Losa leisurely went down the stairs, and a pair of metal combat boots stepped on the marble stairs, making a sonorous sound.

"It feels bad to be underestimated. I didn't kill enough orcs on the battlefield?" Losa laughed at himself as he walked.

"You can despise the orcs with the big head of the black hand." It was obvious that Duke dominated all this, which made Daemon who should not have fought with Lothar at this time, but Duke was full of confidence.

In the original "history", the black hand died a little cowardly.

After Orgrim used to torture to find out where the Shadow Council was located, Orgrim decisively challenged the black hand [Markgora] under the witness of thousands of orcs.

In that duel, the black hand once had an absolute advantage. The huge rock-like giant hand completely ignored Orgrim's hammer and easily beat Orgrim. But the insidious Orgrim took the action. He suddenly looked behind the Black hand in shock during the duel, as if he saw Gul'dan, and his mouth seemed to be saying "Gul'dan".

The brave and unscrupulous black hand believed it. He was so distracted and immediately seized the opportunity to shoot Orgrim.

Hoho!

The Chief Black Hand may really have a big force value, but the brainless child of Black Hand... If Losa really can't beat him, then Losa's name should be written as Salo Induan upside down.

Well, it has nothing to do with honesty and justice, and the overflowing young man Duke.

"Ahhhhh"

The orc guards charged forward. Once the huge size rushed up, they would definitely be no different from a running rhino. That terrifying sense of oppression would make you scare the pissing if you were a little timid.

It's approaching!

It's approaching!

Nearer!

The huge double-edged battle axe suddenly slashed down on his head, and a cold arc was slashed under the moonlight. It was a terrible violence that could slash an adult man, his shield, from head to toe, in half.

However, Losa made a 'Marseille whirlpool'.

Please forgive Duke for using a football term to describe Losa.

But after the general forced Losa to see through the enemy's simple and rough attack route, he turned around in an extremely gorgeous way. This action reminded Duke of Zidane...

Just as chic and as full of artistic beauty.

Losa turned around with his left foot as a fulcrum, and easily avoided the axe like thunder. Then he held the sword in his hand and pushed it lightly as if he was playing with a sword flower. The sharp King's Sword pierced through the gap between the helmet and armor that the orc guard turned slightly right.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The sword edge pierced the orc guard's jaw without any obstacles, directly through the brain.

Until the moment of death, the orc's eyes were still full of confusion and shock.

The flowing long hair that Losa, which was raised by rapid rotation, crept docilely on her shoulders under the influence of gravity.

Kill the enemy easily and have no messy hairstyle.

handsome!

Very handsome!

And it's a kill in one blow!

He gently pulled out the sword and let the dead orc's huge body fall down with a bang. The rushing blood arrows gushed behind him. Losa swung his sword and threw the dirty blood beads onto the floor tiles.

Losa slowly walked towards the black hand.

Step by step, step by step, step by step.

Every step you take, that unparalleled domineering a little.

"Hiss" the orcs all gasped.

They had the same idea: This guy is indeed the number one warrior in humanity.

"Hahaha!" The chieftain's black hand let out a burst of hearty and crazy laughter.

He was not angry at the death of the guards at all. Instead, Lotharna's nearly dancing steps attracted his attention. He pointed his hands and pushed away the guards who were blocking his side, and the black hand stepped forward with a high hand.

"Hahahaha! Not bad! You are very good! Sure enough, you have the qualifications to challenge me."

Duke's translator: "Anduin, this arrogant guy agreed to fight you."

Losa stood ten meters away from the black hand and smiled: "Duke, tell this guy to laugh more while he can still laugh. I don't want to cut off his head, but he still has this ugly smile on his face."

Duke translated.

The black hands didn't care at all, and they mocked each other before the fight, which was definitely a remake of duel: "Tell this human warrior that as long as it is the warrior's head, I will pickle it and save it."

Before Duke could translate, Lothar was already cursing: "You can just say harsh words, just do it yourself. I know that if I call him a coward, will it turn out to be that he thought I want to kiss his shoes?"

"Orcs don't wear shoes." Duke shrugged.

Losa gave Duke a blank look, and Duke had no choice but to: "Okay."

"Black Hand! We humans are much more civilized than you. Lothar said that you would cut off your head and freeze it to ensure freshness and integrity."

If any human beings knew that Duke translated this way, they would definitely complain: Where can this approach be civilized?

However, the orcs didn't care at all.

Perhaps, it is the powerful enemy killed by [Markgora] that has the value of preserving the enemy's head.

At this time, Orgrim held the Black Stone clan's ghost-like battle flag in one hand and strode forward and handed it to Black Shou's hand.

The chief seemed to throw the battle flag on the ground casually, looked directly at Lothar, and then looked at Duke.

Duke knows it.

"Your Majesty, the orcs throw the battle flag, which means blocking the glory of the entire clan. To establish a duel, we must do so."

Ryan nodded, and a flag bearer behind him held his head and chest up, stepped down the steps, and handed the golden lion flag with a blue bottom and gold edge to Lothar, who was scabbard and was sheathed.

Losa took the battle flag and threw it out, just pressing on the battle flag of the Black Stone clan.

Of course the orcs would not realize Lothar's little thoughts.

"Markgora!" Orgrim raised his arms and shouted like thunder.

Orgrim's roar responded, and in a blink of an eye, thousands of orcs shouted the same voice in unison: "Markgora"

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu" Every orc kept lifting up, putting down his weapons, making that primitive and heroic sound.

Of course, the Storm Kingdom refused to show weakness. King Ryan stood up resolutely, holding a shield in his left hand and slapped the King's Sword in his right hand hard on the shield.

"Bang bang bang bang bang" Hundreds of thousands of Wang family guards did the same thing.

The cold light shines, and each lion's heraldic shield is like a hideous lion roaring. The warriors of the Storm Kingdom use this method to create a momentum that is not inferior to the tribe.

In the air, it seemed like thousands of swords and billions of axes and hammers were having fierce collisions.

Invisible swords and sabers filled every corner of the night sky.

"Come" Losa drew his sword again. Under the violent night wind, his hair flew up fluffy. From a distance, Losa's hair was simply the long mane of a lion.
Chapter completed!