Stratholme God

Chapter 243 Then I Have No Scruples (1 More)
The sun pouring down from the sky was dazzling, and the noise on the battlefield shook the whole world.

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

However, whether it is the desperate battle between Turalyon and Varok in close proximity, or the noisy bloody 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 god of war, standing in front of the great chief Orgrim.On the contrary, the wolf king on the opposite side gritted his teeth and let out a deep roar.

Orgrim turned over and got off the wolf, and patted the wolf's neck: "Old friend, this kind of battle is not something you can get involved in."

The warg whimpered helplessly, and obediently slipped to the back.

It's not a special mount, and it can't withstand the aftermath of the top powerhouse's attack at all.

Looking at a solemn Lothar, and then at the Holy Grail battle flag approaching in the distance, the arrogance on Orgrim's face turned holy.

From his ferocious mouth, he hummed a tune from the ancient wilderness, sad and majestic, yet 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 that has traveled through distant time and space, allowing him to see the orcs in that desolate and cruel land. saved scene.

There is no so-called justice, there is no moral right or wrong, the slaughter of villages and cities hated by humans, elves and dwarves, in the eyes of orcs, this is just a very primitive law of the jungle!

In other words, human beings were able to occupy a dominant position in the continent of the eastern kingdom, wasn't it the hegemony that was won by the trolls back then?
Lothar suddenly realized something.

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

close!

Closer!
As the footsteps approached, the two entered the range of the weapon.

"Huh!"

[Doomhammer] swayed surging flames, 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 many people in his vision, and even breathing felt a burning pain in his nasal cavity.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky at noon, and the dazzling sunlight combined with the blazing flames dyed the surrounding land, and even the green grass showed a strange fiery red reflection.

Lothar moved!

Dressed in heavy armor, he was as light as a superficial touch.

So fast!

Orgrim subconsciously exerted force with his right arm, trying to push Lothar's sword away with the dark Hammer of Doom.

That's too late!

The wide-bladed sword thicker than an adult's thigh seemed to be slashing, but in fact it turned nimbly in mid-air and stabbed at Orgrim at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake biting.

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

The sword edge intersected with the armguard, and there was a clear and clear sound.

Lothar continued to stab in without hesitation!

Orgrim ignored the sharp pain coming from his left arm, and slammed down everything with his arm. At that moment, there was a sound of metal friction mixed with the sound of sharp knives cutting meat.

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

This is worth it!
The seemingly solid black iron armor failed to withstand Lothar's sword. If it weren't for this block, Orgrim's heart would have been pierced.

This is not the end!
[Doom Hammer] is here!
When the blaze came, Lothar had already performed a right roll in embarrassment,

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

Lothar subconsciously raised his sword to parry, and the next moment, there was an unpleasant metal explosion, and the huge force paralyzed his entire left half of his body...

When Lothar tried 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 flew out!
The left side of the face seemed to be stuck by something, as if the left eyelid was sewn tightly with a thread, and the lungs seemed to have been sprinkled with a lot of nails. Burning pain afterwards.

The hair sticks sticky to the cheek, the right eyelid seems to be drooping at any time, and the whole person falls asleep.

Only the hilt of the sword is still gripped in the hand——

Only the hilt is left!

The family's ancestral stainless steel two-handed sword, the blade is only the size of a poor palm.

With just one blow, it shattered completely.

Sure enough, the opponent's weapon is very powerful!
However, weapons are also a part of strength, so there is nothing to say.

History has changed subtly here!
Although Lothar is still bald, he is no longer the sixty-year-old man in the original history. Correspondingly, in this world, Lothar does not have [Quelzalam * Great Royal Sword], which makes Lothar It is very disadvantageous in the fight.

One move against each other is a tragic loss for both sides.

It seemed that Orgrim had won. Even though his left abdomen kept bleeding, he was still the man standing on the ground, while Lothar fell to the ground in embarrassment, struggling but couldn't get up.

"It's over!" Panting heavily, Orgrim strode towards Lothar ten meters away. He wanted to finish this respectable opponent.

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

"Get out! I won't kill the unknown!" Orgrim was very upset.

"Huh?" The visitor has an extremely handsome face, and the flowing golden hair tips are exposed under the helmet. The corners of his mouth are curved with playfulness: "If this is a duel, you have already won the victory, Great Chief. If If you insist on killing him, then let me—Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron, be your opponent!"

Accompanied by the sonorous and powerful announcement, a flaming long sword was unsheathed!
Magic weapon?

From the intensity of the opponent's flames, Orgrim can judge that it should not be as good as his [Doom Hammer], maybe one or two stops behind.

Besides, if the eldest prince of Lordaeron Alliance leader dies, the old man will cry for a long time, right?
"Life and death fights on the battlefield, there is no 'point to stop', no matter what method is used, the one who survives is the winner! Go away, or you will be killed together!" Orgrim's threat did not scare the young prince. .

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

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

"Huh!" With a wave of his right hand, Alsace suddenly raised the blue cloak inlaid with gold behind him, covering most of his body, and at the same time bent over with his left side, making a [drawing sword] posture.

"Fancy guy!" Orgrim didn't care.

Who knows, the next moment there was a musket blast.

Seeing a hole in the opponent's blue cloak, and feeling the sharp pain in his left abdomen, Orgrim realized that he had been fucked.

(End of this chapter)