Chapter 243 Then I have no scruples (1 more)

   The sunlight pouring down on the sky was a bit dazzling, and the noise on the battlefield shook the whole world.

  The summer wind blows the flags held high by the standard-bearers behind each other, and the bright battle flags are shining brightly.

   However, no matter whether it is the close battle between Turalyon and Varok, or the noisy **** battle nearby, it cannot affect the duel between the two top heroes of this era.

  After dismounting, Anduin Lothar held a two-handed sword, like a **** of war, standing in front of the war chief Orgrim. On the contrary, the wolf king on the opposite side gritted his teeth and let out a low roar.

   Orgrim rolled over and patted the wolf on the neck: "Old friend, this kind of battle is not something you can mix."

   The Warg let out a helpless whimper and slid to the back obediently.

   is not a special mount, it simply cannot withstand the aftermath of the attack of the top powerhouse.

   Looking at the solemn Lothar, and then at the Holy Grail battle flag that was approaching at an accelerated pace, the domineering look on Orgrim's face turned to divine.

   In his savage mouth, he hummed a tune from the ancient wilderness, pathetic and majestic, but impassioned.

Even if the language is not clear, Lothar can feel that this is the belief passed on to Orgrim by the ancestors of the orcs, as if it is a sustenance through a distant time and space, so that he can see the orcs in that desolate and cruel land. surviving scene.

   There is no so-called justice, and there is no right or wrong in righteousness. The slaughter of the village and the city that is hated by humans, elves and dwarves, in the eyes of the orcs, this is just a very primitive predator!

  Speaking of which, human beings were able to occupy a dominant position on the eastern kingdom continent, wasn’t that the hegemony they grabbed from the trolls back then?

  Lothar suddenly realized something.

   "Very good! Let our weapons decide the ownership of this land!"

   is near!

   is closer!

  As the footsteps approached, the two entered the range of their weapons.

   "Huh!"

  【Destruction Hammer】a surging flame swayed, and the surrounding temperature rose by dozens of degrees in an instant.

  The temperature is so high that even the water in the atmosphere is evaporated at once. Lothar's vision became blurred. There was only one Orgrim, but there were people in the vision, and even breathing felt a burning pain in the nasal cavity.

  The scorching sun at noon hangs high in the sky. The dazzling sunlight and the blazing flames dye the surrounding earth. Even the green grass shows a strange fire-red reflection.

  Lothar moved!

   He was wearing heavy armor, and he was as light as a dragonfly.

So fast!

  Orgrim subconsciously flexed his right arm, trying to use the black Doomhammer to poke Lothar's sword away.

That's too late!

   The broad-bladed greatsword, thicker than an adult's thigh, looked like it was slashing, but in fact it turned nimbly in mid-air and stabbed at Orgrim at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake that was biting.

  Compared with the long sword, the black square-headed hammer was too slow, and Orgrim had only time to raise his left arm, trying to block Lothar's sword with the black iron armguard that Kagraz gave him.

  The blade of the sword intersected with the armguard, and a clear sound was heard.

  Lothar continued to stab in without hesitation!

  Orgrim ignored the severe pain from his left arm, and used his arm to push everything down. At that time, there was a metal rubbing sound mixed with the sound of a sharp blade slicing meat.

Not counting the injury to his left arm, Orgrim was cut from the lowermost rib on the left to the lower part of his left waist, and a large gap of 10 cm long was cut, and even the front of the sword pierced the lower part of his left lung and left kidney.

This is worth it!

   The seemingly sturdy black iron armor failed to resist Lothar's blade. If it wasn't for this block, Orgrim's heart would have been pierced.

   This is not the end!

  【Doom Hammer】is here!

When the    heat came, Lothar had done a right roll in a very embarrassed way,

   This is not enough, Lothar just bent his knees and straightened his body, and even the index finger and **** of his right hand just had time to touch the coldness of the ground, and a huge fireball slammed into the direction of his left cheek.

  Lothar subconsciously raised his sword to parry, and the next moment, an unpleasant metal explosion sounded, and the huge power paralyzed his entire left body...

  When Lothar tried his best to open his eyes, he realized that the scenery in front of him had changed.

  The earth is vertical.

Oh! It turned out that it wasn't the earth that was overturned, it was me who was thrown out!

The left face seemed to be stuck by something, as if the wire was tightly sewn to the left eyelid, and the lungs seemed to have been thrown with a lot of nails, and the pain was piercing the flesh. burning pain after.

  The hair was sticky to the cheek, the right eyelid was so heavy that it seemed to hang down at any moment, and the whole person fell asleep.

  Only the hilt of the sword is still tightly held in his hand——

   also only has the hilt!

  The family's ancestral steel two-handed sword, the blade is only the size of a pitiful slap.

   Just one blow, it was completely shattered.

   Sure enough, the opponent's weapon is very powerful!

   However, weapons are also a part of strength, there is nothing to say.

  History has been subtly changed here!

Although Lothar is still bald, he is no longer the 60-year-old old man in the original history. In contrast, Lothar in this world does not have [Quelzaram * Great Royal Sword], which makes Lothar in the Very bad for the fight.

   A fight against each other is a tragic defeat.

   It seemed that Orgrim had won. Even though the left abdomen was bleeding continuously, he was still the man standing on the ground, while Lothar fell to the ground in an embarrassment, struggling for a while but could not get up.

   "It's over!" Orgrim breathed heavily and strode towards Lothar, ten meters away. He wanted to end this worthy opponent.

  Suddenly, a figure in blue armor stood in front of him.

   "Go away! I don't kill nameless people!" Orgrim was very upset.

"Huh?" The comer has a very handsome face, with flowing golden hair under his helmet, and the corners of his curved mouth are playful: "If this is a duel, you have already won the war, Chief Chief. If If you insist on killing him, then let me - Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron, be your opponent!"

   Accompanied by a loud and powerful announcement, it is a flaming sword drawn from its scabbard!

  Magic weapons?

   From the intensity of the opponent's flames, Orgrim can judge that it should be inferior to his [Doom Hammer], maybe one or two steps away.

   Besides, if the eldest prince of the Lordaeron Alliance leader dies, the old man will cry for a long time, right?

"There is no such thing as a 'stop-and-go' on the battlefield. No matter what means are used, the one who survives is the winner! Go away, or I will kill you!" Orgrim's threat did not frighten the young prince. .

   On the contrary, the smile on the corner of Alsace's mouth deepened.

   "Since that's the case, I don't have any scruples anymore."

   "Huh!" Arthas waved his right hand and suddenly raised the gold-trimmed blue cloak behind him, covering most of his body. At the same time, he bent over on the left side and made a [sword drawing] posture.

   "Fancy guy!" Orgrim didn't care.

  Who knows, the next moment, a musket exploded.

   Seeing a hole in the other party's blue cloak, and feeling a sudden increase in pain in his left abdomen, Orgrim realized that he was overcast.

   (end of this chapter)