If the confrontation with Anduin at this moment was Grom Hellroar, who had played many games in the Silverpine Forest, he would definitely not be so arrogant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only a truly high-level epic weapon can barely be cut in two by [Quelzaram], so [Blood Roar] is only a passing grade.

It's a pity that there is no if, even Grom himself is hiding in the depths of the dense forest of the Tirisfal Glade, not to mention that the tribe can't find it, and the alliance can't find anyone else.

No one informed the tribes on the Eastern Front that Anduin's own combat power was terrible. And when the tribe fought against the Stormwind Kingdom during the First Dark Gate War, it was a coincidence that no famous chief had ever faced Anduin.

Lexa, which has not received the news, has suffered a big loss.

If it weren't for the fact that at the last moment, Lexa still straightened his waist and made a movement similar to an iron plate bridge and flashed back, even if Lexa was strong, he would be cut in half diagonally.

The result of this blow was a terrifying wound that was more than a meter long and thirty centimeters deepest. From Lexar's left shoulder, across his chest, to his right abdomen, it looks like Lexa has been disemboweled, as if he is dead.

That's just for humans or orcs in general. For Lexa, who has inherited the ogre bloodline and has chest and abdominal muscles twice as thick as a steak, although this sword is very wounded and it is certain that it will lose its combat power, it will not die yet.

"Lexa!" Ogrim roared, and even as he fell backwards, he was able to mobilize his muscles, and his backhand was a hammer that slammed into the horse's left front leg muscle.

'Lordaeron's Light' let out a terrible neighing of pain. Anduin immediately realized that the horse was dead. After all, the war horse is not a griffin, and it does not have such tenacious vitality and strong combat effectiveness. Orgrim didn't have the full power of the hammer, but it was enough to make the horse temporarily lame.

Anduin jumped up from the stirrup and dismounted with an extremely gorgeous turn, and did not forget to pat the horse's ass at the moment of dismounting, which meant to let the horse take care of itself.

The royal knights fought with the ogre's guards, and intentionally or unintentionally, only Anduin was left to confront Orgrim directly.

The battle around them seemed to have faded from their world, and it was the pinnacle of the showdown left to the supreme leaders of both sides, with both bosses raising their weapons at the same time.

On one side is the Storm Greatsword engraved with golden runes [Quelzaram]

On the other side is the black hammer [Hammer of Doom] fished out of the lava of the crater.

Then, in an instant, they collided wordlessly, with only one goal - to take out each other, to draw a break to this ore war.

It's bound to be a tough battle.

Anduin Lothar was a tall, burly man with a physique almost the size of an orc warrior of a second-rate clan.

Ogrim, on the other hand, is burlier, stronger, and younger, and while Lothar is slightly inferior in age and speed, his experience and skill more than make up for it.

At one point, Orgrim didn't understand why the Black Hand of the previous Great Chief, who had a far difference in physical speed, died at the hands of Lothar. Even with Duke's scheme, it is impossible for ordinary humans to survive with that terrifying force and speed.

Now, Ogrim knows.

The first to attack was Orgrim, a massive hammer with a terrible scream whenever it was wielded, and weak-minded opponents would be stunned by it, at the cost of his life.

It was a hammer with full force, starting with the forward step, and from the bottom up, a force from the earth penetrated through Orgrim's toned and strong thigh muscles, the abdominal muscles and chest muscles that were stronger than springs, and then the upper arm of his right hand that was almost exploding.

With perfect force, the [Hammer of Destruction] was like a comet falling from nine heavens away, magnifying at super high speed in Lothar's field of vision.

Lothar didn't block, he cautiously took a T-step, and deftly flashed to the left and back, the textured hammer brushing less than twenty centimeters in front of him, and the flames on the hammer almost touched the tips of Lothar's long hair.

If you don't hit, you don't hit.

There was no room for Orgrim to counterattack, and at the moment of flashing the attack, Lothar suddenly launched a counterattack as if it had been compressed to the extreme and began to bounce back. His greatsword swept in the direction of the hammer, stealthily from the side down to Orgrim's underribs.

This is an absolute dead end, and Orgrim is indeed using brute force to make the hammer smash back, but unfortunately he is one step too late, and [Quelzaram] easily slashes through the black iron plate armor under Orgrim's right armpit, leaving a deep wound on Orgrim's right chest.

If it weren't for Orgrim's second hammer coming so quickly, maybe Lothar would have ended the fight. There was no way, Lothar made a jerk and staggered directly past Ogrim's right. Orgrim's hammer in return was empty.

Seeing that the figures of the two separated again, Lothar didn't expect that Orgrim would continue to sweep the hammer sideways to the right, and the [Hammer of Destruction] drew a huge semicircle in mid-air and smashed into his back.

For this kind of super heavy weapon, blocking with insufficient mana is self-inflicted. As a last resort, Lothar rolled forward a little embarrassed and dodged the blow from the back.

Lothar quickly stood up, took a stance, and re-faced Orgrim, who had turned around.

"Huhuhu!" the two of them had been killing before, each with at least a hundred enemy blood on their hands, but they had never allowed themselves to pant so quickly as they did now.

"You're hurt. "Lothar tried to hit the other side psychologically.

"If you're the kind of fool who gets content when you hurt someone, you do it a hundred times, and you'll still be the one who dies in the end. "Orgrim doesn't care.

Lothar pouted, and this time, it was Lothar who attacked first. The golden glow of [Quelzaram] is a plain and unremarkable straight stab.

Unexpectedly, Orgrim actually pressed the top of the hammer against it.

Even if Lothar is holding [Quelzaram], it is definitely not a good idea to hit the opponent's hammer with the tip of her sword.

However, Lothar knew this, and did so, because he remembered Duke's brainless words, "What if Orgrim, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, is a noble-hearted man who thinks about the whole tribe?"

Who is Duke?

Recognized as the most erudite, wisest, and greatest military strategist in the entire Union. Duke gained a wealth of knowledge from his old friend's collection that no mortal could have imagined.

Duke's foresight was recognized. And he never does anything senseless. Many of the things he did that seemed to be inconsequential and mindless turned out to be a perfect prediction and preparation.

What Duke had said, it was impossible for Lothar not to care.

Therefore, this sword is a test, and if something really happens to [Quelzaram], Lothar will not hesitate to pull out the spare sword at his waist and continue fighting. (To be continued.) )