Chapter 571: Orcs that collapsed across the board (subscription required)

At this moment, Turalyon arrived shortly afterwards, and he was ready to make a final blow to Zuluhed.
At this moment, Zuluhed made a shocking move for everyone, his left hand grabbed suddenly, just grabbed the lower half of his disconnected right arm, and then held the broken arm together with the broken arm The hammer he grasped smashed down towards Turalyon's head together ...
This is definitely not something a normal person can do.
Again, this is almost impossible. No one will count, his entire arm will be hit. It is also less likely that anyone will feel that the broken arm can still hold the hammer in his hand tightly.
Zuluhed did it, unexpectedly.
The weapon that split at high speed is like a huge nunchuck. One was his own arm, and the other was his huge warhammer.
Rao is a battle-hardened Turalyon so far.
There was no time to dodge, Turalyon continued to wave out the warhammer in his hands, almost reflexively. Trying to blast the knight's hammer with the sacred golden light to Zuluhed's face before Zuluhed's warhammer fell from his head.
The two recruited almost indiscriminately.
Zuluhed is dead.
Under the assault of awesome sacred attributes, his entire face collapsed directly under the blow, and he fell to the ground in the desperate gaze of his most respected chief warrior Orgrim. His body twitched as his life left his body, and nothing could stop blood from flowing from his broken head.
Turalyon ...
The light of Turalyon saved his life, and the thick light rose up like a glowing egg shell, which perfectly saved Turalyon from the fate of his broken head come out.
The invincibility of the knight is a life-saving card at all times.
Any qualified Paladin should not die on the battlefield before launching his [Shield].
Surprised.
No risk!
Orgrim did not show his weakness as expected. He looked at Zuluhed's body, but suddenly burst into the final fierceness!
The badly wounded shoulder could no longer afford the heavy [Damage Hammer]. He suddenly pulled out two daggers made of unknown monster teeth from his waist, and he began a doomed failure.
This approach is hopeless and crazy.
In the limelight, Turalyon rushed forward instead.
He jumped off the horse with a hammer in his head.
No one reminded Turalyon, everyone knows that Turalyon is the kind of prudent and careful person.
Sure enough, Turalyon turned the hammer head at the last moment, hitting the orc warchief with a side instead of a sharp hammer. The right impact knocked Orgrim on his knees and collapsed to the ground. More than one person saw the chest of the orc warchief.
"You will be brought to justice for the serious crimes you have committed in the slaughter of mankind," he said to unconscious Orgrim, and the light still surrounds him.
"You will march with a heavy chain and march in every king city of the Alliance, atonement for your sins!"
Uther also came. Uther, who stood beside Turalyon, was full of bright golden light, burning his eyes even more than the brightest sunlight.
The orcs would either turn around and run away desperately, and the best thing would be to cover their eyes with their arms and wince in a blinding light. Coincidentally, the last orc who dared to rush to save them was killed in this light ...
The divine light faded, and not far away, there were more than a thousand pairs of orc eyes, watching as if their leaders were dragged up by dead dogs, tied with thick iron chains.
Failed! ?
The orc, the strongest orc in the entire tribe, defeated Orgrim, the world's invincible, in MacGolary! ?
Not only Orgrim, but also Lexar, who has a reputation among the orcs, was captured!
For orcs who adore personal force, this is a big thing that shakes their faith!
"Ahhhh! The chief warrior is defeated!"
"No, we lost! The chief warrior was captured"
"Once our ancestors! The strongest man in Magora is defeated!"
Not every human can understand the orc language, which does not prevent them from savoring the terror and weakness in the orc's cry.
"Don't let them go" Lothar waved his hand.
Yes, those orcs are not surrendering, they are running away.
Pursuing and killing soldiers is definitely a custom that has been in existence since ancient times. The Paladins are on the horse again. They sing prayers and point at the orcs with a hammer containing the Holy Light.
The Holy Light shot from the Paladin's eyes, from their hands, from the hammer they raised. The black scorched earth beneath their feet was paled by the holy light that poured from them.
"Kill these evil beings, let these rude and evil creatures fall to the dust, and let the whole world get rid of their pollution forever!" Uther shouted the satanic doctrine of the Holy Light Church frantically.
He immediately charged forward, and the fiery hammer like the sun began to be thrown out.
Paladin's Hammer of Anger contains the Paladin's maximum anger at evil.
This is a vent of anger in the heart, and it comes from the judgment of the Holy Light.
Many orcs were still running away, and were completely killed by the light hammer made by the Holy Light.
The Paladin leader's charge again broke the temporary silence on the battlefield, and other orcs and humans resumed fighting. The remaining Alliance forces also launched an assault.
After seeing Orgrim's defeat, the orcs fell into panic, and nearly 150,000 orcs hurriedly attempted to escape the battlefield.
The rugged terrain of the Blackstone Fortress wrecked these orcs trying to escape. The first point of all forts is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The narrow terrain is almost customary. From the scorching canyon to the Black Rock Mountain, there is only a forty-five-degree that is the widest and less than five hundred meters, and it is narrowing.
In addition, almost all of them are menacing mountains with an inclination of more than 70 degrees. In the case of rear pursuit, climbing up is the target.
Over a hundred thousand orcs were crowded at the foot of the mountain. It was clear that there were not many humans behind them, but no one orc dared to go back and fight one another.
They were desperately crowded, even tearing the limbs of their companions, for the only escape.
"Fire, fire! Don't be afraid to blow up! Give all our shells to the group of green-skinned beasts!" Magni yelled with great excitement.
Except for those who were smashed by orcs or ogres, and those who broke down in the halfway, there were more than 120 new steam tank No. 4 tanks gathered at the foot of the mountain. With armored vehicles, there were three. Hundred cars.
Fortunately, the most desperate tank destroyer.
"Small cannon fired!"
"Boom!" After every deafening roar, a big bloodstorm rose.
Orcs ... It's over! (To be continued.)