Lothar could clearly feel the sword in his hand trembling with his indignation, and the blood-stained blade that had not even had time to wipe it was flowing with his will.

Is it a determination to defend the human world?

Is it unwilling to be bound by the nobility?

Is it a struggle against an impending fate?

Lothar himself didn't know, but he knew that the indomitable spirit burning within his body was telling him that he and his sword needed to drink the blood of the orcs.

Duke smiled as Lothar led the warriors of the Griffin Legion screaming and rushing towards the orc survivors who were hurrying up the riverbank.

No one can swim with a sledgehammer and tomahawk weighing dozens of pounds.

Although the orcs are strong, the orcs who have been consulted and then lost their blades can take advantage of the heavily armed griffin army?

They still roared, unleashing an onslaught at the human warriors even with their bare hands. Unfortunately, without the hammers and axes that could easily smash shields, their attacks would not be much stronger than those of the beasts in the woods.

Shield Strike! Collective or sword or spear thrust!

Small battle groups of five or six warriors harvested the lives of orc warriors with great efficiency.

And Berval's cavalry, which had just joined the battlefield, played the most damage, they rushed downstream at high speed, slashing and slashing the orcs on the river beach.

A little upstream of where the orcs crossed the river, in the wet woods, the fire could barely spread. Suddenly, there was a shocking shake, and many large trees hugged by one person were easily brought down.

Surrounded by a group of extremely majestic orcs, the Great Chief of the Tribe, the Black Hand* Destroyer, came to the river, and when the last large tree that blocked the view was brought down by the guards, the tragic situation of the tribe in front of him was reflected in the eyes of the Great Chief.

Miserable!

It's miserable!

Thousands of tribal warriors fell forever on the banks of this unknown river. Many of them were stabbed to death by a large number of sharp wooden stakes washed down from the upper reaches, a few drowned, and many more were shot by javelins and surrounded by human soldiers across the river.

On the other side of the river, the almost one-sided killing continued.

The rolling waves tens of meters wide isolated the possibility of the black hand sending troops to the rescue.

"Roar-" The Black Hand let out an angry roar on the other side, and there was nothing he could do but watch as the orcs on the other side were still fanatical, still struggling, but still helplessly slaughtered.

The histories are strikingly similar.

Two destined mortal enemies, the future Anduin Lothar, the future Lion of Azeroth, and the current High Chief's deputy, Orgrim the Hammer of Destruction, met in the void across the riverbank.

This is a very mysterious feeling, the kind of premonition that you and I are destined to live only one, which is indescribable.

Of course, for the Black Hand of the Great Chief, who was standing beside Orgrim, it felt like it was him who Anduin was looking at at this moment.

Seeing Anduin stepping on the back of a struggling orc under his feet, the black hand let out a deafening roar.

"Tiny human, if you still dare to kill orc warriors, I will cut off your head and use it as a urinal in the future!!"

The black hand shouted orc, of course.

This did not prevent the soldiers of Lothar and the Griffon Legion on the other side from realizing similar meanings. For a time, hundreds of people set their eyes on Lothar.

Lothar wiped his bloodied face with his left hand and grinned at the black hand, a mocking smile that anyone could tell.

In the next second, he grabbed the head of the struggling orc with one hand, and the sharp sword first cut the throat with a sword, and then cut off the orc's head with a few sharp back and forth swords.

With his left hand, he raised the head of the orc, which was still dripping with blood and had a hideous face, and Lothar roared in return.

"you orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live Stormwind Kingdom! Long live humans—"

Almost all the human soldiers were imitating Lothar, either raising the head in their hands or raising their blood-stained swords, and for a while, this side of the river bank became a hell for orcs and a paradise for human warriors!

"you orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live Stormwind Kingdom! Long live humans—"

Filled with pride and anger, the roar of anger from humanity's rejection of the invaders soared into the sky.

The neat shouts were followed by all sorts of ridicule and ridicule.

"Hahaha! Death to the greenskinned monsters!"

"Come one, I'll kill one!"

"Well-limbed guys, we're not afraid of you!"

Human provocation also transcends language.

Big Chieftain Black Hand Green Face ...... It was very dark, and the huge war hammer smashed into a nearby tree, and the huge force smashed the entire tree trunk, and the fragments also stabbed the orcs next to them.

However, he really had nothing to do.

On the shore, Duke did not strike again. His mana was almost depleted, and although the arcane fire circuit still provided him with mana, he could clearly feel the weakness of his mental power.

Today, he has done a great job.

Even if the total combat power of the orc legion is still strong, he knows that he has achieved the ultimate in what he can.

In the dark, a little light suddenly lit up on the long river of fate.

That light was so faint for the entire river that it was not even bright in the light of destiny of billions of beings in Azeroth.

But after all, Duke has planted a new spark of fate in a land that is about to fall to the dark rule of the orcs.

Perhaps this fire will be extinguished.

Perhaps, when the right time comes, a flame of hope will emerge from the flames of hope and burn all the demon's claws.

Regardless, this was Duke's first attempt to change the course of fate.

It seems to have been quite successful.

In this battle, the Stormwind Kingdom lost.

Both tactically and strategically, the defenders led by Lothar were the losers.

Three thousand elite griffin legions and an equal number of garrisons sleep forever in the passes of the Red Ridge Mountains. And their defeat has also led to the strategic passivity of the Stormwind Kingdom - there is no danger to defend.

In this life, there is more water in the Lake of Stone Tablets than in the game, and Duke plays a game of fire and water. But this still can't cut the orc's advantage in combat power.

After a brief defeat, Gul'dan sent more tribal clans to invade the Elwyn Forest on multiple fronts at the same time. Its offensive is definitely more swift than Duke knows 'history'.

But that's not something Duke can control.

The warriors of the Griffin Legion returned to Stormwind a few days later.

In this era, people have a very direct way of expressing themselves about the returning army.

The triumphant army, people will not hesitate to praise and enthusiasm.

As for the defeated negative dogs, the people will give the most cruel spit.

They should have been abused and ridiculed.

For the Griffin Legion, their expressions were complicated.