Chapter 188: Round One

If the orc guard was a charging rhinoceros just now, then the Warchief's assault at this moment is like a heavily armored tank speeding along.

The terrifying momentum of the raging and invincible Blackhand made all the human warriors present tremble.

At nearly three and a half meters tall, Blackhand is undoubtedly a giant among both humans and orcs. Some may think that such a large and bulky giant like Blackhand must be slow in his movements. However, any enemy or challenger who thinks so would have their heads crushed by Blackhand.

The formula of "high power equals low speed, high speed equals low power" does not apply to Blackhand. Not only is Blackhand fast and strong, but he also has an advantage that no one else has -- his weapons are his own hands. People often say that someone can wield a sword as if it were an extension of their arm, which is a high level of skill.

But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it can't be more flexible than one's own hands. Blackhand has a significant advantage. When he helped Orgrim retrieve the Doomhammer from the lava, he almost lost both of his arms.

The intense heat that no ordinary person could endure, coupled with the astonishing concentration of fire elements, would have completely charred the arms of an ordinary person and left them broken in the lava.

But Blackhand's willpower, strength, muscles, and innate resistance to flames were incredibly powerful, and he managed to withstand the test of the fiery inferno at the volcano. A large amount of fire elements attached to his forearms and palms, destroying more than half of Blackhand's hand nerves and turning the surface layer of his arms and some muscles into solid rock.

Those heavy and glossy black giant hands have a strange luster between stone and metal. Every joint below the arm can move flexibly, but they are clearly beyond the scope of living organisms.

If anyone stupidly wanted to cut off Blackhand's arms, then the last thing to fall would be their own head. Of course, Lothar would not fall for such a trick. Duke had repeatedly reminded him beforehand that if Lothar were fooled, then he would no longer be Lothar, but rather Lothar the fool.

Lothar also stepped forward and charged towards Blackhand. In the next second, a strong wind rolled up on the ground. Before Blackhand made a move, no one would have thought that such a simple sweep of the left arm of the Horde Warchief would have such a terrifying momentum.

That was the kind of mountain-moving and earth-shattering feeling that should have appeared when the entire building collapsed. Just the fierce wind alone was enough to press every inch of muscle on a person's face onto their teeth and bones.

They couldn't even open their eyes, let alone see what was in front of them. For a moment, Duke even had the illusion that Lothar was undoubtedly killed. It was too scary. That kind of power and speed was beyond the imagination of human beings.

It was like the opponent picked up the door panel of a church and slammed it down, smashing you into minced meat, leaving only the last sentence in your mind, "impossible!" Fortunately, Duke's rationality dispelled his illusion.

If he had really acted just now and disrupted this sacred duel in the eyes of the orc, that would have been a real problem. But Lothar managed to dodge it, using a tiger's pounce to quickly roll forward and avoid the Warchief's fierce left-hand sweep.

And in the midst of the roll, Lothar smoothly used the blade of the sword, the King's Sword, to cut a long wound into Blackhand's thigh.

Blood spattered.

A long, slender wound appeared on Warchief Blackhand's left thigh.

Blackhand's leg armor was completely useless, as if that precious leather armor was only a piece of paper that could be torn apart.

But it didn't end there. Blackhand even threw a punch with his right hand, spinning like a whirlwind and slamming his huge fist from upper right to lower left.

There was a deafening sound in the dark sky.

The fist that slammed down was not like a stone giant, but like a scorching hot magma ball.

Was this equivalent to releasing flame elements like a mage casting a fireball?

How was this possible!?

Obviously, within a certain range, Blackhand has the power to manipulate flame elements, and his control level is quite high, even above Duke, who is a sky mage.

Duke's heart froze for a moment! If it was not Kilrogg Deadeye, Orgrim, and Saurfang who surrounded him when he went to set fire before, but Blackhand was caught off guard by him, he might really have to run as a corpse.

Equivalent to the high temperature of molten lava.

Deadly supreme strength with just one touch.

Either of these two things would result in death.

Every human warrior forgot to breathe and stared at Lothar's tiny figure in front of Blackhand."

However, Lothar managed to dodge it with a strange movement that was somewhat like a spring rebound. He slammed his shield to the ground with his left hand, utilizing the reactive force to launch himself into the air, barely avoiding the punch.

"Hiss!" Lothar's armor on his left side was grazed, and a piece of at least five millimeters thick iron armor was torn off as easily as tearing bread apart.

Suddenly, a one-meter-square flame pit appeared on the ground.

"Shit!" Llane jumped up in fright, and every human warrior sweated for Lothar.

Only Lothar stood up, calmly sneering as if he was not the guy who almost died just now.

"Haha! I'm starting to like your head more and more, Anduin!" Blackhand continued to laugh wildly, ignoring the wound on his thigh, and launched a fierce onslaught on Lothar.

"Me too." Lothar dodged a bit embarrassedly. He was obviously a warrior, but he was dodging like a rogue using evasion, with a 100% dodge rate!

"Good...let's fight each other!" Blackhand's rocky hand suddenly rose again, like a blade storm almost equal to a Blademaster.

Unfortunately, Blackhand still couldn't deal any effective damage.

Lothar couldn't dodge every attack, but he stepped quickly and accurately while swirling his epic shield on his left arm. With agile steps, clever angle turns, precise discharge, and perfect use of various warrior skills, Lothar was able to compete evenly with Blackhand.

No, wait!

Because Blackhand's attacks were more powerful, Lothar's ghostly attacks left dozens of different depths of wounds on him. With Blackhand's vigorous movements, each wound was bleeding.

It's a bloodbath!

For a while, Blackhand could still withstand it with his strong body, but over time, the balance of victory would definitely tilt towards Lothar's side, provided that Lothar was not hit hard.

This is the difference in size.

Blackhand, with stronger vitality, could afford to make many mistakes, while Lothar would be killed in seconds if he missed.