Stormwind God

Lothar could clearly feel that the sword in his hand trembled because of his indignant anger, and the blood-stained sword had not even had time to wipe, and his will was shining.

Is it a determination to defend the human world?

Unwilling to be restrained from the nobility?

Is it a struggle against the coming fate?

Lothar himself was not clear, but he knew that the burning unyielding soul in his body was telling him that he and his sword needed to drink the blood of the orcs.

Duke laughed as Lothar led the soldiers of the Griffin Corps screaming at the orc survivors who hurried up the river bank.

No one can swim with sledgehammers and tomahawks weighing tens of pounds.

Although the orcs are strong, but the orcs who have been serialized and then have lost their blades, can they take advantage of the heavily equipped Griffon Legion?

They still growled, even with bare hands furiously attacking human warriors. Unfortunately, without a sledgehammer and giant axe that can easily break the shield, their attack will not be more powerful than the beasts in the woods.

Shield strike! Spurs of a collective or sword or gun!

A small battle group of every five or six fighters reaps the lives of orc fighters extremely efficiently.

The Beauval Cavalry, who just joined the battlefield, played the biggest kill. They rushed downstream at high speed and slashed the orcs on the river beach.

A little upstream of the orcs crossing the river, the fire could hardly spread in the wet woods. Suddenly, there was a shock and shaking, and many trees that were embraced by one person were easily brought down.

Surrounded by a group of extremely majestic orcs, the tribal chief warrior Black Hand * Destroyer came to the river. When the last big tree blocking the line of sight was guarded and brought down, the tragedy in front of the tribe reflected in the chief's eyes .

awful!

That's horrible!

Thousands of tribal warriors fell on this unknown big river forever. Many of them were killed by a large number of sharp wooden stakes washed down by the high, a few were drowned, and more were shot by javelins and surrounded by human soldiers across the river.

Across the river, almost unilateral killings continued.

The tens of meters of billowing Hong Tao isolated the possibility of black hand sending troops to rescue.

"Roar--" The black hand roared angrily on the opposite bank. In addition, he was completely powerless and could only watch as the orcs on the other bank remained feverish, still struggling, but still slaughtered helplessly.

History is strikingly similar.

The fate of the two men who are destined to become deadly enemies-the future Azeroth Lion Anduin Lothar and now the Warchief's deputy Orgrim * Doomhammer, the two of them look across the entire line The river banks faced in the void.

This is a very mysterious feeling, the kind of premonition that destined to live between you and me is indescribable.

Of course, for the chief black hand standing next to Orgrim, it feels that Andu is looking at him.

Seeing Anduin stepping on the back of a struggling orc under his feet, the black hand made a deafening roar.

"Small human! If you dare to kill the orc warrior, I will cut your head off as a urinal in the future!"

The black hand shouted, of course, orcs.

This did not prevent the opposite Lothar and Griffin fighters from reaching similar meanings. For a moment, hundreds of people set their sights on Lothar.

Lothar wiped his blood-stained face with his left hand and grinned at the black hand. Anyone could see that it was a mocking smile.

The next second, he grabbed the struggling orc's head with one hand, and the sharp sword cut his throat with a sword, and then severely cut back and forth with the sword.

The left hand held the bloody, low-faced orc first high, and Lothar snarled back with anger.

"Go to your orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live the Stormwind Kingdom! Long live humans--"

Almost all human soldiers are imitating Lothar, either holding up the first level in their hands or holding up the blood-stained long sword. For a time, the river bank has become an orc hell, a paradise for human warriors!

"Go to your orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live the Stormwind Kingdom! Long live humans--"

With lofty sentiments and swallowing mountains and rivers, the angry roar of humans rejecting the invaders rushed into the clouds.

After the neat shout, there were all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Hahaha! Go green monsters!"

"Come one and kill one!"

"A man with four limbs, we are not afraid of you!"

Human provocations also transcend language.

The chief's black hand with a green face ... was very dark. A huge warhammer smashed a tree with a hammer. The huge force smashed the whole trunk and smashed it, and the orc was also injured.

However, he was really helpless.

By the shore, Duke didn't take another shot. His mana was almost exhausted, and although the Austrian fire circuit continued to provide him with mana, he could clearly feel his mental weakness.

Today, he has done a good job.

Even if the total combat power of the Orc Corps is still strong, he also knows that he has achieved the best he can do.

Suddenly, a little light suddenly shines on the river of fate.

That light was so faint for the entire river, not even bright in the light of the fate of the billions of souls of Azeroth.

But Duke, after all, casts a new fire of fate on this land that is about to fall into the dark **** of the orcs.

Perhaps this kind of flame will go out.

Maybe when this kind of fire is suitable, there will be a fire of hope extending out of it, burning all the devil's claws.

Anyway, this is Duke's first attempt to change the direction of fate.

Seems quite successful.

This battle, the Storm Kingdom lost.

Both tactically and strategically, the defenders led by Lothar were losers.

There are 3,000 elite soldiers of the Griffin Legion and the same number of garrison soldiers, who will always rest on the mountain pass of Redridge Mountain. And their failure also resulted in the strategic passiveness of Stormwind Kingdom-no danger to defend.

In this life, the water of Shibei Lake benefited more than in the game. Duke played a fire and water attack. But this still can't cut off the orc's advantage in combat.

After a brief loss, Gul'dan sent more tribal clans, and multiple lines invaded the Elven Forest at the same time. Its offensive is definitely more rapid than the 'history' that Duke knew.

But that's not what Duke can do.

The soldiers of the Gryphon Corps returned to Stormwind a few days later.

In this era, people have a very direct expression of the returning army.

The triumphant army, people will not regret their praise and enthusiasm.

As for defeated negative dogs, people will give the most brutal scolding.

They should have been scolded and mocked.

For Griffins, their expressions are complicated.