Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

With 80% of Orgrim's strength and the almost deformed shield in Lothar's hand as a guide, 80% of the strength became 120% of the strength. Orgrim was caught off guard and could not retract the warhammer in his hand, which hit the ground heavily, splashing a lot of dirt.

Without giving Orgrim a chance to react, Lothar took advantage of the fact that the Horde chieftain's heart was wide open, and the sword of the Grand Marshal was like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing his right rib quickly and fiercely!

Due to the blind spot in defense and the inability to retract his hammer to block, Orgrim was severely injured by the sword of the Grand Marshal. Even his family heirloom black plate armor could not help him block the sword.

Orgrim was severely injured and his face was grim. He blamed himself in his heart for being affected by the battle situation and becoming impatient, and falling into Lothar's trap. However, he still had a chance!

Isn't it just exchanging injury for life? I can do it too!

Bloody and violent!

Orgrim activated the orc's talent, and a red light came out of his body. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lothar wanted to withdraw and create some distance, and then slowly kill the injured Orgrim, but he found that he could not pull out the sword of the Grand Marshal!

Orgrim endured the severe pain in his ribs, controlled his muscles and ribs to hold the Grand Marshal's sword tightly so that Lothar could not pull away. Then, using the explosive power given to him by his bloody rage, Orgrim picked up the Doomhammer, swung it from top to bottom, and smashed it into Lothar's head.

A smile appeared in Orgrim's eyes. Victory was just around the corner. If Lothar dropped his weapon and pulled away, he could smash the back of his head in the next moment. But if he didn't retreat, I would at most be seriously injured, but he would definitely die!

I am only one step away from killing the Grand Marshal of the Alliance on the battlefield!

The morale of this Alliance group will collapse because of Lothar's death. As long as the orcs charge two more times, these human soldiers will turn around and run away crying. Now it will be the turn of the Horde to make a comeback!

At this time, Lothar's face also changed. He did not expect that the sword of the Grand Marshal was not drawn out. This one second made his situation very dangerous, and the offense and defense were reversed for a while.

Facing this thundering hammer, Lothar could only raise the shield in his left hand in an attempt to protect his face!

Bang!

The shield shattered into pieces!

Losa's left hand is broken!

The white bones pierced through the pink flesh!

There was no fear in the eyes of Lothar who was about to be shot in the head in the next moment, only determination!

He gathered all his strength, gripped the hilt of the Grand Marshal's Sword tightly with his right hand, and then stirred the blade stuck in Orgrim's body with force!

At this moment, Lothar had only one thought in his mind: If I can't survive, I will take Orgrim with me. Llane, my brother, Stormwind Kingdom depends on you to revive, and Valen is in your care! Galen, you must help Varian and Valen!

"For the Alliance! For Stormwind Kingdom!"

Lothar roared loudly and tried to leave his last words.

Turalyon on the periphery also noticed Lothar's desperate situation! He took a breath of cold air!

"No!"

At this moment, blood was pouring out of the corner of Orgrim's mouth. Looking at Lothar's roar of resignation, he had lost his intuition in his ribs. The massive blood loss also made him feel the loss of his strength.

But! He won!

All enemies of the Horde will die in this way, until the world belongs to the orcs!

One believes that he is going to die and his head will explode like a watermelon in the next moment, while the other believes that he has already won and that conquering the entire continent is just around the corner.

However, they decided the script but not the ending.

Neither Lothar nor Orgrim noticed the protruding pink crystal at the end of the hilt of the Grand Marshal's Sword. They both thought it was a decoration, and neither noticed that the pink crystal had been broken!

Doomhammer's attack was now unstoppable, continuing its downward arc, and in the next second it would hit the top of Lothar's helmet!

A large number of orange-yellow runes appeared at the soles of Lothar's feet, and a transparent light shield protected Lothar's entire body!

Bang!

The Doomhammer, which was originally capable of destroying the world, was like hitting a solid iron ball. Due to the recoil force from the hammer, Orgrim spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth!

Then, Orgrim seemed to have lost all his strength, and the Hammer of Destruction fell to the ground. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"This! Should not... be the fate... of orcs!"

The next moment, Orgrim was seriously injured and fainted in front of Lothar.

Lothar, with a confused look on his face, still held the hilt of the sword in his hand. When Orgrim fell to the ground, he pulled it out reflexively, and the sword of the Grand Marshal was pulled out of Orgrim's body. The unconscious Orgrim's body twitched.

The first one to react was Turalyon. As a top student at the Paladin Academy who had to take the Divine Shield test upon graduation, he noticed that the light shield on Lothar was very similar to the Divine Shield, and it was most likely the work of Garen!

"The chief of the tribe was killed by the Grand Marshal!"

"The Grand Marshal wins!"

"The Alliance will win!"

Turalyon led the few remaining knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood to break free from the Blackrock Guards who were entangled with them, and quickly rushed over to protect their own grand marshal.

The group of Blackrock guards also attacked Turalyon and his team's defense line like crazy. They thought that the warchief was already killed, so they had to retrieve Orgrim's body even if he was killed. The death of the warchief was already their dereliction of duty, and this was the only responsibility they had left as guards.

"The chieftain of the tribe is dead! Marshal Lothar killed Orgrim!"

The crazy shouts spread quickly among the Alliance soldiers, boosting their morale, while the orcs were like eggplants hit by frost, no longer as brave as before.

"The Alliance must win! The Alliance must win!"

A group of soldiers, as if they were injected with chicken blood, began to sweep across the entire field. Those orc camps that were still gathered together were quickly disintegrated and then divided one by one.

"No!"

With a roar, Broxigar, who broke free from the Stratholme Chapter and the Varokal Knights, went crazy. He rushed over with the remaining Blackrock Guards. He would not allow himself to abandon Orgrim!

"Caught alive!"

This is a remote order from Garin. The eldest brother of the Saurfang family has a hidden destiny. Garin wants to do an experiment to verify his guess!

With the entire 3,000 members of the high-level knights pressing forward, Broxga and the Blackstone Guards were unable to make any waves!

The Great Chief was defeated!

They lost!

The great orc who once led them to sweep across the entire continent was killed?

The orcs' faith collapsed!

The orcs were stunned. At this moment, they seemed to have lost all their energy and spirit, like zombies. The axes and maces in their hands fell to the ground one after another, and then they sat on the ground dejectedly.