Chapter 77 The Death of Lothar

"Huh."

I'm glad it wasn't me, Muradin. Bronzebeard wiped his forehead and said to Florsia, "Let's go."

"Okay." Florsia nodded and asked, "Why is he afraid of flying? The dwarves I've seen ride on gryphons every day and don't want to get off."

"You're talking about the Hammer tribe, our cousins. My brother once took off a gryphon when he was a child, and then fell off. If the gryphon hadn't flown fast and caught him, he would have died. So he has always been afraid of flying."

Muradin would never tell others that it was because the Bronzebeard clan was naturally not good at flying.

"So that's it..." Florsia

suddenly realized. Muradin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this human looked stupid.

On Onyxia's back, Bronzebeard only held the blanket that Richard had laid on him with his hands, lying on his stomach tightly, his little butt slightly sticking out and shaking constantly. Richard looked at his shaking little butt and wanted to slap him hard, "I'll make you swear!" I'll make you swear!!! I'll make you swear!!!

Muradin's other two guards performed a little better than Brian. The two soldiers sat on the blanket with pale faces, motionless like statues. The only difference between them and the statues was that they pointed out the flying direction to Richard and the others at the beginning.

Richard looked at Lothar, whose expression was very solemn. Richard stared at him for a while and then looked away. Lothar would rest here forever this time, and he only needed the last blow.

On Kozan Island, Kikyo brought the news of Promatis.

"The temporary teleportation array has been set up."

"Got it." Vashj walked into a room with a little girl in it.

Vashj looked at the little girl and said, "How is your life these days?"

"Everyone is very nice to me. I'm very happy."

"I said before that as long as you can show your value, you can always enjoy this life. Now, it's time to show your value."

Vashj threw her dagger to her, and the girl disappeared into the room.

Onyxia sent a few people to Turalyon's camp before the tribe arrived. Lothar ran to Turalyon's command tent as soon as possible. Brian's legs were weak and he was helped down the dragon's back by his brother's two guards. Brian, who was held by two guards, was shaking and trimming his beard.

Richard jumped down with a smile, and Brian glared at him unhappily: "What are you laughing at! The head can be cut off, but the beard cannot be messed up!"

After a while, Uther led the twelve expanded paladins and ordinary knights, and Sylvanas led Aqiang and the strong rangers as the first batch of reinforcements to the battlefield.

Lothar relaxed his nervous heart a little, and quickly arranged the defense line to prepare for the orcs' attack.

"Wu!" The rapid horn sounded, and the orcs launched an attack. More than a dozen heavily armored ogres took the lead in charging, and they smashed the fence in front of the camp with their huge bodies and hard armor. Simple traps were useless to them. After clearing the obstacles, the orc army behind them began to charge.

"Meet the enemy!" Lothar rode on his horse and raised his long sword. The soldiers held swords and shields and formed a square formation to fight the orcs in close combat.

"Uther!" Rothar called Uther's name.

"Understood!"

Uther raised his weapon, and the red and white light flashed all over their bodies: "In the name of the Holy Light!"

The soldiers made way for these knights, and the unstoppable paladins were like a ray of light that cut through the orc army.

"West!" a sentinel yelled, "Enemy appears in the west!"

Lothar looked at Richard, and Richard said, "Leave it to me."

The Elf Ranger and some of the Alliance infantry turned to resist the enemy in the west.

A new situation appeared on the battlefield in the middle. The attack of a group of orcs was extremely fierce, especially one of the orcs wearing black plate armor and wielding an iron hammer. No soldier could last a round under him.

"Is that... the Hammer of Destruction?" Lothar recognized the leader of the tribe based on the description of the soldiers of Silvermoon City. Lothar held the reins tightly, clamped his legs together, and slightly lowered the giant sword.

"Drive!"

Lothar's warhorse took him flying in the battlefield. He had only one goal, that was the leader of the tribe, Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction.

"Get out of the way!" Hammer of Destruction knocked away the Alliance soldiers beside him. The giant sword and the armor on his body made him recognize that this was the commander of the Alliance.

After calculating the distance, Hammer of Destruction raised the hammer and swung it in a perfect arc, smashing the skull of Lothar's warhorse with one blow. Fortunately, Lothar was agile and jumped out in advance.

This was a contest of strength and strength. Hammer of Destruction was young and more durable, while Lothar was old but experienced. The weathered Alliance armor faced the iron-stained black armor of the tribe. Lothar's golden sword collided with Hammer of Destruction. Both of them firmly believed that as long as they defeated the opposing commander, the opponent's army would be vulnerable.

Lothar's long sword swung first. The experienced man found a clever position to avoid the defense of the Hammer of Destruction and cut a hole in his upper abdomen. The Hammer of Destruction endured the pain and raised his hammer to smash down. Lothar took a step back to avoid the attack. At this moment, the weapon of the Hammer of Destruction suddenly came up. Lothar leaned back to avoid it, and the hammer flew out by grazing his chin. The Hammer of Destruction took advantage of the situation to pursue, and Lothar's long sword caught the bottom block at a high level. Fire flew everywhere, and neither side gave in.

The soldiers around them tacitly moved out of the open space, and the two commanders circled around them, carefully looking for each other's flaws.

"Huh!" "Ah!" The weapons of the two commanders collided again.

On the battlefield in the west, Aqiang reported: "Lothar and the commanders of the tribe are fighting!"

Richard was shocked and said: "You guys hold on here, I will go to Lothar to support you at any time."

"Be careful!" Sylvanas asked.

Richard pulled Aqiang over and put his arm around his shoulder kindly: "Protect Sylvanas for me. If she loses a hair, you will be responsible for it."

Before Aqiang could answer, Brian, who had recovered his strength, frowned and said, "Big man, I am here, don't worry!"

Richard rushed to a place not far behind Lothar. In the open space, Lothar had lost his shield, and the Hammer of Destruction had also lost part of his armor. The Hammer of Destruction held the weapon in both hands and hammered heavily towards Lothar's chest. Lothar wanted to block with his sword, but suddenly, a hole was cut in the armor behind him, and the giant sword that Lothar blocked stopped in mid-air.

"No!" Turayan's heart-wrenching cry came from afar, and Lothar's body was thrown heavily to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.