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"It's a bad feeling to be underestimated, because I didn't kill enough orcs on the battlefield?" Lothar laughed at herself as she walked.

"Later, you can despise orcs with the big head of the black hand. "Obviously, Duke is in charge of all this, so that the black hand who shouldn't be fighting at this time and Lothar are fighting, but Duke is full of confidence.

In the original 'history', the black hand died a bit of a nest.

After Orgrim tortured the location of the Shadow Council, Orgrim decisively challenged the Black Hand in the presence of thousands of orcs.

In that duel, the Black Hand had the absolute upper hand for a while, and the huge Rock Giant completely ignored Orgrim's hammer blows, and easily beat Orgrim to the point where he didn't want to. But the sinister Orgrim was killed, and during the duel, he suddenly looked behind the Black Hand in shock, as if he had seen Guldan, and his mouth seemed to say 'Guldan'.

There are brave and unscrupulous black hands who really believe it. Just a distraction, immediately give Orgrim the opportunity to hit the head with a hammer.

Hehe!

The black hand of the big chief may really have a strong force value, but the black hand is a brain-dead child...... If Lothar really can't beat him, then Lothar's name should be written backwards as Salo Induan.

Well, it has nothing to do with honesty, justice, and the heroic Xiao Langjun Duke.

"Ahhh

The orc guards charged, and once the huge size rushed, it was definitely no different from a rampaging rhinoceros. That terrifying sense of oppression, it's really scared to pee if you are a little timid.

It's close!

It's close!

It's closer!

The huge double-bladed battle axe slammed down on his head, and in the moonlight, a cold arc of light was split. It was a terrible violence that was enough to split a grown man, with a shield and a man, in half from head to toe.

However, Lothar came with a 'Marseille maneuver'.

Please forgive Duke for using a football term to describe Lothar.

But after the big boss forced Lothar to see through the enemy's simple and crude attack line, he instantly made an extremely gorgeous turn, which reminded Duke of Zidane......

The same chic, the same full of artistic beauty.

Lothar turned with his left foot as a fulcrum, dodging the thunderous axe slash with ease, and then held the sword in his backhand as if he were playing with a sword flower, and the sharp sword of the king pierced through the gap between the helmet and armor of the orc guard's slight right turn.

Blood splattered.

The blade pierced the orc guard's jaw without any hindrance, piercing through the brain.

Until the moment of death, the orc's eyes were still full of incomprehension and shock.

And Lothar's long flowing hair, raised by the rapid turning, was now meekly prostrate on her shoulders under the action of gravity.

It's easy to kill enemies, and the hairstyle is not messy.

Handsome!

It's handsome!

And it's a one-hit spike!

Gently drawing his sword, he let the behemoth body of the dead orc fall with a bang, and the frenzied blood arrows erupted behind him, and Lothar flicked his long sword, flicking the filthy blood beads onto the floor tiles.

Lothar walked slowly towards the black hand.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Every step you take, that unparalleled domineering spirit is full of points.

"Shhh

They all had the same thought: this guy really deserved to be the first warrior of mankind.

"Hahaha!" the big chief's black hand let out a hearty laugh.

He was not in the least angry at the death of the guard, but he was deeply attracted by the magnificent steps of Lothar's almost dance steps. With a split of his hands, he pushed away the guards who stood in front of him, and the black hand stepped forward proudly.

"Hahahaha! You're good! Sure enough, you're qualified to challenge me. ”

Duke Interpreter: "Anduin, this arrogant guy agreed to fight you. ”

Lothar stood ten meters apart from the black hand and smiled: "Duke, tell this guy to laugh more while he can still laugh, I don't want to cut off his head and he still has this ugly smile on his face." ”

Duke translated.

The black hands didn't care, they taunted each other before the fight or something, it was definitely a repertoire for the duel: "Tell this human warrior that as long as it's a warrior's head, I'll marinate it and preserve it." ”

Before Duke could translate, Lothar had already scolded in a low voice: "If you say cruel things, you can do it yourself." I don't know if I call him a coward, will it turn into him thinking I'm going to kiss his shoes. ”

"Orcs don't wear shoes. Duke shrugged.

Lothar gave Duke a blank look, and Duke was helpless: "Okay." ”

"Black Hand, our human side is much more civilized than you, Lothar said to cut off your head and freeze it to keep it fresh and complete. ”

If humans knew that Duke translated it like this, they would definitely complain: How can this practice be civilized?

But the orcs didn't care.

Perhaps, it is the strong enemy killed by [Makogora] that has the value of saving the enemy's head.

At this time, Orgrim strode forward with the ghostly battle flag of the Blackstone Clan in one hand and handed it to the Black Hand.

The Great Chief seemed to casually toss the banner to the ground, glaring directly at Lothar and then at Duke.

Duke will.

"Your Majesty, the orcs throwing out the battle banner means blocking the glory of the entire clan. For the duel to be established, we must do the same. ”

Ryan nodded, and one of the standard-bearers behind him held his head high, stepped down the steps, and handed the golden lion flag with a blue background and gold rimmed to Lothar, who had returned the sword to the sheath.

Lothar took the battle flag and threw it out as well, just on top of the Blackstone clan's battle flag.

Of course, the orcs would not have realized Lothar's careful thoughts.

"Makgora!" Orgrim shouted with a thunderous roar.

Orgrim's roar echoed, and in an instant, thousands of orcs shouted in unison: "Maggoras—"

"Whew-Whew-Whew-Whew-" Each orc kept raising and lowering his weapon, making that primitive and heroic sound.

Of course, the Stormwind Kingdom refused to show weakness, and King Ryan resolutely stood up, holding a shield in his left hand and the king's sword in his right hand slapping vigorously against the shield.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-" Hundreds of royal guards did the same thing.

The cold light shone, and each lion heraldic shield was like a hideous lion roaring. The warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom have condensed in this way to create a momentum that is not weaker than that of the tribe.

In the air, it was as if thousands of swords and hundreds of millions of axes were colliding fiercely.

Invisible swords and shadows filled every corner of the night sky.

"Come—" Lothar drew his sword again, and his hair flew up in a fluffy manner under the fierce night wind, and from a distance, Lothar's hair looked like the mane of a lion's head.

"Hah!" the Great Chief strode towards Lothar with heavy steps that shook the heavens...... (To be continued.) )