Chapter 242 Destiny Showdown (3 more)

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   The first to hit the Orgrim striker was the troops directly under the royal family of Lordaeron.

  To be fair, the real war is not a game, you can't see the level of the enemy, is there a [Skull] that represents the unbeatable or a rare [Silver Dragon] mark or something.

   Seeing the enemy, the brave Lordaeron General A went over.

   Then there is no then.

   Originally, a tool person who died if he was forced to die, and who has never been in the history books, it is amazing to show his face.

  However, he controls the direct troops of the royal family of Lordaeron.

  The more old-fashioned the army, the more obvious the manifestation of [the courage of the soldier]. Although their sense of honor forced the Royal Legion to continue fighting, the sense of confusion brought about by the loss of command and morale was clearly reflected.

   To make matters worse, berserk orcs are the ones who like to fight the most.

   For a time, Lao Taizi's direct line was simply chopped off by the Black Stone Orcs like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

   "Where's the Silver Hand?" MacDonald reluctantly asked the elite operator through the system.

   "Kilrogg blocked Uther, Rexxar blocked Saidan and Tirion." [Chu Jiayun] replied: "Ah, Mograine is coming up...not blocking it!"

   From the screen that the player saw when the Griffin passed by at a high altitude, there were a lot of things that didn’t look like human beings exaggeratedly facing each other.

   Obviously there are only pictures, no sound.

When I saw a green figure and a golden figure, using the **** [anger] axe and the golden [Holy Light] great sword to slash the huge smoke and dust, when I saw the earth due to two perverted confrontations cracked and cracked...

  You said this is not a Zaku Kogan Gundam, who would believe it?

   In this level of duel, the weakest point is to be beaten!

  Mograine... It may not be believed by others, he was beaten by Varok Saurfang. It should be said that King Saurfang is worthy of being the man in history who can still smash the bear-shaped Malfurion chrysanthemum with an axe when he is over sixty years old.

   The young version of Saurfang is simply fierce.

   An axe down, the impact might be ten tons to start.

   In the ghost-level screen where the system kept playing backwards, it could be clearly seen that Mograine, who was slightly under-prepared, suddenly encountered a top-level orc mad battle, and suffered a big loss in the first round.

   In the first fight, Mograine was okay, and the scene was half-baked.

  When the streamer of the great sword hit the blade of the battle axe, and after the loud clanging sound, the two stalwart figures trembled at the same time.

   Varok's second hit of Iron Mountain made Mograine too much to bear.

  The first blow can also create impact with speed and distance, counteracting the giant power of the orcs.

   The second blow is pure, absolute power!

   Mograine felt like he was run over by a [Steel Star]. Even though he made the T-step, he still heard a sharp "bang" sound. He could clearly see that the other party's fangs shoulder armor full of wild aura sank straight into his shoulder armor, and the heavy black armor slammed on his left breastplate, sputtering a bright golden spark.

The result of the    strength match was that Mogney was directly blasted off his left shoulder armor and left breastplate, suffering moderate injuries, and at the same time he flew out backwards.

   Thanks to the strength of Mograine's personal guard knights, he rushed up to protect the master immediately.

   Originally, Mograine used the Holy Light to heal himself, and then rushed up, maybe it would be a bladder game.

  Varok saw through this, he had no interest in the paladins, he jumped ten meters away, mounted the Warg, and continued to charge.

   One wrong step, one wrong step.

  When Mograine was temporarily frustrated and the Scarlet Crusaders were washed away, nothing could stop Orgrim's hurricane advance.

   More than 2,000 wolves were sprinting. The largest alpha wolf in the pack raised his head and raised his trombone while running, his gray-black mane spread out in the wind, majestic. On the right side of its body is the flowing flames released by [Doom Hammer].

   Another team of brave human knights rushed up!

  Unfortunately, no knight is the enemy of 【Doom Hammer】.

   In the roar of the flames, the human blade array was directly divided into two.

  The blood of the warhorse flows meaninglessly under the wolf's claws, and the former sharp arrow array looks like two pieces of wood split by an axe from the sky.

   "Shoot!"

Rows of crossbow arrows flew into the air, and penetrated into the front of the Warg cavalry with black light. The Warg cavalry in the front three rows rolled down on their knees together with the wolves, while the wolf cavalry in the back immediately passed over the body of their companions. It is like a huge wave rolled up by a storm at sea, easily crossing the dam.

   Until the orcs meet a circle of steam tanks.

   "Ogre Guards!" Orgrim shouted.

   A row ran all the way, followed by the burly ogre who had come here with two 'bang bang', and all patted the black iron steel armor five centimeters thick on the left chest. Following behind the Great Chief, he rushed out without changing his face.

   They charged completely with dwarven artillery.

   A lot of ogres slammed a cannonball into the front, and their entire shoulders, armor and flesh were blasted, but they still roared and continued to launch a desperate charge towards the steel defense line in front of them like undead.

   "Lok'Tar-Ogar!"

   The ogre raised the huge warhammer in his hand high, strode forward, and fought against the technology beyond their imagination with the most extreme brutality.

   "Boom!"

  “Boom—”

   "Boom!"

   Demolition of tanks with bare hands - so terrifying!

   Even if half of his body was blown up by the artillery, or even a small half of the sky was blown away, the ogre still overturned the 15-ton tank to the ground before dying.

  The tank with the chassis turned upside down and the crawler keep turning, looks like a tortoise with its shell turned over.

  The thick steel buckle of the bowl was broken by one hand, and even if the eyes were blown out by the dwarves jumping out of the tank, these loyal ogre guards still exerted their ferocity to the last moment of their lives.

The defense line that the    Alliance painstakingly prepared was torn apart in the beast-bound battle of the orcs.

   Even though more than 300,000 orcs were stubbornly blocked by the Stratholme Legion, Orgrim, covered in blood, still stood in front of Anduin Lothar.

   Orc Warchief VS Alliance Commander!

  This historic picture is destined to be remembered by thousands of soldiers and will leave the most profound stroke in the history books.

   As the commander-in-chief, there is absolutely no need to take the lead.

  There are always some things that cannot be avoided!

   Orgrim sarcastically, pointed his warhammer behind Lothar, and the mouth was in the common human language: "You can escape!"

  Lothar crossed the sword immediately and said lightly: "I escaped once in Stormwind City. This is the last time."

   Orgrim suddenly felt: "I escaped in Quel'Thalas once, and the last time."

   Looking at the Stratholme Holy Grail Battle Flag that was fast approaching here, Lothar suddenly smiled.

   "Kill me and you won't win!"

   "If you don't kill you, the orcs will definitely lose!"

   Suddenly the two found that they no longer needed nonsense!

   Two people, one is destined to die here.

   "Orc Warchief, Blackrock Clan - Orgrim* Doomhammer!"

   "Alliance Grand Marshal, Stormwind Kingdom - Anduin Lothar!"

   (end of this chapter)