Chapter 271 is up to you, Tulayan!
When Charlemagne arrived at Blackstone Mountain with the Windrunner sisters, the battle had already begun for a while, and the situation was as everyone expected, completely one-sided.
Although the tribe is still fighting bravely under the leadership of Orgrim, they have no room to fight back after the gate of Blackstone Mountain was breached.
Orgrim led the remnants of the army to retreat to the burning plain from the other side of the city gate and was stopped by the main force of the alliance.
At the observation point on a hill behind the battlefield, Kael'thas is observing the situation carefully with the commander-in-chief Lothar, Daelin, and Solas. Orgrim leads Brox, Varok, and Finn Reese and the others rushed left and right, but were blocked by Uther and other generals.
Kael'thas was the first to notice the three of them riding a griffin to the top of the mountain, "Charlemagne, you're here, how's the situation with the red dragon... By the way, what's the matter with your face?"
At this moment, Charlemagne had black circles on each of his eyes. When he heard Kael'thas' question, the corners of his mouth twitched. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the two sisters behind him who were carefully observing the situation on the battlefield.
"...Nothing, I was injured in a normal battle. Your Majesty, how is the situation now?"
Although Kael'thas looked at the two Windrunner sisters with a strange expression, he didn't go into it in the end.
"As you can see, the tribe is just lingering on its last breath. They will be completely defeated in half an hour at most. This war that has spread to the entire eastern continent will also come to an end."
Charlemagne looked at Orgrim and other orc heroes who were still fighting in the distance and sighed, "I'm afraid it's not that simple..."
Sure enough, when the orc formation was completely dispersed, Orgrim yelled towards the hill where Charlemagne and others were standing.
"Anduin Lothar, the leader of the alliance! I, Orgrim Doomhammer, the great chief of the tribe, challenge you!"
Under Charlemagne's worried eyes, Lothar snorted, untied his sword and shield from behind, and jumped towards the battlefield using the heroic leap.
"Exactly! I still have the account of the Stormwind Kingdom to settle with you, and Anduin Lothar accepts your challenge!"
At this time, Alleria showed such an expression as expected, while Cirvanas looked at his sweetheart in front of him with a strange expression.
Although Ollie has already told her part of the truth about Charlemagne, actually seeing it and hearing it from others are two different things.
'The ability to predict...'
Charlemagne didn't have time to care about the reaction of the Windrunner sisters. With dark circles under his eyes, he turned to Kael'thas and asked, "Your Majesty, please let me go down to watch the battle at close range. I feel that Commander Lothar may be in danger."
Kael'thas also frowned at Lothar's reckless behavior, exchanged opinions with Solas and Daelin beside him and nodded, "Okay, then let's go there together."
When Charlemagne and the others arrived, the shouts of killing on the battlefield could no longer be heard, only the cheers from both sides for their leaders. One-on-one heads-up with the leaders is inevitable.
Turayang looked at Lothar worriedly. As the commander-in-chief's adjutant, he knew very well that Lothar was not in the best physical condition. The long-term campaign and heavy military affairs made him spend too much energy. It is really hard to say whether to defeat this young orc chieftain.
In terms of absolute strength, Lothar is an epic high-level and Orgrim is an intermediate level, but Charlemagne and other people who have entered the epic are very clear that as long as they have entered this stage, the so-called intermediate-level and high-level are just based on their respective strengths against the rules. degree of control.
However, the power of Lothar's rules is at a disadvantage in duels, because the rules he masters are encouraging, and their main function is to bless the entire army. Soldiers are stronger.
To put it simply, the two sides in this battle are basically standing at the same starting point. If Orgrim's power of rules can work at a critical moment, it will be detrimental to Lothar.
While Turayang was still thinking wildly, the two people in the battle circle let out a battle cry and got ready for battle.
"lok'tarogar!"
"For Ryan! For the Kingdom of Stormwind!"
The battle between the two epic warriors is quite enjoyable. Orgrim relies on the stronger body and strength of the orcs to attack. The heavy hammer of destruction makes a heavy sound of breaking the wind when it is swung. At first glance, it seems that it has the upper hand. .
Lothar held up his sword and shield and responded calmly. If he couldn't avoid the hammer blow, he used the shield to block it. Taking advantage of the change in Orgrim's body, he used his sword to fight back from a tricky angle, using the least amount of damage possible. Action to make the most effective defense and attack.
Charlemagne touched the stubble growing on his chin and muttered to himself, "Strength and skill?"
The two people on the field really showed the strength and skills of the fighters for everyone present. Of course, it does not mean that Orgrim is poor in skills, but compared to Lothar, who is more experienced and does not have an advantage in strength, he is accustomed to physical strength. The dominant warchief is indeed no match for the Alliance Marshal in terms of skills.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lothar actually has some upper hand in this battle. After all, Orgrim's open and close attack method is very exhausting. As long as he can't hold on, it's time for Lothar to counterattack.
However, Charlemagne, Turayang and others expressed concern about whether Lothar could last until then. After all, Marshal Lothar is already old, and compared with Orgrim, who is in his prime, he does not have an advantage in physical fitness.
The development of the battle situation was just as the two of them feared. Compared with Orgrim, who was still wielding the Doom Hammer violently, Lothar, who mainly defended with off-force, started panting earlier.
Turayang clenched his fists anxiously, watching the situation on the field with all his attention, "It's not good..."
"Clang!"
As Lothar made a mistake in venting his strength, the shield with the blue lion head emblem of Stormwind City in his hand was smashed by the Doomhammer. Lothar, who only had a one-handed sword left in his hand, was even more difficult to deal with. He had to More use the blade to block Orgrim's powerful hammer.
Charlemagne shook his head, ‘It’s only a matter of time before Quelzaram is disconnected if this continues, we have to find a way. '
He turned his head and looked at the surrounding terrain. As the name suggests, the Burning Plains is a vast black plain. There are not even hillsides here.
Immediately, he looked up at the scorching sun in the sky. It is now at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, which happens to be the most intense time of the day. If he can use the sunlight to bring some help to Lothar...
‘Direction, refraction angle, refraction index, possible actions of the target, and the calculation of the action variables of the two warring parties... I hope it will be successful. '
Seeing that Lothar was almost out of breath, Charlemagne, who used his mental power to make his brain run at a high speed, felt dizzy. He took a step back before recovering in time, and kicked Tula who was wearing armor beside him. Yang's ass.
"It's up to you! Go, Turalyon!"
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(end of this chapter)