This kind of pig-like teammate, seeing Lothar and his men frown, is even worse than a farmer with no combat experience and a pitchfork. If it weren't for knowing that this was cannon fodder that Duke had found, it was estimated that they would already be scolding their mother.

Just two minutes later, the situation changed again.

The orcs are in disarray.

After the orcs drank the blood of the demons, each green-skinned orc had an extremely wild factor in their body. Even if this is a simulated battle brought about by the chess level, it really reflects this.

After a brief confrontation, the Black Hand High Chieftain's Praetorian guards wielded heavy weapons and slaughtered the fishmen. However, when they were about to kill, they ran into the arrival of the Greyscale Naga.

The male Greyscale Naga is not a high-level class, but they rely on the muscles and more sophisticated weapons that are not inferior to the orcs, and although they are still at a disadvantage, they have managed to attract the attention of the orcs.

At this time, under Duke's mind control.

Uncle Hogg, who had died tragically under Duke, led his younger brothers to kill him from the left flank.

Duke suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy. Because of the bonus of demonic power, Uncle Hogg and his younger brothers, who almost taught Duke to be a man, all grew up and became so burly.

Now, when the system prompts that Hogg's soul can be thrown, Duke is still a little worried, wondering if this is a garbage version of the gnoll after the demonic power is removed. Keep in mind that the original Gnoll Man is less than a meter tall. If this size is against an orc, it is really more whack-a-mole than whack-a-mole.

Luckily, Duke got an enhanced version of Hogg, and he invested in an enhanced version.

These jackals, who were more burly than the fishmen, relied on their superior agility to successfully entangle more than a hundred Great Chieftain Guards. Even if the black hand's direct subordinates are stronger, it is difficult to gain the upper hand for a while.

Lothar and Duke looked at each other.

The so-called heroes see the same thing, and they know that the opportunity has come.

"For the sake of glory!

Lothar wielded the King's Sword and charged.

Male lions are rarely involved in hunting, and most of the time the task of hunting the lion herd falls on the lioness. Few people know that when the male lion who has been lazy all day long, attacks, the momentum is so terrifying.

Lothar's charge was not fast, and no adjective like an arrow from a string could be used on him.

But Lothar's charge gave people a sense of unstoppability like a flash flood and a landslide.

Heavy and solid footsteps, sonorous and powerful. Born with a little wavy hair, the mane that rises like a lion in the wind gives people an explosive beauty of strength.

It's getting closer.

Lothar could clearly see every hair on the face of the orc guard who reacted, and the tooth vision on every fang in his gasping mouth was so unusual. He even felt like he could smell the foul smell of the orc's mouth.

"Drink—" Lothar jumped slightly, his whole body like a lion biting, raising his shield and slamming into the middle of the ranks of the orc guards.

In the eyes of the elite soldiers who followed Lothar's charge at that moment, their most beloved Sir Lothar seemed to be the embodiment of the god of war, a symbol of invincibility. Following Lothar's back and looking at the cloak embroidered with the emblem of the Stormwind Kingdom behind Lothar, I felt like I was fighting with the god of victory.

A stream of blood surged into their hearts, making every corner of the warriors' bodies boil with their blood.

In the blink of an eye, Lothar had already killed three orc guards.

Their swift counterattack seemed to outsiders to be as ridiculous as clowns doing slow-motion in Lothar's eyes.

Stabbing swords, drawing swords, deadly attacks, almost done between lightning and flint.

Weaker warriors couldn't even see how Lothar had slit the throat of an orc with the blade of his longsword. If Lothar's attack was still traceable, Garona's attack was even more strange and swift.

No one could see exactly how Garona made a move. I only saw the appearance of this petite female orc figure compared to the orcs, which must have been accompanied by the scene of several orcs around him clutching the vital point and blood rushing to the ground between their fingers.

Lothar and Garona, the combination of the two of them, is the most dazzling banner in the eyes of the warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom.

No, there's one more dazzling flag - Duke!

Thirty-six mage hands appeared out of thin air, and shining arcane missiles sliced through the void, raining down like a storm on the orc guards who tried to encircle and annihilate Lothar.

Not only missiles, but also a continuous stream of lightning.

The frequency of lightning is so high that it's almost impossible to forget whether Duke used an arcane missile or a thunderbolt.

Duke's spelling skills were so superb that he even used his dazzling spell shots to shoot down the rain of flames that Gul'dan was trying to shoot at Lothar.

Arcane, thunder and lightning collide with fire, creating a magnificent spectacle in the sky above the battlefield.

Duke's accurate cover made Lothar remember that there was only one chance, and once they were encircled, the inferior human side would only drown in the furious sea of orcs, facing annihilation in despair.

The performance of the three of them made these elites of the Storm Kingdom almost forget about time and space, and subconsciously locked their eyes on the three of them. It wasn't until the first orc warrior to be struck by the stunned let out a painful wail that they came back to their senses and faced this battle with the utmost concentration, risking their lives and souls.

For some reason, the warriors had a burning passion in their chests, and they couldn't wait to end the battle with victory, and then dictate the heroic appearance of these three legends to their robes, their loved ones, and everyone who cared about the world of Azeroth.

Lothar drew his sword, and the last orc guard in front of him let out an angry and desperate scream, and when the wall-like burly body collapsed, there was no more gap between Lothar and the black hand of the Great Chief.

On the battlefield, there was a sudden silence.

Another burly, reddish-skinned orc with explosive muscles has appeared.

He raised his great hammer and raised it at Garona: "King to king! General to general! Traitor Garona, your opponent is me, Orgrim*, the hammer of destruction." ”

Beside him, Gul'dan was holding the infamous skull staff and pointed at Duke from afar: "Boy, your opponent is my Gul'dan. ”

Duke's pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath in his chest seemed to have some kind of fierce taste. He didn't know what the situation would be in this chess space. He only knew that he was the only one in this group who could stand up to Gul'dan.

"Come!"