Horde, the invincible Orgrim in Makgora, was defeated?!
Not only Orgrim, but also Leksa, who was famous among the Beastmen for his bravery, was also captured!
For the Orcs who revered individual strength, this was a shocking matter that was enough to cause their beliefs to collapse!
"Ahhh! The Great Chief lost! "
"Oh no, we lost! The Great Chief was captured — "
"Ancestors! The strongest man in Makgora was defeated! "
Not every human could understand the Orc language, but that didn't stop them from sensing the fear and weakness in the Orcs' cries.
"Don't let them get away —" Lothar waved his hand.
That's right, the Orcs weren't surrendering; they were running.
Chasing after fleeing soldiers was a tradition since ancient times. The Holy Knights got on their horses again and chanted prayers while pointing their hammers at the Orcs.
Holy light shone from the eyes of the Paladins, from their hands, from the hammers they lifted. The black scorched ground under their feet was illuminated by the Holy Light that gushed out from their bodies.
"Kill these evil beings, turn these rude and evil creatures into dust, and rid the world of their pollution forever!" Uther shouted the Church of Holy Light's doctrine.
He took the lead and charged forward, throwing out light hammers that were as blazing as the sun.
The Holy Knight's [Hammer of Wrath] contained the Holy Knight's greatest rage against evil.
This was the release of the rage in his heart, and it was a judgment from the Holy Light.
Many Orcs were still running away, and before they could react, they were killed by the hammers made of Holy Light.
The Holy Knight's charge broke the temporary silence on the battlefield, and the other Orcs and humans started fighting again. The rest of the Alliance's troops followed suit.
The Orcs fell into panic after witnessing Orgrim's defeat, and nearly 150,000 Orcs tried to escape the battlefield.
The steep terrain of the Blackstone Fortress was a huge trap for the Orcs who were trying to escape. The first point of all fortresses was that they were easy to defend and hard to attack. The narrow terrain was the norm. From the Scorching Canyon to the Blackstone Mountain, there was only a 45-degree slope that was less than 500 meters wide, and it got narrower the further you went.
Other than that, almost all the steep mountains had a slope of more than 70 degrees. If there were pursuers behind, climbing up would be a target.
Hundreds of thousands of Orcs squeezed at the foot of the mountain. Even though the humans behind them didn't outnumber them by much, none of the Orcs dared to turn back and fight.
They squeezed with all their might, and even tore at the limbs of their comrades, just for the only way to escape.
"Fire, fire! Don't be afraid of explosions! Give all our cannonballs to those green-skinned beasts! "Magni shouted excitedly.
Other than the ones that were destroyed by the Orcs or Ogres, and the ones that broke down along the way, there were still more than 120 of the new steam tanks gathered at the foot of the mountain. Including the armored vehicles, there were 300 of them.
Fortunately, the most insane one was the tank destroyer.
"Fire the small cannons!"
"Boom!" Every time there was a deafening explosion, there would be a storm of blood.
The Orcs … were finished!
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