Lothar is a fierce warrior who can fight well, and he will not fall behind in the confrontation with the powerful orcs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he was dressed in heavy blue and gold armor, he was ornate and sophisticated, but he did not restrict his movements too much, using the ease with which he could dodge the heavy hammers wielded by the orcs, and then stabbing them through their bodies with a single sword, or dodging their attacks, slicing their throats.

Just as elite human soldiers can't resist these orc warriors, orc warriors can't resist Lothar, a human hero!

But soon, he caught the attention of the black hand.

Honor reigns supreme in the Iron Tribe, and the status of every orc hero comes with honor. There are many ways to earn honor, and winning a battle and killing a powerful enemy can increase the honor of the orcs in the tribe. The more fruitful the battle won, the more noble the identity of the enemy killed, and the more honor it can bring them, so every orc fights bravely under such a policy, and is not afraid of death, just to fight for honor.

There is no doubt that Lothar's gorgeous armor and strong combat style have distinguished him from ordinary soldiers.

The black hand tilted his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, and he immediately spat to the side, without looking back, and with a random swing of the war hammer, a human soldier with a sword rushing towards him was knocked to the ground with a muffled thud, and walked towards Lothar.

It was also at this time that Lothar's son Karen was in danger, being knocked to the ground by an orc, and his weapon was also dropped in the distance, almost hanging by a thread.

I saw the orc raise his blade high and stab it at Karen.

Karen was in a panic, turned his head in an instant, and closed his eyes as if appointed.

Lothar arrived at this point and took on the role of a powerful father, slashing off the orc's head with a single sword, sending green blood flying to the ground.

"Poof!"

Carlo was rescued.

Lothar kicked away the orc corpse that had fallen on top of Cullen, staring at his son with a pretending ...... In an educational tone, he said: "Don't try to fight with them brute force, they are far stronger than us, be smart, we can ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the black hand had already walked behind him, grabbed his back armor with one hand, and threw it backwards.

"Oh!"

Lothar rolled in the air a few times, slashed five or six meters high, and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

His features were wrinkled together in pain.

Lothar instantly regained consciousness, patted the dust on his breastplate, looked up at the black hand walking towards him, and then turned back and swept the big sword that fell in the distance, and without hesitation, took out the musket on his waist and aimed it at the black hand.

The hillbilly black hand, who had never seen a dwarven musket, was a little cautious, but he mistook the musket for a cold weapon, he crouched down, instinctively pressed the muzzle of the musket with his free left hand, and the next second, a fire and a huge smoke exploded, with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and minced flesh flew everywhere!

The left palm of the black hand was suddenly shattered, and only the arm remained.

"Ah!!h

He hugged his left hand and screamed in pain.

Lothar raised her musket and looked at it, as if pleased with the power.

An Yang watched this scene not far away, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He remembered that the black hand replaced the shattered palm with a piece of black steel, could this be the origin of the name of the black hand?

Well, the movie changed the original book again.

Anyang saw Lothar walking towards him, glanced at the musket in his hand, and said, "He will take revenge on you." ”

Lothar quipped, "I welcome him to blow my palm to pieces with a musket." ”

An Yang smiled and said no more.

At this time, his eyes turned and suddenly lit up.

An orc dragged out a slave with a slightly greenish bronz, about the height of a normal human, not as strong as a normal orc, not so strong that it was full of muscles, and it didn't have the thick fangs, only the small canines around the mouth.

The protrusions on his chest, his slender thighs, and his long hair, which was slightly curly but still a little beautiful, all indicated his feminine identity.

Garona!

The legendary thief of future Azeroth!

But now she was a slave, miserable and miserable, with a steel collar around her neck attached to a chain the size of a baby's arm, the other end of which was attached to the orc.

An Yang immediately grinned, rode his horse through the battlefield without hurrying, and walked towards the half-human, half-beast half-breed.

It's not in vain that I've been observing for so long, and I've finally found you!

Ignoring the human soldiers and orc warriors who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield, it opened its palm and pointed to the side casually, and its five fingers retracted, and with great difficulty, it took a heavy hammer weighing 100 catties in its hand, threw it to the side, and immediately knocked down an orc who was rushing towards him.

Then flew into his hand a great sword, which he threw once again to impale the chest of an orc who stood in his way.

An orc rushed out from the middle of the road, trying to attack him, but crashed into a transparent shield, and the honest orc was stunned.

This layer of shield is not like Khadgar's arcane barrier, there is no dazzling blue light, and there is no surging arcane magic energy visible to the naked eye, it is just a barrier like air, and it can't even be detected if you don't bump into it, which makes the orcs a little faintly confused.

In less than half a minute, Anyang had already ridden to Garona's side.

And, of course, the orc who led Garona.

It's just that he was also a little stunned at this time.

He had already noticed the human mage who had been walking towards him, and he was moved by the slow and unstoppable pace of his pace, especially the force so strong that it destroyed all the orcs that stood in his way, so that he could not even resist at this time.

But the glory of the orcs did not allow her to be the first to retreat, so he gritted his teeth fiercely and slammed his hammer towards Anyang.

"Poof!"

A strange ancient sword that was thin in their eyes stabbed him in the throat.

The orc's heavy body fell with a thud.

An Yang's fingers pinched the sword technique, and the ancient sword immediately flew out of the orc's throat and fell into the palm of his hand.

He smiled at the somewhat distracted half-breed slave and said, "Garona, I see your name in your eyes. ”

Garona came to her senses, clasped the chain around her neck with both hands, looked at him and said, "Who are you, how do you know my name, what do you want to do?" ”

An Yang chuckled, and the ancient sword cut off the chain with a wave of his hand: "I want to give you back your freedom, well, that's it, you are free now, you can leave here at any time, but if you want your identity to be recognized by a certain ethnic group, well, you can try to stay." ”

Garona froze, her eyes fixed on him, as if trying to see his specific intentions.

Before she could react, Medivan's magic was ready.

The Guardian's hands gathered into a swirling swirl of magical energy, and with one final incantation, he slammed the magical energy to the ground.

"Boom!"

The magical energy spread like a spider's web on the ground, forming twisted lines that emitted a strong light, and each glowing magical energy spread to the sole of an orc's foot that had been polluted by evil energy, and then exploded from the ground to the ground with dazzling lights, and muffled sounds came and went.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

The greenskinned orc's own evil energy was stimulated, and a blazing green light began to corrode themselves.

Like sulfuric acid!

"Ah!!h

"Oh!!"

The screams and wails of the orcs were endless, and the few remaining human soldiers stood in the center of the orcs with shields and swords in a defensive posture, and they were already ready to die in battle, and they looked around at the gradually falling orcs, their eyes full of confusion.

The wailing and screaming quickly fell silent, and in a matter of moments, all the green-skinned orcs were dead and wounded.

Durotan, Black Hand and the others were stunned, and they even weakly put down the weapons in their hands.

Durotan remained calm, he raised his hand to look at his skin, then at the survivors around him, and seemed to understand something.

"Evil ......"

The surviving soldiers rejoiced and began to set their sights on the strongest black hand.

As the great chief of the Iron Tribe, even if all the soldiers surrounded him, the enemy was outnumbered, and even if the other party still had a powerful archmage who could control evil energy, he still did not panic, opened his mouth and let out a demonstrative roar.

And then...... Turn around and run!

The orcs are brave and invincible and follow tradition, and the great chiefs have taken the lead in escaping, how can they not follow?

As a result, the surviving orcs began to run for their lives.

Orgrim Doomhammer was very righteous at this point, and when he passed by Durotan as he fled, he noticed him in a trance, and pulled him along.

"Durotan, run!"

The two of them rode a war horse and left with the other orcs riding frostwolves.

Lothar and the rest of the knights and officers looked at each other, and immediately mounted their horses and chased after the group of orcs, leaving only a few people to guard.

Medivan withdrew his hand, glanced at Khadgar, who was also under the arcane barrier, and with a wave of his hand, the barrier was dispersed, and then he snatched the staff, and swung it in place to carve out an arcane energy circle, holding the energy key of the portal in one hand.

Khadgar hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Medivan stared at him, "You, with the Prophet, bring them back to Stormwind safely, I must return to Stormwind!" ”

After a pause, he added, "You did a great job today!" ”

Khadgar nodded suddenly.

Medivan turned his head to An Yang who was not far away and bowed slightly, and with a bang, his figure disappeared in an instant along with the arcane magic circle.

An Yang retracted his gaze, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a curvature.

Everything is planned!

He turned his head to look at Garona, who was still standing in front of him, a little unclear, and slowly straightened up, pulled the reins and rode away.

Garona blinked, looked at his back, reacted quickly, and hurriedly prepared to escape.

Yes, in her eyes, this person of noble status gave her a free choice, not to run for nothing!

However, only An Yang gave her a choice, and the others did not.

Several heavily armed soldiers with heavy shields and swords immediately surrounded her, and next to her was an officer riding a horse.

Garona immediately panicked and looked at Anyang.

An Yang just shrugged helplessly, and said very cheaply: "It's not my fault, you didn't run earlier." ”

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