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Lothar was slightly stunned, not the worst situation she imagined. The moment it touched the hammer, there was indeed a slightly worse feeling on the tip of the sword, but it was definitely not a shattering, it was the inevitable reaction of the sharp weapon to the unreasonable heavy hammer.

There is no real sense of full strength, so naturally there will be a surplus when changing moves.

Both of them made a move for the next move, and Orgrim's counterattack was to gently lift the hammer head, only raising the hammer less than twenty centimeters before slamming the war hammer down again, and he was going to knock the hammer into the sword of [Quelzaram].

If Lothar was not mistaken, Orgrim did try to take advantage of the disadvantage of the sword itself to destroy the sword.

Lothar deftly took a step to the left, allowing her greatsword to dodge the hammer, but Orgrim then flipped the handle of the hammer and swung the weapon in reverse, the hammer passing under Lothar's jaw, causing Lothar to lose her center of gravity and back away.

Immediately after, he was completely unreasonable and followed with a faster hammer, but Lothar raised his sword in time and grabbed the handle of the hammer. For a moment, both warriors poured out all their strength, and the Hammer of Doom once again picked up the hammer and smashed it downward, but was once again pushed aside by Lothar, both weapons trembling but not moving.

Lothar then twisted his sword and struck the hammer away, then leapt forward and slashed with his sword as the Hammer of Doom withdrew his weapon......

The battle is at a fever pitch.

Five minutes ago, the madness of the Twelve Palads continued, and at an opportune moment, Gavinrad noticed the reflective signal on the steam tank in the distance, and he immediately shouted: "Look, our commander-in-chief is dueling with the Great Chief of the Orcs!"

At this time, whether it was Uther, Tulayan, or other paladins, they were all fighting with the orcs in front of them. With Gavinrad's shout, almost all of the paladins slammed their opponents' heads with a violent hammer blow.

The focus of their gaze fell on the duel between Lothar and a large orc in the middle of the battlefield.

Because of the relationship between being often used as a thug by Dukla, more than one person in the Silver Hand has seen Orgrim. They immediately realized the danger involved.

If Lothar wins, it will certainly be a battle worthy of being celebrated for eternity.

In the event that Lothar lost, they simply could not imagine what would become of the alliance without the unified banner.

Maybe the alliance will become more united under the pressure of external forces in the future, but everyone knows that because of Lordaeron's small actions, discordant voices have begun to appear in the alliance, and if Lothar, the last blood of Arathi, is lost at this time, the alliance is likely to fall into division and internal friction.

Without any shouting, the Twelve Palads immediately turned their horses around and charged towards the center of the battlefield. The heavy warhammer was wrapped in holy light, drawing a golden arc of light that was even more beautiful than the sword dance, and all the orcs who were rubbed by the arc of light were easily killed.

If someone looked down from the battlefield at this time, they would find that it was not only the Twelve Holy Horses. Together with the tank troops that launched the blitzkrieg, there were two other groups of orcs, a total of four groups of people, all of them frantically trying to fight their way out and rush to the two leaders.

At this point, the two leaders clashed again, wielding a warhammer and a greatsword.

The fierce engagement caused each other's stamina to drop rapidly, and both of them were noticeably less agile than they had been at first. Unable to dodge, Lothar was forced to block Orgrim's full force with the lion's head heraldic shield, which almost made him fall to his knees, and the sound of the epic shield cracking was so crisp that Lothar's entire left arm lost sensation for a moment.

But Lothar didn't suffer, his sword also cut a deep cut in the Great Chief's breastplate, a huge wound more than five centimeters deep, causing blood to rush out, even the black background could not hide the bright red.

Orgrim staggered back, his lips twisted in pain and frustration, and then he jerked the strap off his shoulder with his left hand, ripping off the damaged armor. Opposite, Lothar took a step forward and removed the shield that had turned into a rotten door panel and threw it to the side.

"Phew!" Lothar spat out a fishy mouthful of saliva.

Even more terrifyingly, Orgrim directly used the heat emitted from the [Hammer of Destruction] to use the hammer as a soldering iron to scorch the wound on his chest and stop the blood rushing out.

Immediately afterward, both men shouted and clashed again.

Ogrim, who has given up his armor, moves more quickly, while Lothar holds the sword in both hands, making the greatsword's destructive power even more staggering.

After a slash of lightning, both of them received a heavy blow at the same time, and Ogrim's abdomen was cut deeply, and even a small part of his intestines could be seen.

Lothar's left arm was also hit hard, and Lothar's body trembled, and he didn't even have to pay attention to the sharp pain coming from his left arm, just looking at the abnormally bent arm, he knew that his arm had at least five more fractures. Not only the left arm, but also the shoulder felt a heart-rending pain, and perhaps the left shoulder was also a little broken.

Both staggered to their feet, ready to launch a third attack.

Orgrim raised his hammer high in both hands and slammed it into Lothar's head with all his strength.

The cunning O'Grim showed Lothar his amazing jumping prowess for the first time, having always given her the illusion of being tall but sluggish, and it was clear that he had succeeded. At this time, the warrior skills used have the meaning of lore.

At this moment, an accident happened that Lothar had never imagined, and Lexa, who was lying on the ground not far from the ground with serious injuries, suddenly stretched out at this moment and grabbed Lothar's left foot. That shackled sense of confinement made Lothar lose all possibility of dodging.

Lothar instinctively raised Quelzaram to fend off the sneak attack, and gathered all her strength on the blade.

The Hammer of Destruction smashed down with a scorching momentum that seemed to be enough to destroy everything in the world!

Time seems to freeze.

Because......

- The sword is shattered!

When the fragments of this incomparably sharp and hard legendary sword that accompanied Lothar in his southern and northern battles shattered in mid-air, everyone who witnessed this scene was frightened. Tulayan felt his breath stop, and Orgrim's blow became more impedimentary, and the Hammer of Doom continued to fall in the arc of death, slamming into the top of Lothar's helmet!

At the last moment.

The runes on the armor that Duke had given to Lothar suddenly lit up, and a huge metal fist suddenly appeared from Lothar's chest, striking Orgrim in the face in a dragon fist posture, knocking Orgrim away.

Almost at the same time, all they heard was a cry of unknown significance.

"Oh U-root!" (To be continued.) )