Stormwind God

If the Orc Guard was a running rhino just now, then the chieftain's assault is like a heavy tank speeding at high speed.

The violent and invincible mighty power made the four-digit human fighters in the audience moved.

Standing at about three and a half meters tall, the Black Chief, the black warrior, is an outrageous giant, no matter whether it is human or orc.

Some people may think that a giant as tall as a black hand must be slow. In fact, enemies or challengers with this idea have their heads crushed by black hands.

The higher the power, the slower the speed, and the lower the power, the formula is not applicable to black hands.

The black hand is not only fast and powerful, he also has an advantage that no one has. His weapon is his hands.

It is often said that someone makes a sword such that if the arm is extended, it is a very high state. But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it is basically impossible to be more flexible than your own hands.

Black hands take advantage.

When he helped Orgrim remove [Death Hammer] from the lava, he almost lost his pair of arms. The blazing high temperature that a person can withstand, and the amazing gathering of fire elements, if it is an ordinary person's arm, it has been completely coked into black coal and broken in the lava.

But the willpower, strength, muscles, and black hands that are inherently resistant to flames, are carrying the test of the flame **** in the crater. A large number of fire elements adhered to his arms and palms, which not only destroyed more than half of the hand nerves of the black hand, but also completely rocked all the skin and some muscles below his arm.

The pair of heavy, dark and shiny giant hands have a strange luster between stone and metal. Although every joint below the arm can rotate flexibly, it is clearly out of the biological category.

If anyone is foolishly trying to cut off the arm of the black hand, it must be his head that fell off last.

Of course, Lothar won't make a move. Duke repeatedly reminded beforehand that if Lothar would get all the moves, then he would not be Lothar, but a fool.

Lothar also took a small step towards the black hand.

The next second, a gust of wind rolled up.

Before the black hand did not shoot, no one would have thought that the tribal chief's left-hand arm casually fished, so a simple sweep would have such a terrifying power.

That's the sense of platooning that should only occur when the entire house collapses. The strong wind alone is enough to press every inch of the muscles on the human face against the teeth and other bones. Eyes couldn't open, let alone see the front.

For a moment, Duke had the illusion that Lothar was spiked without a doubt.

too terrifying.

That is not the power and speed that human poor imagination can understand.

The feeling is like the other party picked up the door of the church door, patted it across the board, and patted you into a meat sauce. The last sentence in my mind is ‘impossible’!

Fortunately, Duke's reason dispelled his hallucinations. If he did hit it just now, disturb this sacred duel in the eyes of the orcs. That's the real big deal.

Lothar escaped, a devastating tiger swooped, and then rolled over to the right and forward to the right to avoid the violent left hand of the chieftain. Not only that, during the tumbling, Lothar also used the blade of the sword of the king to pull the black hand thick thigh.

Blood glowed.

A long bloodstain appeared on the chief's left thigh.

The black hand's leg armor did not play any role at all, as if that precious leather was just a piece of thin paper that was torn apart.

But this is not the end. The black hand turned his right hand into a fist, turned in a whirlwind, and the huge fist banged from top right to bottom left.

The dark space actually made a loud sound that was almost sonic boom.

The fist banged down did not look like a stone giant at all, but like a hot lava ball.

Is the equivalent of a fireball throwing a fire element like a mage?

how can that be! ?

Obviously, within a certain range, the black hand has the power to manipulate the element of fire, and its dominance level is quite high, even above Duke as the sky mage.

Duke's heart was frozen for a moment! If, when I went to set fire some time ago, it wasn't Kilrogg's dead eyes, Orgrim and Samuro, but black hands ... if he was overcast, maybe he would have to run a body.

Super high temperature comparable to lava.

The gigantic force that dies at the touch.

Either of these two points is a death.

Every human warrior forgot to breathe and stared at Lothar's tiny figure in front of the black hand.

However, Lothar escaped, it was a strange action that resembled a spring bounce. The left hand holding the shield suddenly slammed the shield towards the ground, and then used the reaction force of the arm to pop the ground. Lothar rose up into the air, juggling along the edge of his fist like a juggler.

With a hissing noise, Lothar's armor under the left rib was rubbed, and iron armor with a thickness of at least five millimeters was torn off from the whole piece, which was easier than tearing the bread by hand.

A large pit of flames suddenly appeared on the ground.

"His" Ryan stood up in shock. Every human warrior squeezed sweat for Lothar.

Only Lothar stood up and let his lips slip away, as if the guy who had just died wasn't him.

"Haha! I like your skull more and more! Anduin!" The black hand laughed wildly, and he did not care about the wound on his thigh, and launched a stormy storm on Lothar.

Duke translation.

"Me too." Lothar dodged a little embarrassedly. Obviously a warrior, but like the thief's stunt [Dodge], 100% dodge rate!

Duke translates again.

"Let's fight each other well!" The black hand's petrified giant, his hand speed suddenly increased sharply again.

That's almost the speed of a swordsman blade storm.

Partial black hands can't cause effective damage.

Lothar could not escape every attack, but as he took small, fast and accurate T-steps, he danced the epic shield on his left arm tightly. With dexterous steps, clever angle deflection, precise unloading force, and the perfect use of various fighters' professional skills, Lothar is a par with the black hand.

No, no!

Because the black hand's attack was more open and close, Lothar's ghostly attack left the black hand with dozens of different shades. With the fierce movements of the black hand, every wound was bleeding.

Correct! It's bloodletting!

At one and a half moments, the black hand could hold on with the force of his body, but after a long time, the scale of victory would fall to Lothar. The premise is that Lothar was not hit hard.

This is the difference in mass.

The more powerful black hand can have many chances to make mistakes, and Lothar will be seconded if he misses. (To be continued.)