Chapter 569: "Yo!" (Seeking a subscription)

Suddenly the style of painting changed, so that everyone around us who witnessed the scene was aggressive.
This ... this ... What the is this?
At the moment the Excalibur [Quelzalam] was broken, Anduin Lothar was ready to prepare himself for battle.
He didn't fail to hear Duke's warning, but he never expected that [Querzalam] would still be okay in the state of incomplete power, but it happened in a full blow and nowhere else. This can be said that he was pitted by the Excalibur, or that he has never believed that Orgrim was recognized by the Excalibur as a noble soul.
Lothar was not a man of remorse, and he didn't put resentment on Rexxar who suddenly grabbed his feet. This is a battlefield, not an empty duel. On the battlefield, it is reasonable to fight more with less or bully with less. Killing enemies in the most chaotic places and saving their lives requires not only strength but also luck.
For a second, Lothar thought he had run out of luck.
How could he never have thought that the armor that Duke sent him had such a magical effect?
Most of the enchanted armors can have an [Arrow Protection], and the top level is [Intermediate Magic Shield], which can absorb a certain amount of magic element damage for the host.
Although Lothar recognized the magic from his armor, he couldn't recognize it, what a strange magic.
It's wonderful to say that it's not too much.
Because there is no conventional magic, it will become a metal-like fist to hit people, and there will be no magic. When it hits people, it will shout "Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola".
The magic fist that emerged from the air near Lothar's chest hit the sky like a storm, there was no place to use it, and there was no dodge at all. Orgrim was hit by a fist condensed by mysterious magic.
These fists were not fatal, but Orgrim grinned every time he fell. He could only be embarrassed to stand in front of himself with one hand to prevent the fangs of his mouth from being broken, and the other hand to protect the open belly to prevent the wound from expanding further.
Finally, it seemed that there was endless, but in fact there were only nine hundred and eighty-one boxing. When all the imaginary fists hit Orgrim, the boxing time disappeared.
Orgrim had flew ten meters away.
Orgrim was not reconciled, he was not the kind to give up easily and bow to fate. There was no rest at all. After his right leg hit the ground, he kicked on the spot with a strong kick, which was enough to drive the mountain to cut the stone again.
Even if Lothar kicked Lexar off and pulled out his spare sabre, Orgrim still saw at a glance that Lothar's spare sword was inferior to [Quilzalam] in quality. .
A hammer!
Just add another hammer!
I will be able to kill the supreme leader of the Alliance squarely on the battlefield!
The morale of the Alliance will collapse again, and those cowardly human soldiers will cry and shout and turn around and run away again, and the tribe can come back!
The voice in his heart was so clear, Orgrim completely forgot what happened in the outside world, and all his focus was on the movement of Lothar. He could see that Lothar was backing up for a small jump. That was meaningless, because when he took off, he had budgeted at least two steps in advance, and it seemed that his trajectory was the same as before.
If Lothar retreats, it just happens to catch up.
If Lothar doesn't retreat, it would be a fatal blow to turn over Lothar's head and strike him in the back of his head.
Lothar did the trick, playing the trick. As a pure warrior, he was no better than Orgrim, who had more ideas.
After jumping back, he suddenly found himself still under the flame of Orgrim's burning hammer.
If there were no accidents, Lothar would die.
Looking at the magical runes that had become dim in Lothar's armor, Orgrim knew that the armor would not be a problem for a short time. Orgrim's face showed the winner's smile, of course, in Lothar's eyes, it was a kind of cruel and cruel smile.
Just then Orgrim's focus was broken.
With a horrified look, he looked at the branch like a meteor in the sky, traversed a small half of the battlefield, and flew straight at his arrow.
"It's impossible !?" Your grin turned into a scream. Orgrim in the air wanted to lean over to avoid the arrow shot from the left, but was shocked to find that the green arrow was at He turned a corner in the air and still shot at him.
Orgrim was still reluctant to give up the action of chopping, violently swinging his left fist, ready to force the arrow at the cost of the flesh and blood of the back of his left hand becoming obscure.
The next moment, time seemed to stand still.
Because Orgrim found with great fear that it was not a single arrow, but three arrows.
Behind the first fluttering green arrow, he still followed in the same orbit a steel cone feather arrow that burst out of thunder, and a fast arrow that was almost hidden in the wind.
Orgrim could not hide.
At this moment, an orc with a broken arm and a serrated blade on the broken arm rushed out, blocking Orgasm's Cargas Bladefist, the chief of the Shattered Palms clan, in Arrived at the last minute.
Unfortunately, there is no use for eggs.
The three arrows seemed to have eyes, but I flew past Cargas's block and drew another arc in the wind to go around.
The third arrow wrapped in the gale came first and was the first to hit Orgrim. This arrow shot into his left lung.
The second Thunder Arrow sent a "thump" muffled sound, passing through the shoulder socket of Orgrim's entire right shoulder, completely penetrating his wide body, and the thunderous power attached to the arrow instantly made Orgrim's Most of his body was paralyzed.
The little green arrow at the beginning turned again and plunged into his calf.
"Ah!" Orgrim finally couldn't help but screamed and fell to the ground from the air.
Orgrim struggled to get up, and staggered a step forward. He pressed his left hand firmly against his abdomen, and there was the biggest wound on his body. Blood poured from his fingers, but he still tried to stand upright, trying to lift the warhammer high again with his right hand.
He failed.
Those three arrows did more harm to him than Lothar did to him.
And, the next second, three arrows were fired. This time, Cargas finally blocked two. But the impulse erupted by one Thunder arrow still knocked Orgrim away. Out.
Lothar then looked to the left a little stunned.
He saw a deafening roaring tank 100 meters away, surrounded by three extremely beautiful high-elf rangers, and Duke sat cross-legged.
With a bright smile on his face, Duke beckoned Lothar: "Yo!" (To be continued.)