The flames and disasters of Whispering Harbor were in ruins, and the city's stranded civilians saw hope of escape in the dozen or so pillars of blue light that penetrated the depths of the sea, and it seemed to be the last remaining footnote of this desperate night, always showing the way forward for the weak in the long night.

And the appearance of that pillar of light also filled the hearts of the soldiers on the frontal battlefield who were filled with heroism and cruelty full of courage again, the warriors will not be afraid of the strength of the enemy, the only thing they are worried about in their hearts is that after sacrificing themselves, they still can't protect the people behind their bodies.

Every soldier who can appear on this battlefield already has the belief that he will die here, because cowards... Those cowards died long before the war.

In the face of the indifferent undead who rushed out of the night in all directions, in the face of the dark-bladed warriors who poured out of the nest, the last battle in the northern frontier, the light of victory has been dimmed, and the goddess of luck is not on their side, but, even so, no one put down the weapons they hold in their hands, when they raise their heads in the night and look around, their ears are filled with the shouts of warriors, their eyes shine with the blood of martyrs, and their hearts echo with endless roars.

How can they stop in such a situation?

What's more, the honorable one, the emperor of the empire is standing in front of them, like a wall that will never fall, he is fighting for the future of civilization, he will die for the survival of civilization, even the leaders are fighting in such a desperate situation, how can the followers who are shrouded in a sense of mission lag behind?

"The Draenei are coming... Warriors of the Empire, our allies are coming! ”

Lothar's hoarse and high-pitched roar overshadowed the noise of the battlefield at this moment, and in the herald's transmission, the Emperor's voice reached every corner of the battlefield lit up by explosions and flames.

"We have no way back, but the Empire will never fight alone! Warriors, hold on! ”

Shouting a morale-boosting battle cry, the Emperor stepped forward by mistake, his hands holding the razor-sharp legendary sword of war, the brass longsword like a double-edged key turned a few times in the air, and in the burst of power fire, the orc Death Lord who was facing the human emperor head-on was knocked back several steps.

Grokush's figure swayed endlessly on the battlefield before he stopped retreating, and he glanced at the battle axe in his hand, the fine battle axe forged by the black iron master had been cut out by the exterminator, and it was obvious that it could no longer be used.

"Phew"

The former black hand chief spat rudely on the ground, threw the bladed battle axe in his hand aside, grabbed a heavy war hammer, and between the hand command dance, a layer of dark red, cold and bone-chilling death energy was wrapped around the weapon, he beat his chest like a real orc, and in the sparkle of brutal eyes, the death lord once again rushed towards the human emperor like a brute.

But seriously, Glokush himself is well aware that he is most likely no match for Lothar.

The armor of the Human Emperor was no longer recognizable in its original color, it was covered with the cold blood of the undead, and beside the Emperor was the remains of a circle of high-ranking knights who had been hacked to death, and beyond the Emperor's armor, the fire of anger that burned like a flame was like substance, and the blood of the Barbarian King not only brought never-ending stamina from Lothar, but also this flame that coexisted with legendary weapons.

This is probably the first time in history, the warriors who are all unpretentious on the whole, have realized the power of anger, Lothar is a top warrior, he fights with the power of anger, especially under the conscription of a strong sense of mission to protect the people and civilization, every blow that Lothar cuts out, with full lethality, those opponents who are weaker than him, it is easy to be killed in an instant in the first blow of the engagement.

This is a dangerous enemy, but it is also an opponent that the Dark Blade must get rid of, as long as Lothar remains, the human empire will never fall, this human emperor, in the midst of repeated disasters, with his iron will and love the people like a son, truly became the embodiment of the empire... It has even become the embodiment of human civilization.

"Bang"

In the roar of Grokush, the war hammer in his hand smashed down wildly, and the furious blow was accurately blocked by Lothar with his sword, and then in the flip of his wrist, the war hammer carrying great force was flicked to the ground, and the emperor's body deflected outward at the same time, trying to dodge Grokush's fist, but the two were too close to each other, and the cold punch finally smashed into his chest.

"Smack"

The ground exploded beneath Lothar's feet, allowing his body to take a step back and stand firmly again, and in front of him, Glokush, who had thrown away the warhammer, pounced with his bare hands, his left hand still ignited by the fire of anger on the surface of Lothar's body, but for the Death Lord, the pain was nothing to mention.

"You're good at fighting, orcs!"

Lothar's long sword was stuck in the ground, he stepped forward without fear, his left arm was crossed, his right fist swung out, two creatures with great strength were like fighting gladiators, the emperor stared at the death lord in front of him, and in the interval between his fists, he said in a deep voice:

"But unfortunately, I still have an unfinished mission, and I can't..."

"Fall here!"

At the same time, his fist swung from top to bottom, and the flames wrapped around his arm were like a living dragon, breaking all of Glokush's defenses with a standard dragon fist, which smashed into the orc lord's jaw and sent Glokush's helmet flying into the air.

The heavy body of the orc was lifted from the ground and lifted weakly into the air, his green eyes still shining with a touch of shock and unwillingness... He could feel that Lothar had once again broken through the shackles of his own power at that moment just now.

But this... How is this possible?

He was just an ordinary human being, how could his power be like this endless insane ascension?

"Bang"

Glokush's thoughts were interrupted by another punch from Lothar, and the armor on the Death Lord's chest was smashed open by Lothar's massive blow, and his body roared into the battle positions of the two armies in front of him like a cannonball, knocking several high-ranking knights off guard.

The Emperor's bravery caused the surrounding soldiers to cheer in unison, and they followed behind the Emperor as he regained his grip on his sword, roaring and driving the death knights and undead infantry out of their positions.

"Ahem..."

Grokush clutched his chest and got up from the ground, the Death Lord could feel that a scorching breath was destroying the internal structure of his body, he had lost the ability to continue fighting, but he still didn't want to give in.

"Your Majesty's will will be fulfilled!"

The green eyes of the orc death knight burst bloodshot like a living man, and wild death energy burst out from his body, driving the soldiers back from the rushing soldiers, and he stood there tremblingly, staring at the approaching Lothar, and he whispered:

"Your persistence is meaningless, the emperor of mankind, you can't change this world! You can't change your fate..."

"I'm not here to change my fate... Orcs. ”

Lothar bowed slightly to Glokush, and under the gaze of the soldiers around him, he raised his sword:

"I'm just not willing to give in to him, I'm just doing what I think is right..."

"Wow"

The flame-soaked sword roared and slashed, Glokush gritted his teeth, he closed his eyes, waiting for another death to come, he didn't feel shame, being defeated by someone like Lothar couldn't be considered a shame.

The only regret is that he may not see the future for which he has given everything.

"Bell"

A dull sound suddenly resounded through the battlefield, and when Glokush opened his eyes, he saw a trembling black heavy sword in front of his eyes, and there was a strange gap behind the heavy long sword, and the sphere of dark energy swayed endlessly in the depression.

It was this sword that blocked Lothar's final blow and saved the Death Lord from an eternal future.

"Heh... He's coming. ”

Grokush staggered back, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Lothar:

"He's here to see you off..."

Lothar's expression became extremely serious at this moment, obviously, he already knew who it was.

"Go and rest."

A gentle voice sounded in Glokush's ears, and a cold hand armor was also on his shoulder, and behind Glokush, between the darkness and dispersion, Tyrion in the armor of the dark dragon strolled out, the flickering dark halo floating behind him, wantonly reforming all kinds of strange lines in the air, like wings of light that could not see the outline.

"You've done a good job, leave the rest to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Grokush turned away without hesitation, and the moment his figure was engulfed in the curtain of darkness, Tyrion also reached out his hand, and in the leap of dark red light, the ash bringer that had been inserted into the ground jumped into his hand, and the shadow of the sword swung in the air like an illusion.

"Wow"

The blade sliced through the air with a long, high-pitched roar, and Tyrion's ice-blue eyes landed on the waiting Lothar, then jumped over the Emperor's body to look at the soldiers around him.

He saw the anger on the faces of those soldiers, the fearlessness and courage of forgetting their lives, and the will to fight to the death, which made him very satisfied.

"You've trained them well, Lothar."

"You have sent me the bravest warrior of human civilization..."

The wide black cloak behind the King of the Dark Blades fluttered away at this moment, and his body seemed to change form, from the boots upwards, his body quickly dissipated, and even his ice blue eyes turned into a strange and ominous black at this moment.

"Well, then, I'll laugh at it..."

"Wow"

Like a counterattack against the Great Lich, Tyrion's "Banshee's Howl" this time is more completely transformed.

His hands were clasped into claws, and the whole person rushed into the sky as if he had lost gravity, his body quickly atomized, not only his soul, but also the black mist that filled the space caused the temperature around him to drop by at least 20 degrees in an instant, and he rushed towards Lothar and the soldiers behind him in a birdlike manner.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The Emperor held the Exterminator's Sword in both hands, and the flames on his body swelled rapidly, trying to shelter the loyal soldiers, but in the cold, low, hoarse scream of Tyrion, the soldiers were shrouded in black mist, and the power that directly acted on the soul easily shattered their will.

In the dim darkness of the night, the brave warriors could not even make their last whimper, and one by one they fell on the battlefield like puppets that had lost their souls.

That scene was like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, and in less than a second, all living beings within a radius of 500 meters with Lothar as the center were snatched away by this cruel and terrifying trick.

The expressions of the dead froze, there was no emotion left in their eyes, and there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, as if the living souls had quietly detached from their bodies.

"Monster!"

Lothar's roar slammed into the black mist in front of him along with the fiery sword that pierced through the darkness, and in the escaping mist, the sharp Slayer slammed into another sturdy legendary weapon.

"Bell"

Like a low bell, the disembodied black mist suddenly retracted, reorganizing Tyrion's body in front of Lothar's eyes.

He held the Ember Bridging in one hand, the rungs in front of him, the flames of the Slayer's blade pulsing, but the flames could not break through the energy protection around the Shadow Blade.

"If there is no death... Pale life will have no mercy. ”

In the palm of Tyrion's other hand, a dim soul stone shone brightly, he turned his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the human emperor in front of him, the only living creature within a radius of 500 meters, he lifted the soul stone, as if chatting between friends, and asked softly:

"It's beautiful... Isn't it? ”

"I'm sorry..."

Lothar let out a hoarse sound like steel clashing, he took a step back, his hands clenching his sword, and with a roar, the fire of power around him suddenly retracted, and the flames on the blade of the Exterminator reformed into a blade, and the blade of flames, which was even larger than Lothar's body, slashed at Tyrion's head mercilessly.

"But I don't see anything but your wickedness..."

"Bang"

The icy power also exploded like a bomb explosion at this moment, covering the surrounding battlefield and corpses with frost, and between the collision of fire and ice, a circle of energy visible to the naked eye roared and crashed into the battle circle where the two were fighting, blowing away tons of dirt and blowing down lifeless grass and trees.

"Oh, maybe it's not the kind of beauty you pursue, it seems that we are not in the same way, it's a pity..."

King and King, 10 seconds after the start, this final battle has entered a real white heat...