When he came to this huge hall, Lothar had a little memory.△￠The floor tiles and wall decorations here were very similar to Medivh's study and bedroom. With a mysterious intuition, he knew Medivh was not far from him.

As an old friend of Medivh for decades, he knew very well that Medivh’s mage tower would not be able to go to the next level without passing many levels.

For the Kingdom, for Ryan, and for the people, Lothar did not hesitate at all.

The current situation still makes Losa frown at it.

The gap in force is too big.

I don’t know when the chessboard has become a vast plain. Except for the flat ground, the place has expanded countless times.

It feels like being pulled into another world.

There are at least three hundred orcs ahead.

The orcs he had seen with his own eyes were more burly, and the armor covered the same area. They waved their weapons, gasping in their mouths full of fangs, and emitted a terrifying aura. Losa's men were already strong enough, with an average height of 1.90 meters and 90 meters. In the seven kingdoms of humans, they were all giants. But the body shape on the opposite side was even more terrifying, and the average height was 2.50 meters.

In front of these guys, Lothar's elite soldiers could only reach their chests, and their body proportions were completely adults and children.

Seeing the heavy weapons on the opposite side that were hundreds of pounds no matter how you look at it, the elite soldiers of Lossa couldn't help but swallowed.

More importantly, Lothar saw more orbs on these orcs. He remembered that Garona said that only the bravest tribal warriors who had killed those recognized powerful creatures alone were qualified to break off the fangs of those creatures to make ornaments and wear them on their bodies.

Losa saw a large number of huge fangs longer than human palms...

"How is it possible..." Garona was disbelief of the scene in front of her: "The black hand... and his personal guards!?"

"Black Hand? The strongest man in the orc tribe you mentioned - the Great Chief Black Hand?"

"Wait, are you... Lothar?"

Garona's appearance did not change. Before setting off, Lothar had already given her a steel armor that only the elite warriors of Stormwind City allowed to wear. However, she changed from infantry to cavalry, and she obviously became a 'horse' on the board.

The subordinates around Lothar became various pieces on the chessboard. Their faces were still their own faces, but their equipment was a little different, and the hand felt by weapons.

There were two people with the biggest changes, one was Lothar. Because he was wearing the golden armor of "Ryan" on the chessboard just now - the golden light lion armor that symbolized the identity of the king, the full golden helmet that looked like a lion's mouth and the white cloak behind him. In addition to Ryan's hand, he was also his "Sword of the King", which was completely the outfit of King Ryan when he went to the battlefield.

This kind of outfit that was conspiring and rebellious made Losa feel unconventional.

If only Losa changes like this, it is estimated that Losa will be ashamed to death.

There was someone with Losa, and for some reason this made Losa feel much better.

Duke.

He was wearing a soft white feather collar, which was dragged to the ground with a long cloak. His dry robe made Duke, who had an ordinary appearance, look full of bookish atmosphere. What is most eye-catching is that Duke held in his right hand was Medivh's belonging - the magical staff symbolizing the glory of the Guardian, Etiyes, the Guardian Battle.

OK, it seems that Anduin has taken over Ryan's role, and Duke has become Medieval.

Duke glanced at his outfit and sighed: "Oh, Sir Lothar, don't mind this appearance. This is an illusion brought by magic. This does not mean anything. Everyone here is a good soldier who is loyal to you, the Kingdom of Storm, and the World of Azeroth. No one will blame you for this. Let's focus on the next battle."

At this time, an existence that made Garona's entire body and even her soul tremble.

It was an orc who didn't look tall compared to other orcs.

He was hunched, wearing a wide black robe, with a few bone spurs on his back pointing straight to the sky, and several skulls that were supposed to be the Draenei. He had a bad fang with multiple rotten teeth and a pair of eyes that were radiating green evil.

"Gul'dan..." Garona said the name that was almost taboo to her in fear.

Gul'dan is here too?

Losa raised his eyebrows and looked at the orc warlock who was not very good-looking dozens of steps away. Through Garona, Losa once found out the most noteworthy characters on the orc side. Of course, he would not forget Gul'dan, who was known as the number one dangerous person.

But, what's going on in front of you?

The opponent didn't want to fight, it seemed to be blocked by something.

"Wait a moment, this seems to be a game of death that bets on the soul. Of course, the opposite side is not the real Dark Chief and the real Gul'dan. However, unlike ordinary games, it seems that you can find reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?" Losa was stunned: "Where did we get reinforcements?"

It was not only Lothar who was stunned, but Duke was also confused.

Because the system actually prompted him: "This is a death game that bets on souls. If you add more souls, you can have more additional reinforcements, which will undoubtedly increase your chances of winning. Now the strength ratio of the enemy and us is 11 to 89."

Damn! This is clearly a big headwind!

Isn’t this forcing me to recharge? Is it another kind of broken game where you don’t have money to play your paralyzed? Are you playing me?

The next moment, Duke decisively slapped himself in the mouth.

Because he saw the things he could use to recharge in the list projected by the system elves on his retina.

Duke's facial muscles interpreted what moody means in just a few seconds.

"Well, there are reinforcements, but they are a little affected by the appearance of the city. Just don't mind."

"As long as it is for victory, for Azeroth." Lothar has Superman Kodar: "Anyway, without you, we probably won't be able to get here. If you have any tricks, use them."

Just as Duke wanted to call those guys out, a bright red warning text on the retina made Duke's head hurt.

"Warning! Warning! The 'chess pieces' you summoned now are the monsters you killed. They are powerful and inhumane. If they are allowed to enter the battlefield, there will be a 99.99% chance of rebelling and joining the opponent's camp."

Damn, isn’t this hitting a little Dingding by moving a stone?

"What's the solution?" Duke almost asked the system elves in a swearing tone.

"Uh, you just need to inject your integrity into them, oh, humanity, and the other party will completely follow your instructions in this battle."

For a moment, Duke could hardly think about it.

But he immediately felt the sight from all directions. Lothar's sight, Garona's sight, the sight of elite soldiers, and even the sight of thousands of humans.

Duke gritted his teeth: "For the sake of faith, recharge!"
Chapter completed!