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This...... This...... What the hell is this?

At the moment when Excalibur [Quelzaram] was shattered, Anduin Lothar was mentally prepared to die in battle.

It's not that he didn't hear Duke's warning, but he never expected that in a state of non-full strength, [Quelzaram] would still be fine, but something would happen when he hit with all his strength and there was no room for anything. It can be said that he was pitted by Excalibur, or it can be said that he never believed that Orgrim was recognized by Excalibur as a person with a noble heart.

Lothar wasn't a self-pitying person, and he didn't put his resentment on Lexa, who grabbed his feet suddenly. This is a battlefield, not an empty dueling arena. On the battlefield, whether it is to fight more with less, or to bully less with more, it is reasonable. Killing and injuring enemies in the most chaotic places and saving one's life requires not only strength, but also luck.

For a second, Lothar thought she had run out of luck.

He never thought that the armor that Duke gave him would have such a magical effect?

For most enchanted armors, it's good to have a [Arrow Protection], and the top one is the [Medium-level Magic Shield], which can absorb a certain amount of magic element damage for the owner.

Although Lothar recognized the magic coming from his armor, she couldn't recognize what kind of strange magic it was.

It's not too much to say it's weird.

Because there is no regular magic, it will turn into a fist similar to a metal texture to hit people, and there is no magic, and it will make a shout of "OlaOlaOla Ola" when hitting someone.

The magic fist that came out of thin air near Lothar's chest slammed into the air like a storm, with no place to borrow power or dodge at all, and Orgrim was hit by the fist condensed by the mysterious magic power.

The punches weren't fatal, but every punch that landed made Orgrim grin his teeth. He could only stand in front of him with one hand to prevent the fangs of his mouth from being broken, and the other hand to protect the open lower abdomen to prevent the wound from further expanding.

Finally, it seemed to be endless, but in fact there were only ninety-nine eighty-one punches, and when all the illusory fists hit Ogrim, the fist shadow disappeared in an instant.

And Orgrim was already flying ten meters away.

Orgrim is not reconciled, he is not the kind of person who gives up easily and bows to fate. didn't stop at all, after his right leg landed on the ground, he kicked his foot violently on the spot, and the [jump slash] that was enough to open the mountain and split the rock reappeared.

Even though Lothar had kicked Lexa away and pulled out his spare sword, Orgrim could still see at a glance that Lothar's spare sword was a world away from [Quelzaram] in terms of quality.

One Hammer!

Just make up for it one more time!

I'll be able to kill the Alliance's Supreme Leader on the battlefield with dignity!

The morale of the Alliance will crumble again, those weak human soldiers will cry and shout and turn and flee again, and the Horde will be able to turn around!

The voice in his heart was so loud that Orgrim completely forgot what was happening in the outside world, and all his attention was on Lothar's movements. He could see that Lothar was preparing a small jump and retreated. That was pointless, because when he took off, he had budgeted for at least two more steps in advance, and it looked like the trajectory of his jump was the same as before.

If Lothar retreats, it will just catch up.

If Lothar didn't back down, it would be a fatal blow that flipped over Lothar's head and slammed into the back of his head.

Lothar really fell for the trick, playing calculations, as a pure martial artist, he can't compare to Orgrim, who has more ideas.

As he stepped back, he was stunned to find himself still under Orgrim's flaming hammer of flame.

If there had been no accident, Lothar would still have died.

Looking at the magical runes that had dimmed again on Lothar's armor, Orgrim knew that that armor would not be a problem again anytime soon. A victor's smile appeared on Orgrim's face, and of course, in Lothar's eyes, it was a hideous, cruel smile.

That's when Orgrim's focus was shattered.

With a frightened look, he looked at the arrow that was like a meteor out of the sky, crossing half of the battlefield and coming straight at him.

"This can't be!?" The grin turned into a scream, and Orgrim tried to turn around to avoid the arrow from his left, but was shocked to find that the green arrow had turned around in the air and was still shooting at him.

Still unwilling to give up the jump slash, Orgrim swung his left fist violently, preparing to force the arrow at the cost of the back of his left hand becoming bloody and blurry.

In the next moment, time seemed to stand still.

For Orgrim was terrified to find that it was not one arrow at all, but three arrows.

Behind the original fluttering green arrow, there was a steel cone-headed feather arrow that burst out of thunder in the same track, and a fast wind arrow that was almost hidden in the wind.

Orgrim couldn't hide.

At that moment, an orc with a severed arm and a serrated blade on it as a prosthetic leg rushed out and stood in front of Orgrim - the Blade Fist of Kargas*, the chief of the Shattered Palm Clan, arrived at the last minute.

Unfortunately, there is no use for eggs.

The three arrows seemed to have eyes, and they dodged Kargas's block, and drew another arc in the wind, circling around.

A third, encased in the gale, was the first to hit Orgrim, and it slammed into his left lung.

The second thunder arrow made a muffled "pounce", passing through the shoulder socket of Ogrim's entire right shoulder, completely penetrating his broad body, and the thunder power attached to the arrow instantly paralyzed most of Ogrim's body.

The small green arrow, which had been at first, turned around again and plunged into his calf.

"Ahh

Orgrim struggled to his feet, staggering forward, his left hand pressing hard against his abdomen, the largest wound in his body. Blood poured from his fingers, but he still struggled to stand up straight, trying to raise the hammer high again with his right hand.

He failed.

Those three arrows hurt him more than Lothar had done to him.

Moreover, in the next second, three more arrows were shot, and this time, Kargas finally blocked two, but the momentum of a thunderous arrow still sent Orgrim's whole person flying.

Lothar was a little stunned at this time, looking to the left.

He saw Duke sitting cross-legged on a tank a hundred meters away with a deafening roar, surrounded by three incomparably beautiful High Elf rangers.

With a big smile on his face, Duke beckoned to Lothar, "Yo!" (To be continued.) )