Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In the central battlefield, not only were Lothar and Orgrim fighting fiercely, but the guards around them were also fighting like crazy.

The Blackrock orcs are indeed powerful. They are a head taller than ordinary orc soldiers and can easily knock down two orc soldiers.

The knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood are no pushovers either. These powerful warriors, picked from thousands of men in Stormwind Kingdom, have followed Lothar for decades, from fighting against the gnolls in the western plains to the jungle trolls in the southern Stranglethorn Vale. They have fought hundreds of battles with orcs over the years. Those who have survived to this day are all monsters, and it is no problem for at least one of them to reach the peak of the ninth rank in the future.

Warriors like the Iron Horse Brotherhood, who are able to carry people on their shoulders and ride horses on their arms, can fight directly one-on-one with the Blackrock Guards without any fear.

Orgrim miscalculated. He did not estimate that there would be some humans who would show signs of atavism among them. Those were the iron-bodied Vrykul. He did not expect that his own Blackrock Guards would be held back. He originally wanted to fight in a group, but it turned into a one-on-one duel between him and Lothar.

The Arathi Highlands Warhorse and the Blackrock Wolf passed each other again, but no one expected that this passing by between the horse and the wolf would be their last fate.

Lothar and Orgrim wanted to kill each other's mounts to destroy each other's mobility at the same time. The result was that Lothar's sword of the Grand Marshal pierced the neck of the Blackrock Wolf, and Orgrim smashed the head of the Arathi warhorse.

The two mounts died on the spot, and the two people on the mounts were thrown out due to inertia.

The two battle-hardened men did a front flip on the ground, and after releasing the force, they landed steadily. The orcs and Alliance soldiers around them quickly made way for them, without any thought of taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. They were only afraid that they would be killed by the two top warriors by accident.

The two men turned around and rushed towards each other again. Although Orgrim's physical fitness was stronger than Lothar's, he was nearly a head taller than him, and his strength was far superior to his, but the fighting skills that Lothar had honed over the past thirty years were far beyond the reach of the orcs who liked to fight aggressively.

As soon as Orgrim came up, he aimed Doomhammer at Lothar's head and launched this fierce attack with an unstoppable momentum!

Lothar's face was calm. He grasped the hilt of the Grand Marshal's sword with both hands, squatted slightly with his legs rooted, and swung upwards from the lower right!

Although there is no such thing as "a little force can move a great force" in Azeroth, Lothar's combat skills also include similar tactics, using the opponent's force to counter attack, and using one's own strength to shake a larger and stronger force.

Orgrim was in mid-air and had no idea what was happening. He only knew that his leap and strike was very powerful, and he had smashed the heads of countless tall ogres and ogres.

Bang!

The two weapons collided heavily, and Orgrim's face changed. The Doomhammer in Orgrim's hand was almost knocked out of his hand by Lothar, and his body deviated from the falling trajectory in mid-air. Lothar took advantage of the situation and raised his right leg high, kicking Orgrim's abdomen heavily. However, Orgrim's black plate armor was not ordinary. Although Orgrim was kicked away, he did not suffer too much damage. He just felt his arms were a little numb after landing.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly condensed!

"lok\u0027tar ogar!"

"For the Alliance, for Stormwind!"

Both sides roared in battle and started fighting again.

The battle between the two legendary warriors was quite exciting, with greatswords and war hammers coming and going. One was tall and strong, with great force, while the other was well-proportioned, agile and skilled. It was a pinnacle battle of strength and skill.

They have only one goal, which is to kill each other and win the battle.

The battle entered a stalemate. The greatsword was a sharp weapon, but it was not as advantageous as Orgrim's hammer in a collision. Lothar picked up a shield from the ground and began to fight calmly. He no longer used the greatsword and Doomhammer to fight head-on. If he had no chance, he would use the shield to block Orgrim's attack, and then use the shield to unload the force, looking for the flaws in Orgrim's aggressive attacks and counterattack.

Soon after, Lothar had cut several holes in Orgrim's black plate armor.

It's not that Orgrim only knows how to use brute force and has no skills at all. After all, orcs are natural warriors with violent and powerful talents. Therefore, they are used to using their physical advantages to fight and only have a brief knowledge of combat skills.

Humans use skills to make up for their lack of strength. After all, if a battle can be resolved with physical advantages, why would they go to great lengths to learn useless skills?

A trace of anxiety also emerged in Orgrim's heart. He had realized that he was beginning to be at a disadvantage. After all, such a large-scale attack method was very physically demanding. As long as he could not hold on any longer, it would be the time for Lothar to launch a major counterattack.

Moreover, the tribe's current disadvantage is that it lacks manpower. Kilrogg and Fenris on the eastern front, and Grom and the Burning Blade Masters on the western front are all fighting with the goal of killing the Alliance commander-in-chief. The longer they drag on, the greater the variables.

However, Orgrim still has an advantage. Both humans and orcs belong to the mortal race. The long-lived ones live for about a hundred years, while Lothar is nearly fifty years old, and his physical fitness has begun to decline from its peak. Orgrim is only thirty years old at most, which is the peak of an orc!

However, Orgrim did not know that Fenris had been captured, otherwise he would have been in an even worse mood. At this moment, he could only suppress his anxiety, and at the same time, he began to reduce the force of his attack and retained only one-third of his strength.

Time is a butcher's knife that makes people grow old quickly. After the battle lasted for half an hour, Losa felt exhausted and powerless. His lungs whistled in protest like a broken bellows.

In Azeroth, fifty years old is enough to be a grandfather. Because Lothar wandered around the flowers of Stormwind with Medivh and Llane in the past, he and Llane got married late and had children in old age. Otherwise, Valen's children would have picked up wooden swords and started laying the foundation by now.

The strong will to fight in his heart made Lothar keep holding on despite his tired body. Orgrim was also a little out of breath. Now it depended on who of them would give up first.

However, Lothar knew that judging from the physical fitness of the two races, he would be the first to give up, so Lothar decided to take a risky move and put himself in danger!

Orgrim tentatively swung his hammer down again, but this time, he did not feel any resistance from the hammer hitting the shield. Caught off guard, Orgrim was unable to control his strength, and Doomhammer slammed heavily onto the ground!