This kind of pig-like teammate made Losa and his soldiers frown. It was worse than the farmer who had no combat experience and had a pitchfork. If they hadn't known that this was the cannon fodder Duke found, they would have been cursing.

In just two minutes, the situation changed again.

The orcs' formation was in chaos.

After the orcs drank the blood of the demon, each green-skinned orc had an extremely wild factor in their body. Even if this was a simulated battle brought by the chess level, it actually reflected this point.

After a brief match, the guards of the Black Hand Chief waving heavy weapons and rushed into the fishman. However, when they were about to kill the special, they encountered the entry of Gray Scale Naga.

The male gray-scale Naga is not a high-level army, but they rely on their strong muscles and more sophisticated weapons that are not inferior to the orcs. Although they are still at a disadvantage, they have successfully attracted the attention of the orcs.

At this time, under Duke's mental control.

Mr. Hogg, who once died tragically under Duke, took his younger brothers to run up from the left wing.

Duke suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy. Because of the addition of the demonic power, Mr. Hogg and his younger brothers who almost taught Duke to be human were all grown up and became so burly.

Now when the system prompts that Hog's soul can be invested, Duke is a little worried. He doesn't know if this will remove the junk version of the zombie after the demonic power. You should know that the original zombie is less than one meter tall. If this body size matches orcs, it will be more powerful than beating a goblin.

Fortunately, Duke got the enhanced version of Hogg, and he also invested in the enhanced version.

These werewolves, who were more burly than the fisherman, relied on their superior agility, and successfully entangled more than a hundred chief guards. Even if the Black Hand's direct subordinates were stronger, they could not gain the upper hand for a while.

Lothar and Duke looked at each other.

The so-called heroes have similar views, and they know that the opportunity has come.

"For glory! Rush--"

Losa swung the King's Sword and launched a charge.

Lions rarely participate in hunting, and most of the time the task of hunting for lions falls on lionesses. Few people know that when the lazy lions attack all day, their momentum is so terrifying.

Lothar's charge was not fast, and all adjectives like arrows from the string could not be used on him.

But Losa's charge gave people a feeling of landslides and cracks, like a mountain torrent and mountain mud pouring out.

The heavy and solid footsteps are sonorous and powerful. The hair, which is naturally a little wavy, looks like a mane raised by a lion under the strong wind, giving people an explosive sense of power and beauty.

It's getting closer.

Lothar could see clearly every hair on the orc guard's face, and the teeth on every fang in his breathing mouth were so different. He even felt that he could smell the fishy and unpleasant tone in the orc's mouth.

"Drink—" Losa jumped a little, and his whole body was bitten like a lion, and he raised his shield and suddenly crashed into the middle of the orc guards' team.

In the eyes of the elite soldiers who followed Lossa to charge at that moment, their most beloved Sir Lossa seemed to be the incarnation of the God of War and a symbol of invincibility. Following Lossa's back and looking at the cloak embroidered with the emblem of the Storm Kingdom behind Lossa, I felt like I was fighting with the God of Victory.

A stream of passion surged into my heart, making every corner of the warriors' bodies boil.

In just half a moment of blinking, Losa had already killed three orc guards.

To outsiders, they fought back extremely rapidly, and in Losa's eyes they were as ridiculous as clowns in slow motion.

The sword stabbing, the sword drawing, and the fatal attack were almost done in the flash.

The weaker warrior could not even see how Lossa cut the sword edge of the orc's throat. If Lossa's attack was still traceable, Garona's attack would be even more weird and swift.

No one could see clearly how Garona took action. Only seeing this petite female orc figure as compared to orcs appeared, it must have been accompanied by the scene of several orcs surrounding them covering their vital points and blood rushing into the cracks of their fingers.

The combination of Losa and Garona is the most dazzling flag in the eyes of the warriors of the Storm Kingdom.

No, there is another side to the dazzling flag - Duke!

Thirty-six mage hands appeared out of thin air, and shining arcane missiles cut through the void, pouring on the orc guards who were trying to gather and annihilate Lothar.

Not only missiles, but also endless lightning.

The frequency of lightning is so high that it almost makes people forget whether Duke uses Arcane missiles or Thunderbolts.

Duke's spell skills were so superb that he even used dazzling spell shooting to shoot down Gul'dan's rain of flames that were attempting to shoot at Lothar.

Arcane, the confrontation between lightning and flames, forms a magnificent scene above the battlefield.

Duke's ultimate cover made Lothar remember that there was only one chance. Once he was trapped in a siege, the disadvantaged humans would only be submerged in the orcs' violent sea of ​​rage and face despair.

The performance of the three of them made these elites of the Storm Kingdom almost forget time and space, and subconsciously locked their eyes on the three of them. It was not until the first orc warrior who was struck by the crack in a daze that they came back to their senses and faced the battle of betting on life and soul with the greatest concentration.

For some reason, the warriors had a fiery passion in their chests. They couldn't wait to prepare to end the battle with victory, and then dictated the three legendary heroes to their robes, relatives, and each one who was concerned about the world of Azeroth.

Luosa drew out his long sword, and the last orc guard in front of him let out an angry and desperate scream. When the burly body, which was as strong as a wall, fell down dejectedly, there was no barrier between Luosa and the chief's black hand.

On the battlefield, it suddenly became quiet.

Another burly orc with explosive muscles appeared.

He raised the huge war hammer and Yang Yang at Garona: "King against King! General against General! Traitor Garona, your opponent is me - Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction."

Beside him, Guldan leaned on the infamous skull staff and pointed at Duke from afar: "Boy, your opponent is me Guldan."

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and the breath in his chest seemed to have a certain passionate smell. He didn't know what the situation would be in this chess space. He only knew that among this group of people, he was the only one who could fight against Gul'dan.
Chapter completed!