By the time she arrived at this huge hall, Lothar already had a little memory. The floor tiles and wall decorations here are very similar to those of Medivan's study and bedroom. With a hunch in his mind, he knew that Medivan was not far from him.

As an old friend of Medivan for decades, he knows very well that many of the levels in Medivan's mage tower are not cleared, and he doesn't want to go to the next level.

For the sake of the kingdom, for the sake of Ryan, for the sake of the people, Lothar did not hesitate at all.

The status quo still makes Lothar frown.

The gap in forces is too great.

I don't know when, the chessboard has turned into a vast plain, except that the flat earth is still a white and black lattice, and the place has expanded many times.

It felt like being pulled into another world.

Ahead, there were three hundred orcs.

The orcs were more massive than the ones he had ever seen, and the armor on their bodies covered just as much, wielding their weapons, their fanged mouths gasping for air with terror. Lothar's subordinates are already strong enough, with an average height of 1.90 meters, and they are all giants in the seven kingdoms of mankind. But the figure on the other side is even more terrifying, with an average height of two meters and fifty.

In front of these guys, Lothar's elite soldiers can only reach their chests, and the proportions of this body are completely adults and children.

Seeing the heavy weapons on the opposite side, which cost hundreds of pounds no matter how you look at them, the elite soldiers of Lothar couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

More importantly, Lothar saw more tooth ornaments on these orcs, and he remembered that Garona had said that only the bravest tribal warriors, who had slain those recognized creatures of great form, were qualified to break off their fangs and wear them as ornaments.

Lothar saw a large number of huge tusks that were longer than the palm of a man's hand......

"How could it be ......" Garona couldn't believe the scene in front of her: "Black hand...... And his personal guard!?"

"Black Hand, the strongest of the orc tribe you are talking about, the Great Chief Black Hand?"

"Wait, you're ...... Lothar?"

Garona's appearance hadn't changed, and before she left, Lothar had given her a piece of steel armor that only Stormwind's elite warriors were allowed to wear. But she went from infantry to cavalry, and she apparently became a 'horse' on the chessboard.

The men around Lothar have become various pawns on the chessboard. The face is still my own face, but the equipment is a little different, and the feeling given to me by partial weapons is still the same.

There are two people who have changed the most, one is Lothar. Because he was wearing the golden armor of the 'Ryan' on the chessboard just now - the gold-filigree bright lion armor that symbolized the king's identity, as well as the full-cover golden helmet that resembled a lion's mouth and the gold-rimmed white cloak behind him, except for Ryan's hand and his own 'King's Sword', which was exactly what King Ryan did when he went to battle.

This kind of rebellious dress made Lothar feel disobedient.

If there was a change in Lothar's case, it was estimated that Lothar would die of shame.

There was a man who accompanied Lothar, and for some reason it made Lothar feel so much better.

Duke.

He wore a soft white feather collar and made a scarf, and the scarf was attached to a long cloak that dragged all the way to the ground. A dry mage robe made Duke, who had an ordinary appearance before, look full of bookish atmosphere. Most notably, Duke was holding in his right hand the possession of Medivan, the Guardian War of Etiyès, the artifact staff that symbolized the glory of the Guardians.

Well, it seems that Anduin has taken on the role of Ryan, and Duke has become Madison.

Duke glanced at his line and sighed, "Alas, Sir Lothar, don't mind this appearance, it's an illusion of magic, it doesn't mean anything. Those who are here are good soldiers who are loyal to you, to the kingdom of Stormwind, to the world of Azeroth, and no one will criticize you for such things. Let's focus on the next battle. ”

At this time, an existence that made Garona's entire body and even her soul tremble even more.

It was an orc who didn't look very tall compared to the other orcs.

He was hunched over, dressed in a wide black robe, and had several bone spurs on his back pointing straight to the sky, and several skulls that were supposed to be Draenei were pierced on the bone spurs. He has a terrible fangs with many rotten teeth, and a pair of eyes that glow with an evil green light.

"Guldan......" Garona said the name in a terrified trill, almost taboo to her.

Gul'dan is also here?

Lothar raised an eyebrow, looking at the unsightly orc warlock who was dozens of paces away. Through Garona, Lothar had heard about some of the most noteworthy figures on the orc side, and he certainly wouldn't forget Gul'dan, who was hailed as the most dangerous man.

But what's going on?

It's not that the other side doesn't want to fight, as if it's blocked by something.

"Wait a minute, it seems like a death game with souls. Of course, the opposite side is not really the Black Hand Great Chief and the real Guldan. However, unlike a normal game, it seems that reinforcements can be found. ”

"Reinforcements?" Lothar was stunned: "Where did we get reinforcements?"

It wasn't just Lothar who was stunned, in fact, Duke was also confused.

Because the system actually prompted him to say: "This is a death game with souls, if you fill more souls, you can have more additional reinforcements, which will undoubtedly increase your chances of winning." The current ratio is 11 to 89. ”

Damn! This is clearly a big headwind!

Isn't this forcing me to top up? Is it the kind of broken game that you don't have money to play with your paralysis? Are you playing me?

In the next moment, Duke decisively slapped himself in the mouth.

Because he saw in the list projected by the system sprite on his retina that he could use to recharge.

Duke's facial muscles deduce what moodiness is in just a few seconds.

"Well, in fact, there are reinforcements, but they look a little bit like they affect the city's appearance, so don't you mind. ”

"As long as it's for the victory, for the sake of Azeroth. Lothar has Superman's Kuoda: "Anyway, without you, we probably wouldn't be able to get here." Use any tricks. ”

Just as Duke was trying to recruit those guys, a bright red glaring warning text on the retina made Duke's head hurt.

"Warning! Warning! The 'pawn' you summoned now is the monster you killed in the first place. They are powerful and inhumane. If you let them enter the battlefield at this point, there is a 99.99% chance of rebelling and joining the opposing side. ”

Nima, isn't this a stone to shoot yourself tintin?

"What's the solution?" Duke asked the system elf in an almost swearing-in tone.

"Uh, you just have to inject your discipline into them, oh humanity, and the other side will completely follow your instructions in this fight. ”

For a moment, Duke could barely think about it.

But he immediately felt the gaze from all directions. The sight of Lothar, the sight of Garona, the sight of the elite soldiers, and even the sight of thousands of humans.

Duke gritted his teeth: "For the sake of faith, recharge!"