The Second Empire of Azeroth

As expected, the black iron dwarf stopped immediately upon seeing the Dragon Soul, constantly gathering energy in his hands but not releasing it.

Feeling the familiar dark aura from that energy, Roger was even more certain that he was Deathwing.

Therefore, Roger didn't dare to act rashly either. He knew Deathwing's power too well. If he didn't strike a fatal blow, Deathwing would definitely have the ability to instantly kill him.

While the two of them remained still, the other black iron dwarves were moving. They approached Roger with sinister smiles, wanting to kill this human who was trying to stop them.

Just then, several arrows shot over, piercing the heads of these black iron dwarves. Vereesa Windrunner flew over on a dragonhawk, constantly firing frost arrows to consume the fire elemental's energy. However, the fire elemental summoned by Deathwing was not an ordinary fire elemental, but a powerful fire elemental lord, and Vereesa Windrunner's frost arrows couldn't inflict a fatal blow on it at all.

Seeing the fire elemental lord approaching Roger, two giant water elementals suddenly appeared, blocking it.

Antonidas had made his move.

With the help of the two water elementals, Vereesa Windrunner kept the fire elemental lord occupied. However, it would still take some time to eliminate the fire elemental lord.

Roger stared intently at Deathwing, constantly thinking about Deathwing's purpose in doing this. He had already seen that Deathwing wanted to stall him here, to lure him away from the real target.

However, even knowing Deathwing's scheme, Roger couldn't figure out who the target of the scheme was.

Just then, a group of unusually tall orcs suddenly appeared on the summit of Blackrock Mountain, launching a charge against the main force of the Alliance from a high vantage point.

This is?

Roger's expression changed drastically. How could the orcs still have a trump card?

Those orcs charged into the main force of the Alliance, all wielding greatswords in both hands, killing Alliance soldiers one by one. Tirion Fordring, as the vanguard of the main force, immediately led the paladins to meet them, but before they could get close, the tallest orc stomped his foot, knocking the paladins to the ground with flame-infused lightning. The orcs rushed past, using greatswords imbued with the power of lightning to kill the paladins.

This was the greatest loss of life since the founding of the paladins.

Tirion Fordring's body flashed with immense holy light, repelling the orcs. When he stood up, he realized that more than half of the twenty or so paladins he had led were lost.

His heart was filled with anger, but he knew that now was not the time to be angry, because those orcs were already heading towards where Lothar was.

"Damn it! Follow me quickly, to rescue Marshal Lothar!"

Tirion Fordring gathered the surviving paladins and launched a charge towards the rear of the Blackhand clan.

Rend Blackhand disregarded Tirion Fordring. He left a few Blackhand warriors to block Tirion Fordring and the others, and continued to kill Lothar. As long as he killed Lothar, he could turn defeat into victory. He would accomplish what Orgrim Doomhammer had failed to do, and those orc chieftains would surely submit to his feet. At that time, he would defeat all enemies—humans, dwarves, elves...

Also, he wanted to rescue Orgrim Doomhammer. He wanted to see Orgrim Doomhammer kneel at his feet and repent for killing Maim.

Lothar stopped Windsor's words, "I know the orcs came prepared, but if I choose to escape, it will inevitably damage the morale of the Alliance. Roger said that if we can't take Blackrock Mountain in one battle, it will be very difficult to take it later. He's right. How much allied power did we gather to have our current strength? It will be impossible to gather the alliance again next time."

"Therefore, we must conquer Blackrock Mountain this time, even if it costs me my life!"

Hearing this, Windsor bit his teeth hard. He drew his sword and shouted loudly, "Ironhorse Brotherhood, follow me!"

The Ironhorse Brotherhood was a knightly organization in Stormwind City, and its members were the most outstanding knights of the Kingdom of Stormwind, just like how high elves' rangers joined the Farstriders. Since Stormwind City was breached, Lothar expanded the Ironhorse Brotherhood again, and many knights and paladins from other kingdoms joined it, the most famous of whom was Tirion Fordring.

As Lothar's most loyal partner, Windsor had always been responsible for protecting Lothar's safety. Now that the orcs wanted to kill Lothar, they had to step over his corpse.

Dozens of Ironhorse Brotherhood members fearlessly launched a charge against the Blackhand warriors, but before they could approach the Blackhand warriors, they were blasted away by the flame lightning emitted by the Blackhand warriors. Windsor fell on a rock and passed out, and the others were also burned by the flame lightning.

Rend Blackhand grinned and casually swung his sword to kill the knights in his hands. Then, he continued to walk towards Lothar. Today, no one could save him.

The surrounding human soldiers looked at the Blackhand orcs in fear. They had never seen such powerful monsters.

Lothar's expression was solemn, but he was still fearless. He raised Quel'Zaram, the Royal Sword, and charged towards Rend Blackhand.

Rend Blackhand couldn't help but sneer, casually swinging his sword to knock Quel'Zaram away, and then pierced Lothar's body with his sword. The flame lightning on the sword erupted, blasting Lothar away and slamming him down under the rock where he had just stood.

"Ah—"

A roar came from behind Rend Blackhand, followed by a huge burst of holy light that struck Rend Blackhand, staggering him.

The other Blackhand orcs turned their heads and rushed towards Tirion Fordring, who had launched the sneak attack!

Seeing Lothar's death with his own eyes, Tirion Fordring was extremely angry. His whole body surged with holy light, and he slammed the Blackhand orcs back, quickly rushing towards Rend Blackhand.

Rend Blackhand struck back, his greatsword severing Tirion Fordring's sword and hitting him. Under the protection of the holy light, Tirion Fordring was not seriously injured, but he was still knocked away.

The fallen Tirion Fordring saw Quel'Zaram beside him, picked it up, and charged towards Rend Blackhand again.

Holy light and flame lightning clashed together, erupting into a violent energy collision that knocked down all creatures within hundreds of yards.

Roger's expression changed when he saw the location of the mushroom cloud explosion. He glared angrily at Deathwing, "Is this your purpose?"

Deathwing retreated while answering, "You captured Orgrim Doomhammer, and Blackhand killed Lothar. Now it's fair!"

"Stop!" Vereesa Windrunner was dissatisfied with Deathwing's departure and couldn't help but want to chase after him.

"Let him leave!" Roger stopped Vereesa Windrunner. The Dragon Soul was aimed at the fire elemental lord, and a rainbow light pierced its body, sending it back to the fire elemental plane.

Looking at the place where Deathwing disappeared, Roger clenched his fists.

He felt that he was still too weak! Although he could slaughter ordinary people, he was still powerless in the face of this world-destroying enemy.