Menethil's Power

Chapter 95 Peak Showdown!Blackrock Spire! {one}
"Report! Orcs are gathering at Blackrock Spire in the southwest!"

"Order the various ministries to approach gradually, and do not go deep alone." Lothar waved his hand to let the herald retreat.

The defeat of the tribe has been revealed. At this time, it is just a cornered beast, and the alliance's steady and steady fight is enough to accumulate its advantages to an irreversible level.

The alliance commander touched his helmet subconsciously. War has never been an easy task. Even though Lothar is already familiar with this, long-term thinking and planning still makes him quite sad.

The style of this helmet is very simple, and it can't embody the majesty of a marshal like his previous lion heart mask, but according to its presenter Isaacs, this helmet is provided by the dwarf, which is said to be the hardest source material known Made of metal.

"Dwarf technology, dwarf quality." This is how the Prince of Lordaeron said to the Alliance Commander, "It can perfectly protect your ground... oh no, the head."

Although somewhat inexplicable, Lothar accepted that even as a heroic fighter, the head is still the key point in comparison.As for the prince who has always been enthusiastic, Lothar originally wanted him to stay by his side to observe, not only to learn military command, but also to gain credit for his merits.

Anyway, it's better to let him do anything than to put him on the front line to do things.

But Isaacs once again rejected Lothar's kindness, "I am a paladin, and I will spread the justice of the Holy Light with my Silver Hand brothers!" He said righteously.

Lothar's face twitched, why didn't he realize this before?
But this is not bad. Under the leadership of Uther, Tirion and other veteran paladins, the Silver Hand has already become the core force of the alliance, so Isaacs' personal safety is not in danger, let alone Uther, who has a staid personality. It should be difficult for him to act without authorization.

Going back to the frontal battlefield, judging from the information collected from various quarters, the tribe is planning to make a final fight, which is exactly what Lothar meant. With the improvement of the situation, the alliance has no longer maintained this situation The illusion of close unity and cooperation has disappeared, and various voices have emerged.These high-ranking people began to book their own piece of cake before the war was completely settled.

In this regard, even Terenas is not exempt. The old king who has always had a good reputation took advantage of Lordaeron's proximity to Alterac, decisively sent troops to control most of the snow-capped kingdom, and imprisoned King Aiden. Perenold.

Lordaeron will temporarily take over Alterac pending the decision of the Alliance, Terenas declared.

For the exiled nobles in Stormwind City, they are also eager to restore their homeland. Lothar himself also hopes to see the recovery of Stormwind City as soon as possible, so this decisive battle is imperative. The large-scale battle between the Alliance and the Horde will be here. Here and now comes to an end.

The Blackstone Tower is a solid fortress built by the Black Iron Dwarves. It has stood on the Burning Plains for hundreds of years, but this fortress cannot stop the tide of the Horde. tribe.

The Blackstone Fortress does look indestructible, but when the Horde lacks long-range weapons and the Alliance has overwhelming siege weapons, Doomhammer will certainly not foolishly choose to defend it, let alone the orcs who are still in the slave society They have almost no habit and experience of defending the city, and they are more used to fighting head-on, even in this unfavorable situation.

Therefore, as the war progressed and the fear of the tribe gradually subsided, the alliance commanders became more and more contemptuous of the orcs, "They are just a group of wild beasts who don't understand the art of war at all, and they will be easily defeated if they have brute force." Garrisus said so.

Without any nonsense, the battle broke out under the Blackrock Spire. The collision of flesh and metal repeated countless times in this war was staged again. A Gilnean recruit gritted his teeth and attacked an orc, but was killed by a faster The orc hit the chest with an axe, and the young man who had just entered the battlefield could only let out a short scream, and his life passed away quietly.

However, the orc used too much force, causing the ax blade to get stuck. When he struggled to pull out his weapon, two sharp spears pierced his chest. The orc warrior opened his eyes wide and fell down unwillingly. .

Such scenes are staged everywhere, and death can be seen everywhere in hand-to-hand combat.The battlefield is not wide, and after the ordinary soldiers invested earlier have all died out, both sides consciously dispatched higher-end combat forces.

The performance of the Knights of the Silver Hand is still outstanding, the sacred light is constantly shining on the battlefield, but it seems that they have encountered a strong enemy, Lothar saw a group of orcs who have never appeared on the frontal battlefield, they are stronger, and the equipment is better. Even more sophisticated, the blood-red battle armor can completely resist ordinary swords. They slaughtered ordinary soldiers, fought against the Knights of the Silver Hand, and quickly stabilized the gradual collapse of the tribe.

"Those are the blood guards, the personal guards of the great chieftain of the tribe. I have seen them in Quel'Thalas." Following Lothar's gaze, Turalyon explained
"This means that the great chief of the tribe has joined the battle." Lothar said in a deep voice, and he glanced around, "Then it's time for me to play."

Turalyon immediately cried out, "What? How could you put yourself in such a dangerous situation? You are..."

Lothar smiled freely and put on his helmet, "At this point in the war, my commander-in-chief is no longer necessary. Besides, there are no other high-strength professionals nearby. I must fulfill my responsibility as an alliance soldier to deal with it." The existence that ordinary soldiers can't fight against."

Turalyon only nodded, and a great sense of shame poured into his heart. He has not been promoted to the hero level so far, so that the coach needs to personally end the battle.

As if seeing what Turalyon was thinking, Lothar patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, young man, let those orcs see how powerful the Alliance is!"

The arrival of the Alliance Commander immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers. Turalyon could see excited expressions on their faces. A Lordaeron army immediately approached. The leader was a central soldier whose armor was covered in dust and blood. As a young soldier, he gave Lothar a solemn military salute, "I salute you, Your Excellency, I am Lieutenant Colonel Gil Loren, please allow my troops to follow you and fight together."

Lothar nodded. He had some impressions of the "Lordaeron Rising Star" that Isaacs had recommended before. Lieutenant Gilloren performed well in the Battle of Dun Morogh, so he was quickly promoted to the third level, and he seemed to be suddenly In the favor of the goddess of fate, by chance, he was promoted to the lord level, and even made up for his only shortcoming in personal strength.

These rather miraculous opportunities include the powerful secret medicine found in the snow-capped mountains, the physique strengthening potion bestowed by the royal family of Lordaeron, and being appreciated by a high-ranking paladin without causing him to deplete his cultivation to cast permanent blessings etc.

Of course Lothar knew that there must be tricks in it, but he didn't pursue it.Jill Loren is a pure and loyal soldier. If such a person cannot be promoted, is it necessary to add another moth to the top management?
Gilloren seemed a little at a loss when he saw the commander of the alliance. Lothar had almost become the idol of all the Allied forces, and Gilloren was no exception, but he quickly entered the state and entered the battle again with Lothar.

The alliance commander is invincible, so more and more alliance soldiers are gathered, gradually forming an unstoppable force. At the same time, the same situation is also true for the tribes. had a collision.

The sound of killing suddenly broke out, and the soldiers who fought each other tacitly left an open space in the center of the battlefield. In other words, the aura of the two senior soldiers in the center made everyone else subconsciously stay away.

The inertia of history made this doomed duel inevitable.

Doomhammer looked at the fully armed humans in front of him, the unique inscription on his armor and the awe-inspiring attitude of the surrounding humans, and finally determined that this was the supreme commander of the alliance army, although the helmet was a bit too ugly.

Doomhammer's heart suddenly became hot, and the tribe had reached the most desperate moment. Even he, the great chief, had to bring his personal guards into battle, and humans, who had always had a numerical advantage, only needed to continue to invest a large number of ordinary soldiers. Easily kill them.

But thanks to the ancestors, the supreme commander of the alliance appeared in front of him, which made Doomhammer hopeful. As long as he can defeat this human commander, the Horde may still have the hope of counterattack.

The current shaman of the tribe only has two or three big cats and kittens besides Zuluhed in Grim Batol. Although warlocks can achieve healing effects by transferring vitality, Doomhammer will never Give them the slightest bit of trust.

Therefore, the injuries Doomhammer suffered in the previous battle with Red Blackhand were not treated well, and the curse of weakness was also eroding his physical strength all the time, but there was a difference in rank, and Doomhammer felt that he was still Has a high chance of winning.

He looked at Anduin Lothar disdainfully, "It's time for a battle between us, human beings, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, kings against kings!"

Lothar raised his eyebrows. Although he couldn't feel the state of Doomhammer at this time, but through the remaining scars and fresh wounds on the orc, the experienced alliance commander could still judge that the orc warchief was far from his prime.
The glory of the warrior did not allow Lothar to refuse this challenge, and he raised Eskani Punisher fearlessly, "You will die here."

Doomhammer sneered disdainfully, without more nonsense, the orc chieftain launched a charge, and Lothar did the same. The word retreat has never been in the warrior's dictionary, the hammer and sword intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.Doomhammer and Lothar collided, like the epitome of the Alliance and the Horde.

Turalyon watched the battle worriedly, and intuitively told him that Lothar had little hope of winning. The paladin wanted to use the power of the Holy Light to do something, such as giving Lothar some shields or blessings.But then he discovered to his dismay that, with his lord-level strength, this approach would not have any obvious effect, but instead insulted Lothar's glory as a fighter.

The confrontation between high-level fighters is full of violence, because neither side has the agility to crush the other. Therefore, whether it is Lothar or Doomhammer, if you can't parry and block the opponent's attack, you can simply evade the key points.

The armor of the two of them shattered and destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and what followed was flesh and blood. Doomhammer's old injuries seemed to be quite serious, and his strength could only be used at half, so he could completely fight against it.

With the passage of time, Doomhammer seemed to be showing signs of failure, but when Lothar was trying to attack to obtain greater results, the tribe's great chief suddenly burst out at an astonishing speed, and Doomhammer was carrying huge kinetic energy towards Luothar. Sarah hit him head-on.

Because he maintained his forward momentum, Lothar couldn't dodge the fatal blow at all. He could only tap Escani Punisher and try to parry. He succeeded, but he didn't.Eskani held off the Doomhammer successfully, but the shock from the hammer still passed through.

Escani let out a mournful cry. With the crisp sound, the great royal sword finally completed its mission after guarding Stormwind City and ending the Guardian. A crack extended from the blade, and Escani Ni suddenly collapsed and scattered into metal fragments, leaving only a section of the blade still on the hilt.

Orgrim's healed old wounds cracked again, turning him into a blood man in an instant. Exercising warrior epic skills would put a huge load on his body, but Doomhammer took advantage of Lothar's stiff moment as if nothing happened. , hit it again

Lothar couldn't avoid it, he could only stab the broken sword towards the chest of the orc chief at the last moment.

"No—" Turalyon, who witnessed all this, let out a desperate cry.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Jill Loren, who was fighting, ended his opponent neatly, but when he turned around and saw this situation, he couldn't help but speak out uncontrollably.

But this didn't stop Doomhammer in the slightest. The warhammer forged from black metal hit Lothar's forehead fatefully, and the Alliance Commander immediately fell to the ground, with blood oozing from the gap in his helmet.

Doomhammer sat down weakly, and he smiled. After experiencing defeat, betrayal, and conspiracy, the mood of the tribal warchief suddenly became happy.He laughed heartily, his laughter gradually became maniacal, and then he began to cough violently.Lothar's final blow pierced the lobe of his lung, and the orc's mouth was still bubbling with blood.

Doomhammer was very aware of the bad condition of his body, it was already very difficult for him to fight out, just as he expected, Doomhammer would fall here.But looking at the astonished or frustrated expressions of the surrounding humans, as well as the paladin who suddenly burst into a huge light, Doomhammer laughed wildly again, even if he touched the wound and coughed up blood, it couldn't stop him.

He has won, although the tribe's defeat is irreparable, but he has preserved his honor, the hatred and fear of the enemy is his greatest glory, he is entitled to laugh, he should laugh, to mock the enemy to his heart's content, and then meet all the soldiers Destined home.

While everyone was looking at the bruised chief of the tribe in the center of the battlefield with hatred, Gilloren looked at Lothar's body with an unbelievable look. He really couldn't believe that this man he admired The commander-in-chief rests here forever.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Jill Loren noticed that Lothar's fingers suddenly moved slightly.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes in amazement, and then great joy filled his heart.

(End of this chapter)