Chapter 88

Lothar could clearly feel that the sword in his hand was trembling because of his full of resentment, and his will flowed on the blood-stained blade that hadn't even had time to wipe it off.

Is it the determination to defend the human world?

Is it unwillingness to be restrained by the nobility?

Is it a struggle against the impending fate?

Lothar didn't know it himself, but he knew that the unyielding soul burning in his body was telling him that he and his sword needed to drink the blood of orcs.

Seeing Lothar leading the Griffon Legion warriors rushing towards the orc survivors who hurriedly climbed up the river bank, Duke smiled.

No one can swim with a sledgehammer and a tomahawk weighing dozens of pounds.

Although the orcs are strong, but the orcs who have been counted in a row and then lost their weapons can take advantage of the heavily armed griffin army?

They were still roaring, even attacking the human warriors with bare hands. It's a pity that without the heavy hammers and giant axes that can easily smash the shields, their attacks will not be much stronger than the beasts in the woods.

Shield Bash! Mass or thrust of sword or gun!

Every small battle group composed of five or six warriors harvested the lives of orc warriors extremely efficiently.

The cavalry of Bolvar, who had just joined the battlefield, played the greatest damage. They rushed downstream at high speed, hacking and killing the orcs wantonly on the river beach.

A little upstream from the Orc's Crossing, in the soggy woods, the fire could barely spread. Suddenly, there was a shocking shaking, and many big trees hugged by one person were easily brought down.

Surrounded by a group of extremely majestic orcs, the great chief of the tribe, Black Hand Destroyer, came to the river. When the last big tree that blocked his view was brought down by his personal guards, the tragic situation of the tribe in front of him was reflected in the eyes of the great chief. .

awful!

It's too awful!

Thousands of tribal warriors fell forever by this unknown river. Many of them were stabbed to death by a large number of sharp wooden stakes washed down from the upper stream, a few were drowned, and more were shot to death by javelins and surrounded by human soldiers across the river.

On the other side of the river, the almost unilateral killing continued.

The billowing torrents tens of meters wide cut off the possibility of the black hand sending troops to rescue.

"Roar——" Black Hand let out an extremely angry roar on the other side. Apart from that, he was completely helpless. He could only watch helplessly as the orcs on the other side were still fanatical and struggling, but were still helplessly slaughtered.

History is strikingly similar.

Two people who were destined to become mortal enemies by fate—the future Azeroth lion Anduin Lothar and the current great chief's deputy Orgrim Doomhammer, their eyes were separated by the whole line The banks met in the void.

This is a very mysterious feeling, the premonition that there is only one life between you and me, it is indescribable.

Of course, for the Great Chief Blackhand who was standing next to Orgrim, it felt like Anduin was looking at him at the moment.

Seeing Anduin stepping on the back of a struggling orc under his feet, Blackhand let out a deafening roar.

"Small human! If you still dare to kill the orc warriors, I will cut off your head and use it as a urinal in the future!!"

Blackhand shouted in Orc language of course.

This does not prevent Lothar and the soldiers of the Griffon Legion, who are facing each other across the river, from realizing a similar meaning. For a while, hundreds of people turned their attention to Lothar.

Lothar wiped his bloody face with his left hand, and grinned at Black Hand. Anyone could see that it was a mocking smile.

In the next second, he grabbed the struggling orc's head with one hand, and the sharp sword cut off the throat first, and then cut off the orc's head with a few vigorous swings back and forth.

With his left hand, he raised up the ferocious orc head that was still dripping with blood, and Lothar also responded with a full-fledged roar.

"Fuck you orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live the Kingdom of Stormwind! Long live humanity—"

Almost all human soldiers were imitating Lothar, either holding up their heads or holding up their blood-stained long swords. For a while, the river bank became a hell for orcs and a paradise for human fighters!

"Fuck you orcs! Long live King Wrynn! Long live the Kingdom of Stormwind! Long live humanity—"

Proud and full of arrogance, the angry roar of human beings rejecting the invaders soared into the sky.

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

"Hahaha! Go to hell with all the green-skinned monsters!"

"Come one and I'll kill the other!"

"Guy with well-developed limbs, we are not afraid of you!"

Human provocation also transcends language.

The green face of the Great Chief Black Hand...was very black. The huge war hammer hit a nearby tree with one blow. The huge impact smashed the entire tree trunk into pieces, and the orcs next to him were injured by the fragments.

However, he was really helpless.

On the shore, Duke didn't make another shot. His mana was almost exhausted. Although the Arcane Fire Circuit was still continuously providing him with mana, he could clearly feel his spiritual power wasting.

Today, he has done a good job.

Even if the total combat power of the orc army is still strong, he also knows that he has done the best he can.

In the dark, a little light suddenly shines on the long river of fate.

That point of light is so weak for the entire long river, and it is not even bright among the lights of destiny of hundreds of millions of living beings in Azeroth.

But after all, Duke cast a new spark of destiny on this land that was about to fall to the dark rule of orcs.

Perhaps the fire will be extinguished.

Perhaps when this fire is suitable, there will be a flame of hope extending from it, burning all the claws of the devil.

Either way, this is Duke's first attempt at changing the flow of fortunes.

It seems to be quite successful.

In this battle, the Stormwind Kingdom lost.

Whether tactically or strategically, the defenders led by Lothar were losers.

A total of 3,000 elite soldiers of the Griffin Legion and the same number of garrison troops will sleep forever in the pass of Red Ridge Mountain. And their failure also led to the strategic passiveness of the Stormwind Kingdom - there is no danger to defend.

In this life, thanks to the fact that there is more water in Stone Tablet Lake than in the game, Duke played a game of water and fire. But this still cannot cut off the advantage of the orcs in combat power.

After a brief defeat, Gul'dan sent more Horde clans to invade Elwynn Forest in multiple lines at the same time. Its offensive is definitely faster than the "history" that Duke knows.

But that's out of Duke's control.

The warriors of the Griffon Legion returned to Stormwind a few days later.

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

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

As for the defeated negative dog, people will give the most cruel abuse.

They should have been abused and ridiculed.

For the Griffin Legion, their expressions were complicated.