Now they all bet their lives, and whether the tribal victory hangs on them.
At that gate, Red Black Hand and Mam Black Hand were installed. Some clan members survived the battle of Gourdain Alliance Fleet. They sent scouts and destruction hammers to get here from Katz Mo Dan. They found him on the road. He has ordered them to go to the dark gate to meet others. He still doesn’t believe the brothers, but at least they have proved their loyalty to the tribe. He needs strong fighters to defend the passage to Delano. If they lose that gate, they will escape, even if the battle may be led to them.
He nodded to his ogre again, and then went up to the square plain to fight for them.
Just like the hope of the hammer of destruction, the alliance was not prepared for the orc raid. Humans planned to hold a siege. They tried to wait for the orcs to escape by themselves, which made some of them foolishly exposed that they were located outside a circle of cliffs around Blackstone Mountain.
"Orcs!" A soldier shouted and ran to Lothar and his adjutant’s place. "They broke through our defense!" "
"What?" Lothar kicked his steed and sped through the black valley where the Alliance forces were located. Turayan and others followed behind him.
There can be no mistake. When he approached the front line, he did hear the sound of fighting, and then he saw their orcs, but he had never seen such orcs. They were huge creatures with thick arms and strong legs. Their hair was nailed to their heads like a bird’s crown or a horse’s mane. These orcs didn’t wear armor. They wore belts, shoulder pads and shoes made of fur, waving their weapons wildly and attacking what they touched. Their green skin was covered with tattoos. Most orcs wore small pieces of metal or something that looked like bones. They were savage and afraid of this crazy offensive. Humans were losing ground.
Wu Seer!’ Lothar shouted, before the paladin rode, he put the sword down and pointed to the orcs. That’s enough. The paladin nodded and waved to the silver hand members to follow him. He wore a helmet and raised his hammer.
"In the name of light!" Wu Seer shouted that a crimson light appeared in his other weapon. "We will never allow these beasts to live!" Then he rushed into the battlefield, and his hammer hit the head of the nearest orc and shattered his skull.
In this area, the sky is always covered with thick clouds and smoke, casting heavy shadows and blood-red rays, but now everything is different. When Wu Seer rushed to gather tribes, the clouds were divided into a pure sunshine. This paladin turned into a naked body, which made people awe and fear. Every time he swung, he hit the orc soldiers stagger.
His paladins also rushed to Wu Seer, and the light was also full of them. In the past few months since the war, the order of the silver-handed paladins has been expanded. Except for Tulayan, there are now twelve paladins under the command of Wu Seer. These twelve men rushed into the battlefield. Their faith made the hammer, tomahawk and sword in their hands glow with heat, and his alliance soldiers retreated aside and made a way.
These orcs turned to face their new enemies. It was a brutal battle. Barbarians fought fanatics, shined their armor and fought tattoo decorations. These orcs were strong, intractable and crazy, and they felt no pain. But the paladins were full of justice, anger and faith. Their holy aura made every orc turn their heads when attacked. With this advantage, the paladins surrounded the savage orcs and killed them one by one until all the orcs fell to their feet.
"Well done," said another sentry in Lothar when he arrived at his side. So now? He fretted about another wave of attacks?
"Another wave of attack!" The sentry caught his breath and interrupted his thoughts. "This time it’s from the west."
"Damn it!" Lothar muttered, kicking his horse again and rushing to a new place. They were very clever. He had to admit that he didn’t expect this attack, and others were not ready for the battle. Most people were relaxed and prepared for a long-term siege. Although he had reached the alert order, many people lost their armor, and now they have paid the price. If the orcs can weaken their defense in this sudden attack, they will have a chance to break through here and escape into the nearby mountains, which will take months or even years to catch them, which will make the tribe regroup and launch another attack when it is enough.
He must not let this happen.
He rushed into the battle, and his steeds trampled on all the orcs who didn’t come. Then he took his steeds and slowed down and looked around. The offensive here was more fierce than before. There were about six people, and there were six frightening ogres. Among them, they fought savagely, but they didn’t show some tactics like the wave just now, especially the tall orc, whose long hair was tied into a gorgeous braid. When he waved a huge black hammer, he flew left and right, hitting the Union soldiers every time. The giant moved quickly but carefully, wearing a huge black plate armor didn’t affect his action at all, and all this made Lothar suddenly realize that this man was their leader. He urged his horse to rush into the battlefield. The giant raised his head and made eye contact with him. These eyes didn’t have the usual red color in Lothar’s former enemies-they were gray and full of wisdom, and then his pupils dilated as if he had recognized him.
There! When Doomhammer noticed that the tall man was approaching on a horse, he smiled. It was this man with the shield, the giant sword and the bright sky-blue eyes. He was their leader. He was Doomhammer who hoped to find someone. If he could kill this man, the army would collapse.
"Go away," roared the hammer of destruction. He hit a human soldier who was in the way and kicked a road. The orc soldier on his own side saw the man rush into the battlefield and raised his sword and pointed it at him. The human leader stared at him with his eyes fixed on him.
Fighting anger filled him, but the hammer of destruction kept his eyes on his enemy. He strode forward. He swept the body of the earth aside with his hammer. Whether it was an orc or a human, he gave everything to that man. The human became cautious. Although he didn’t really hit his hand, he hoped that they could hide from his horse and swing it. Finally, no soldier stood up and the hammer of destruction could face this man at close range.
The man riding the horse was dominant, and the destruction hammer quickly solved the problem. His hammer drew an arc, and the huge stone top severely hit the horse’s head. The horse fell down, and blood gushed out from its broken bones. Its limbs twitched. The human didn’t fall down. When the horse fell, he jumped aside with the stirrup and directly faced the people around the destruction hammer. The fighting sounds seemed to have been eliminated. The two leaders raised their weapons and collided without saying a word. They all had one goal-to kill each other.
This is a contest of strength. Lothar is a tall and strong man, as strong as most orc soldiers, but the hammer of destruction is still taller, more powerful and younger. Although Lothar lacks young speed, he has more technical experience.
Both of them were dressed in heavy plate armor, and the battle-hardened storm kingdom armor fought against the tribal black plate armor. Both of them held the ordinary warrior method and waved their weapons, flashing runes. The sword of the storm kingdom destroyed the hammer, and both of them vowed to win. What kind of price did they pay?
Lothar first launched the attack, and his sword swept past to avoid the hammer of destruction, blocking the orc’s heavy armor, and drew a gap. The tribal chief snorted with pain because of this impact. He quickly countered the hammer of destruction, and Lothar took a step back to avoid this attack, but the hammer of destruction instantly turned his wrist, swept the weapon away and brushed Lothar, making his center of gravity unstable and retreated a few steps. Another hammer followed, but Lothar raised his sword and hit the long handle of the hammer to block the attack. At one time, two soldiers tried their best to hit the hammer of destruction, and Lothar hoped to hit it.
Then Lothar successfully deflected the blade and shook the hammer to one side. He leaned over, and the destruction hammer tried to bring the huge weapon back to the front blade and hit the orc’s face, which made the big chieftain faint in an instant. However, the destruction hammer hit Lothar’s neck with a sharp wave of his hand, and took advantage of the shock to shake the alliance commander, picked up his weapon again and recovered his composure.
Turayan was fighting with other orcs. When he hammered down an enemy and passed the fallen soldier, he saw Lothar fighting with a tall orc. "No!" Turayan shouted and looked at his leader. His hero was facing a tall orc in black armor. He launched an attack with his regrouped troops. Every time he waved his hammer, he knocked down the orcs around him. He desperately tried to make a way to the two commanders.
Once again, they approached Lothar, brandishing a sword with a hammer. His lion’s head shield was hit by the force of the destruction hammer, and he was almost bent by the impact. However, his sword and the orc’s heavy breastplate drew a deep crack. The destruction hammer took a step back. His lips twisted with pain and frustration, and he pulled his damaged armor. At the same time, Lothar straightened up again and threw the shield in his hand aside. Then the two men roared and charged again.
Without armor, the speed of the destruction hammer became faster, but Lothar became a sword in both hands, and it was easier to wave it to avoid the orc defense. Both of them ate a solid blow, and the destruction hammer was cut into a deep and long wound near the stomach. Lothar was hit on the right side of his body, and two people staggered to prepare for the third attack. Around them, other orcs and humans were fighting their own battles. Two powerful leaders attacked again and again, each time looking for the opponent’s defense weakness, and each attack exerted their strength.
Once again, two men came close to the hammer of doom and hit Lothar in the chest with a heavy punch. His breastplate smashed a dent, which made the general unstable. Before he recovered, the hammer of doom took a step back. The blow made him physically strong. Lothar raised his sword in his hand and tried to block the fierce blow. The blade was able to withstand the swing-
-was immediately shattered by the shock.
Turayan gasped when the fragments of this colorful sword fell, and the attack of the destruction hammer continued inexorably. His falling arc hit Lothar’s helmet and made a crushing impact. The Azeroth lion shook his body and launched his conditional shot. He swung his hand forward. Before he fell, broken arrow, who had a gap, cut the destruction hammer in his chest, and the soldiers on both sides stopped fighting. It became quiet around them. They watched the alliance commander fall to the ground, and his body twitched until he completely lost its vitality. Then nothing could stop the blood from pouring out of his destroyed helmet like a spring.
The hammer of destruction stepped unsteadily and took a step forward. He raised his hand and covered his body. Blood from the wound flowed out through his fingers, but he still straightened up and took a deep breath to lift the hammer over his head.
"I won!" In his hoarse voice, he announced that he was still the winner despite some instability and blood in his mouth. "All our enemies must die! Until your world, we all have chapter 22.
"no!" The word popped out of Turayan’s mouth. He pushed the people around him through the crowd and fell to his knees next to the cold body, which belonged to his hero, his mentor and his commander. Then his eyes moved to the front of him. There was something in the orc, and his heart gradually formed.
Turayan has been struggling in his faith for months. He has always had a special question. When something deformed, cruel and pure evil like a tribal orc walks in this world, does the holy light accept all the souls of all living things? When he thought about this question, he lacked confidence in the knowledge taught by his church. He watched with envy as Wu Seer and his paladins blessed others. They were enthusiastic and radiant, but he knew that he did not have their abilities.
However, this orc, the hammer of destruction, just woke up something in his speech. Turayan tried to recall that "until your world is all ours". The chief of this tribe proudly said that "your world" is not "our world" or "this world"
This is the answer.
He remembered the Dark Gate, of course-Khadga described it when they first met, and then this place will be recalled many times whenever the orc threat is discussed, but for some reason this thing has not left a deep impression on him until now.
Orcs don’t belong in this world.
For this planet, they are all alien creatures. They came to this land, and they came from another place, and they were instilled with demon power in the distant past.
The light accepts all life, all people who live in this world, but the orcs are not included. They don’t belong here.
And this says that his duty is very clear, and he was chosen by the holy light to make it dazzling and glorious, to eliminate all external threats and to maintain purity.
The orc doesn’t belong here, which means he needs to kill the orc and be punished
"Holy light name, your time here is over!" He shouted that a brilliant crimson light came to him, and the orcs and humans around him turned their heads to protect their eyes because of this dazzling light. "You are not a member of this world, you are not accepted by the holy light, and you don’t belong here! Get out! "
The tribal chief took a step back with a twisted face, raised his hand to protect his eyes, and Turayanli squatted next to Lothar’s body again at this time.
"May the Holy Light be with you and my friend forever" in his novel, his forefinger touched the broken forehead of the dead general, and his tears fell into the blood of the dead soldier. "You have won a seat in the Holy Light, and the earth light will welcome you into its affectionate embrace." A halo extended around the whole body and gave off a pure white light. He recognized that his dead friend’s expression gradually relaxed and became calm and satisfied.
Then Turayan got up again, and now he is holding a broken sword in one hand, "and you dirty creature". He turned to face the dizzy and destructive hammer and announced, "You will pay for the crimes committed by her people in this world!"
The hammer of destruction must have heard the threat in the words. The orc leader grabbed his hammer with both hands and held it high to block the attack he felt. However, Turayan held the broken sword handle with both hands and continued to sink with a dazzling flash of light.
The weapon of destruction cut into the black stone part of the huge hammer. The impact shook with the heavy wooden handle and left the master’s hand. When the hammer of destruction turned white, he opened his eyes and then closed his eyes, waiting for the next attack to fall on himself.