What the hell is this?
Is this still a human power?
Looking at the human in front of him, he was wearing a priest's robe, but had strong muscles. Although in the eyes of the Blackhand Guards, humans were weak creatures with thin arms and legs, but this human was obviously stronger and more powerful than other humans.
Without giving the Blackhand Guards more time to imagine, the next moment, the priest used a hammer to knock the Blackhand Guards' huge iron rod away.
"Bang--" The huge iron rod over four meters long turned into a streak of light, flew out more than ten meters away, and one end was inserted into the more than five-meter-high, snow-white outer wall of the palace.
"Monster! I punish you on behalf of the Holy Light!" The young priest with brown hair and beard swung another hammer.
The huge two-handed war hammer seemed as light as a child's toy in his hands. In the strong wind created by the hammer, the young man's golden hair and beard fluttered in the wind.
This was the last thought of the Blackhand Guard left in the world.
Just as the Blackhand guards had violently killed humans before, now he was in turn killed by humans with the same violence.
As the leader of the slave rebellion and the strongest among the orcs, the death of Blackhand's guards dealt a considerable blow to the morale of the orcs.
To the young priest's surprise, not a single orc retreated.
With red eyes, they shouted "Lok'tarOgar!" which the priest could not understand, and rushed forward resolutely.
The priest had no choice, because behind him was the palace of Lordaeron, where not only the King of Lordaeron but also the King of Stormwind and other dignitaries from other countries lived.
He didn't know why the orcs would choose to launch such a reckless attack at this time and place, which could not even be considered an assassination, but he knew that he must not let a single orc get through.
The royal guards of Lordaeron could no longer be relied upon, so he resolutely brandished his warhammer and charged forward with a fighting spirit that was no less intense than that of the orcs.
They are natural war machines.
Not only do they have stronger bodies, greater strength, and faster speeds than humans, they also have a crazy desire to fight.
If you have no weapon, use your fists; if your wrist is broken, kick with your feet; if your feet are broken, bite with your teeth.
The priest saw with his own eyes that not far from him, an orc whose hands and feet were nailed to the wall by spearmen with spears, took advantage of the time when a soldier went to check and bit off the human soldier's neck with his fang-filled mouth.
What a horrible creature this is!
The pastor couldn't help but be moved!
After another priest joined in with a big hammer, the battle became even more one-sided. Soon, all 100 orcs were annihilated. However, the price was the lives of at least 500 royal guards.
This does not include the victims in the Gladiator Avenue and the Colosseum.
King Terenas Menethil, who had heard the news, rushed to the scene, surrounded by a large number of guards. The extremely tragic scene before him almost made him nauseous.
The sight of so many chopped-up bodies of the guards deeply stung the eyes of the King of Lordaeron. The king of the most powerful human kingdom trembled all over and could not speak for a long time.
His wrinkled face looked a bit old, but he was not yet sixty years old and was not yet senile. After a brief moment of extreme anger, Menethil II calmed down.
"Let King Llane and representatives from various countries come here. Although what happened today is a misfortune for Lordaeron, I don't want this misfortune to spread to all human kingdoms."
After instructing the attendants, Terenas noticed a priest who looked out of place among the royal guards. Although the priest was wearing a priest robe with only the upper body left, his lower robe was torn, and he was holding an extremely large war hammer. Not only him, but there was another priest not far away who was dressed in a similar manner.
Looking at their blood-stained bodies, it was obvious that most of the orcs' deaths were related to them.
"Hello, two young clergymen, did you kill these orcs?"
"Uh, Your Majesty, I only killed 55."
"Your Majesty, I have 38."
The two priests' answers stunned King Terenas for a moment. After several seconds, he spoke: "May I know your names?"
"I am Tirion Fordring."
Two priests holding huge iron hammers saluted the King of Lordaeron together. The scene was as weird as it could be.
"I admire your courage. As the king of Lordaeron, I declare that you will be rewarded. However, before that, I have more important things to do. I must first form an alliance with other human kingdoms to deal with these hateful green beasts." At this moment, Terenas, who had been on the sidelines, had made a decision.
The following report made Terenas more determined in his decision.
A duke, an earl, and a countess who was known as one of the ten most beautiful women in Lordaeron were killed on the Gladiator Avenue. In addition, nearly 2,000 people, including more than 300 city guards and 600 royal guards, were killed.
And the reason was simply the rebellion of 100 orc gladiators!
Caught off guard, Lordaeron actually paid such a heavy price for just 100 green-skinned beasts! King Terenas trembled with anger just thinking of this result.
If he didn't do something, the nobles would not let him go, and neither would the people. Even though Terenas felt that something was wrong, the threat of the orcs was real. If all the orcs on the other side of the Thandor Bridge were so terrifying, then the kingdoms of Dalaran in front of the Kingdom of Lordaeron would not be able to withstand it.
When the other human kingdoms are destroyed, the fate of Lordaeron, the last remaining kingdom on the continent, will not be much better.
At this time, King Llane and representatives from various countries arrived.
Except for Llane, Duke and Lothar who had experienced the war with the orcs, the representatives of various countries were all confused. Such a tragic scene made them speechless.
At this moment, two messengers rode fast horses into the palace, one in front and one behind.
"Report - A large number of orcs have emerged from Loch Modan. They have already captured the South Gate Outpost of Dun Morogh and are marching towards Ironforge!"
"Report! More than 100,000 orcs were found in the wetlands. They are expected to reach the Sardor Bridge by tomorrow at the latest!"
These two pieces of news were like a bolt from the blue, shocking the dwarf representatives of Ironforge and the human representatives of Stromgarde.
Llane had emphasized more than once that the orcs' goal was to occupy the entire planet, but every representative subconsciously believed that it was enough for the greenskins to occupy the Storm Kingdom.
When the day of all-out war arrived, they suddenly realized that those damn orcs had such a huge appetite!