Let's turn our attention back to the Western Expeditionary Force.
Grom Hellscream had lost count of how many times he had used his Leap Attack. Uther, Tirion, and Dathrohan, having all lost their warhorses, chose to fight on foot. However, Hellscream's pressure was too great, forcing them to join forces.
This reminded Uther of the orc warrior who had nearly succeeded in seizing control of the city wall during the attack on Lordaeron.
Uther and Dathrohan had learned the orc's name from Orcish prisoners: Broxigar Saurfang. Thanks to this orc, Uther and Dathrohan had learned the tactic of taking turns using Divine Shield to block fatal blows for their teammates!
However, this also showed how powerful the orc named Grom Hellscream was. Saurfang could be suppressed by Uther and Dathrohan working together, but now, even with the three of them combined, they were struggling against Hellscream!
"Damn humans, let's see how many more times you can use that divine shield! Your end is near with the next strike!"
Grom Hellscream was also feeling incredibly frustrated. In past battles, his signature Leap Attack had always claimed the lives of his enemies. Whether it was the strong Gronn or the cunning Ogres, none had been able to withstand his twenty years of training in the Leap Attack.
But these three humans in front of him were taking turns using golden, shimmering magical barriers, each blocking his fatal blow!
He also guessed that these were the Paladins that Orgrim had told him about!
Bah!
Grom Hellscream roared again, charging forward with Gorehowl in hand.
Uther, being the strongest of the three Paladins, took the initiative to stand at the forefront, bearing the brunt of the pressure, while Dathrohan and Tirion flanked him.
Uther raised the Light's Justice warhammer, parrying horizontally.
Bang!
He managed to block it, but the immense force transmitted from Gorehowl put tremendous pressure on Uther's Light-enhanced body. Uther's strong frame sank, and the soil beneath his feet immediately caved in.
Hellscream retracted his axe and then struck again swiftly, this time with a horizontal sweep. Uther could only parry again, but unfortunately, he had no place to deflect the force and was staggered sideways.
Embracing the idea of pressing his advantage, Hellscream wanted to pursue the attack, but Tirion stepped forward, his red Corrupted Ashbringer meeting Gorehowl's attack. Then, Dathrohan's Doomsayer also intervened, and the two of them held off Hellscream, allowing Uther to catch his breath.
"Roar!"
Grom felt somewhat distressed. How much he wished he had a strong teammate by his side to assist him, someone who could hold back one of the human powerhouses, so that he could directly counter-kill two Paladins!
Another Leap Attack!
This time, Hellscream struck in fury, with power far greater than the previous three times!
Moreover, this time his target was the weakest of the three, Tirion. It wasn't that Tirion's strength was the weakest; his Holy Light power should rank fourth, only behind Galen, Uther, and Turalyon. The weakness referred to here was what Hellscream felt: Tirion's martial skills were inferior to Dathrohan and Uther!
As the Lord of Mardenholde Keep, it was already perfect that this great noble could find time to diligently practice his martial skills and achieve something. However, he was still no match for Uther, the court official of Lordaeron, and Dathrohan, the chief instructor of Stratholme.
His martial skills were the worst, and his timing wasn't perfect, but he could use Divine Shield to block damage, which annoyed Hellscream!
This strike, Grom Hellscream had a one hundred percent certainty of killing Tirion!!!
Uther was panting a meter away from Tirion, and Dathrohan had his greatsword knocked away by the shockwave, while his Gorehowl was only half a meter away from Tirion's head!
Tirion wanted to raise Corrupted Ashbringer to block, but it was already too late. Even if he dodged, it would be useless. In Hellscream's eyes, there was no difference between hitting his head and hitting his shoulder. He had absolute confidence in splitting him into pieces.
Facing death, Tirion surprisingly felt no fear in his heart. His eyes were calm and relieved. From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, he had already had the awareness of certain death, and facing a powerful enemy like Hellscream, he had put life and death aside!
Bang!
Another loud noise was produced. Gorehowl seemed to have hit a solid iron lump, causing Hellscream's arm to tingle, and the feeling of cleaving something in two did not come!
At this moment, everyone looked closely and saw an orange-yellow barrier covering Tirion, with many mysterious Holy Light runes flashing with golden light on the barrier!
Uther and Dathrohan breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. They thought they were about to lose an important comrade, a brother in life and death.
However, the two were also puzzled. Tirion was the last one to activate Divine Shield to resist a fatal blow. Uther and Dathrohan were unable to cast Divine Shield again due to the influence of self-discipline. How did Tirion do it?
Could it be that he, like Galen, was favored by the Holy Light again?
Tirion was sent flying by the huge force, plowing more than five meters on the ground. He couldn't care about the pain all over his body and directly felt the Holy Light barrier on his body. Yes, it was the feeling of Divine Shield!
But what was going on!
Immediately, Tirion saw that his Corrupted Ashbringer seemed to have changed slightly, becoming two ounces lighter!
He raised it and looked. It turned out that the pink cylindrical crystal at the hilt had broken, revealing a cylindrical slot!
Tirion remembered!
When Galen distributed weapons to everyone, each weapon had the same pink crystal at the end. There seemed to be liquid flowing in the crystal. Danath even ridiculed Galen for liking this color scheme like a girl and wanted to replace it on the spot, but Galen stopped him, and he asked everyone not to change the structure of these weapons, otherwise he would ask the Thorium Brotherhood to take back their new weapons.
Tirion didn't take it to heart at the time. It was just a pink hilt decoration. As long as the weapon was comfortable and handy, there was no need to change it even if it was a bit girly. But now, he finally understood Galen's good intentions!
What he sent was not a weapon!
What he sent was a life!
Galen, who was far behind, also did not expect that the weapons and Little Invincible Potions that he had just sent out last night would be triggered in just over ten hours?
If he hadn't sent the weapons, wouldn't someone he valued have died today?
It couldn't be that some idiot felt bored and smashed the crystal on the hilt for fun!
A magic trigger in Galen's hand was flashing a signal. Light number four was flashing!
It was Corrupted Ashbringer!
Tirion was in danger.
Galen instantly sank into the Heart of Origin, and then locked onto the weapon that triggered the magic signal from the strategic map!
Then, he grabbed the hands of the two people beside him with one hand each!
Teleport!
Besides being sturdy and sharp, the weapons Galen sent out also had three additional sockets!
The first socket was at the sword's hilt, containing a small bottle of Invincible Potion. It could automatically trigger an enchanted magic array when the user suffered a fatal blow and was caught off guard, shattering the potion and sprinkling it on the user.
However, if you thought there was only one life-saving Invincible Potion, you'd be wrong. With Galen's philosophy of 'safety first,' he had even included Divine Shield in the Paladin graduation exam. How could just one extra invincibility be enough?
Therefore, Galen specifically integrated an item into the weapon: "Sanctuary Staff."
Sanctuary Staff: Teleports the target to the highest-level town hall and can heal their injuries.
This item is equivalent to a single-person Scroll of Recall, preventing the indiscriminate teleportation of large numbers of soldiers.
Besides the Invincible Potion and Sanctuary Staff, there was a final socket, a sealed space where Galen placed a mechanical toy that transforms into a small beetle, used to locate the weapon.
Now, Galen was using the small toy to locate Tirion and then using the toy as a teleportation anchor for a group teleport!
As soon as he landed, Galen sensed a shadow falling from the sky!
Galen quickly released his hands. In his haste, he had grabbed a Windrunner with each hand. Now, to counterattack, he needed to free them up. However, Galen, accustomed to playing little romantic gestures with Sylvanas when holding hands, didn't forget to tickle her palm before letting go.
Because he had arrived in a hurry, Galen didn't pay attention to whether Sylvanas was on the left or right, so he tickled both hands.
Sylvanas, used to it, didn't feel anything. Moreover, her attention was on the figure flying in the air. She immediately drew her bow, ready to shoot.
How could Alleria, who was several hundred years old and had never been in a relationship, have experienced this before? Especially with someone she secretly admired.
Alleria's face instantly turned red. Fortunately, Sylvanas wasn't paying attention to her.
Alleria quickly steadied herself, taking half a step back to stand behind Sylvanas, ensuring she hadn't noticed her abnormality, before gripping her war bow, Thas'dorah, and aiming at the Orc leaping from the sky!
Grom Hellscream was filled with rage. They had used Divine Shield before, and now his sure-kill blow had also been blocked, seemingly by some magical item he didn't know about.
Once, twice, thrice, and now four times!
Hellscream's Gorehowl wouldn't allow anyone to survive a Gorehowl leap!
Therefore, he couldn't bear it; he lost his cool!
The team fight could be lost, but Tirion must die!
Who would have thought that just as Gorehowl was about to strike, three figures suddenly appeared in front of the Paladin!
Then, two arrows shot towards him. One aimed at his heart, the other directly at his face, with treacherous and vicious angles.
From the situation of these two arrows, Hellscream instantly judged that these were two extremely skilled hunters. At least, in Hellscream's opinion, even the Thunderlord and Frostwolf clans, famous for producing hunters, couldn't match the shooting talent of the archers who fired these two arrows!
Hellscream, mid-air, had nowhere to borrow strength. He could only swing Gorehowl to block the arrow aimed at his chest, then lower his body with a heavy drop, while also retracting his neck, causing the arrow aimed at his face to graze past the top of his head, taking away the tie of his sky-piercing braid.
Then, Hellscream's eyes sharpened, and without changing his move, Gorehowl adjusted its direction and continued the leaping strike!
Firstly, he was confident in his strength, not fearing being surrounded by humans. Hellscream had an instinctive aversion to ranged hunters. He had to quickly approach and eliminate them, absolutely not allowing them to create enough distance to launch an attack, otherwise, he would be even more passive!
Closer, even closer!
Galen, watching Hellscream and his Gorehowl , had already gripped the hilt of the Brotherhood Sword behind his back, his entire aura gathering.
Hellscream could only bet that the human standing in front of the human knight he was carrying wouldn't use the turtle shell again. Otherwise, he would have to retreat temporarily today!
A deafening warcry erupted from Hellscream's mouth, and Gorehowl rapidly approached Galen's crown!
A red light flickered on Gorehowl , as Hellscream infused the battle-axe with a large amount of rage energy.
At this moment, the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised. This human man blocking his path didn't seem to have the golden turtle shell. He was dead for sure. He would kill him and the knight behind him together!
Boom!
At the last moment, Galen unleashed his fully charged strike!
Galen and Hellscream's full-force strikes caused the red and black blade of the Thoradin's Brotherhood Sword and the Scarlet Gorehowl to collide, creating a huge shockwave. In an instant, the black mud and volcanic ash on the ground spread, obscuring the vision of those on the periphery.
Then, as the dust dissipated, Galen's greatsword was seen blocking Hellscream's battle-axe, and the ground, centered on where the two stood, had caved in. Tirion, behind Galen, stood up covered in dirt, spitting and trying to clear the volcanic ash that had flown into his mouth.
As the vision cleared, the two Windrunners attacked again. With hands as swift as the wind, they rapidly drew their bows and nocked arrows, shooting at Hellscream like a string of pearls.
Drink!
Faced with the rapidly firing arrows, Hellscream immediately retracted his battle-axe and then unleashed a Whirlwind Slash. Gorehowl rotated in Hellscream's hands like a windmill.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The crisp sound of arrows colliding with the battle-axe rang out.
At this time, Hellscream had already conceived the idea of retreating. There were too many experts on the Western Front; he couldn't hold out alone.
Hellscream admitted that he had been arrogant this time. Originally, Orgrim had arranged for Fenris of the Thunderlord Clan and Chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan to fight alongside him, but he had refused. It seemed he had underestimated the humans. Next time, he would call a few more chieftains from other clans to fight with him!
As the Whirlwind Slash knocked down the arrows, Hellscream watched the human man who had just exchanged a blow with him raise his greatsword and pursue him. Judging from their earlier contact, this human man's strength should be comparable to his own. It was hard to imagine how a human, with only half his size, could possess such great power!
Grom Hellscream knew he had to retreat; it would be too late if he didn't leave now. Once surrounded, he would surely die.
Bang!
The Brotherhood Sword collided with Gorehowl again!
However, this time Galen only felt Gorehowl power was light and weak.
Not good, Hellscream is going to run!
Sure enough, Grom Hellscream used the force of Galen's greatsword to bounce backward, dodging a few arrows, and with a few leaps, he entered the chaotic battlefield!
A desolate horn sounded from the Orcish rear ranks.
They were retreating.