As the Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim's power was fully demonstrated on the impact he made from the shield wall of the Radiant Guard. Like a behemoth, Orgrim instantly shattered the shield wall, breaking through the Radiant Guard's defenses.
Orgrim saw a mage standing behind the shield wall. The mage did not flee despite the instant collapse of the defenses; he stood expressionless before Orgrim, as if challenging him.
The hammer, a symbol of orc might and fury, hurtled towards Leylin's head with unstoppable momentum. Leylin's eyes widened as he instinctively braced himself. The raw power behind the strike was unlike anything he had faced before.
Leylin's instincts kicked in, he had anticipated the shield wall's imminent shattering and, in that split second, he unleashed a surge of arcane energy to reinforce his body. His muscles tensed, shimmering with an invisible barrier of raw magical power, transforming him into a living fortress.
When the mighty Doomhammer finally struck, it was a force of nature—immense and unforgiving. Yet Leylin did not flinch or attempt to dodge. Instead, he raised his gauntlets, Beowulf, to meet the oncoming blow. The clash of steel and magic echoed like thunder across the battlefield.
The impact was colossal. Leylin's arcane enhanced body absorbed the shock, and with a powerful push, he held his ground. A deafening explosion reverberated from the tip of the Doomhammer to Orgrim's shoulder.
Arcane energy surged forth, and Orgrim knew he couldn't withstand the mage's spell damage. His counterattack erupted in a burst of strength that outstripped even the orc's brute force. With a swift, calculated motion, Leylin lunged forward, aiming to turn the tide of the clash.
He simply discarded his Doomhammer, freeing his hands, and took a large step back, dodging the power of the arcane explosion. This was a true orc warrior; he knew how to win in battle!
Seizing a fleeting moment of respite amidst the chaos, Orgrim's iron fist surged forward once more, a symbol of his unwavering fury. With relentless determination, he drove his powerful fist towards Leylin, intent on crushing him beneath the weight of his might.
Leylin's eyes narrowed as he prepared to meet the attack. His own fist rose in response, a calculated counter to the orc chieftain's relentless assault. When their fists collided, it was as if the very air around them crackled with energy.
A sudden burst of fiery energy erupted from Leylin's hands, igniting the space between them with blazing intensity.
Orgrim, despite his formidable size and reputation for quick reflexes, reacted swiftly. He ducked just in time, lowering his head and shifting his massive frame to avoid the searing inferno that threatened to engulf him.
His instincts, honed through countless battles, kept him from being caught off guard. A mage spell, [Blink]!
The mage vanished before Orgrim, replaced by a powerful ring of ice. Scattered frost and dozens of ice spears rained down on the orc warchief's body. However, a layer of scorching heat, like rage, blocked much of the spell's power, instantly freeing Orgrim from the restraints.
His target was the mage who had just teleported; there was no escaping it. Led by Orgrim, a large number of orc warriors once again broke through the elven defenses. The elven soldiers, who had just assembled to build a defense, were scattered.
Thalorien knew things were in serious trouble. In his flank, he charged towards the Radiant Guard, carrying Quel'Delar. The Radiant Guard were under immense pressure, the horde's attack was focused on them.
Orgrim launched another attack, once again targeting Leylin, but this time his assault was less successful. As he charged, Leylin's [Dragon Breath] swept past, its fiery trajectory like a dragon's flames, burning the orc warchief's body.
Orgrim flicked his wrist, and Doomhammer returned to his hand. He used Doomhammer to withstand the scorching fire energy. Doomhammer glowed red-hot, but he still gripped its handle tightly.
This wasn't enough!
"Warriors, charge! One fell swoop, kill all these elves!" Behind Orgrim, orc soldiers surged through Tranquillien, heading towards Eversong Forest.
The orcs marched on Tranquillien, but the battle there was far from over. For honor, Orgrim had to personally deal with this elven guard. Cho'gall arrived, joining the Warchief's ranks with two warlocks.
The scorching hammer swung once more, and with the aid of Cho'gall's [Shadow Bolt], Orgrim quickly charged forward towards the mage.
The sound of the hammer tearing through the air grew closer, and Leylin was prepare to meet it head on. But a warrior in gold and red armor appeared from his left side, using the dazzling Quel'Delar to block the hammer and force Orgrim back several steps.
The two armies' commanders clashed for the first time.
Thalorien gripped the Quel'Delar tightly; his arms were completely numb from the recent clash with the orc warchief. Of course, the clash of such immense power was not without its challenges for the orc warchief.
Orgrim lowered his stance, a gesture he only made when participating in arenas on Draenor. Seeing the warrior opposite him, he felt he had met his match aside from that mage. Thalorien couldn't understand orcish language, but he could sense the orc's gesture was a one-on-one duel.
"Chogal, eliminate the mage behind this elf, I'll deal with this warrior!" Orgrim commanded Cho'gall.
The two-headed ogre saw Leylin again, somewhat surprised. After their initial surprise, the two heads surprisingly reached a consensus: eliminate this mage who had appeared before him several times. He had lived long enough!
With the help of the two orc warlocks, Cho'gall continuously tossed shadow bolts into the air. These eerie orbs exploded upon hitting the ground, releasing powerful shadow energy.
This unique energy was no less potent than the spells cast by any high-ranking mage. The arcane energy exploded three times, and to prevent the miniature shadow orbs from spreading, Leylin instantly dispersed them the moment they hit the ground.
Cho'gall was furious; this human mage was quite troublesome. He began frantically hurling more shadow orbs. This time, he was different; without Gul'dan's order to conserve his power, he recklessly unleashed the shadow power he couldn't control.
Meanwhile, the warlocks standing on either side of Cho'gall continuously conjured shadow arrows between their hands. These formless arrows attacked Leylin and the two surrounding mages at incredible speed.
Aminel was responsible for clearing away these dozens of shadow bolts. While her arcane skill wasn't as good as Leylin's, it was enough to deal with the two warlocks. Floating arcane orbs hovered in front of the team, constantly absorbing the shadow bolts thrown by the warlocks.
"Cover me! I'm going to deliver the fatal blow to this ogre!" Leylin whispered.
Tyr'ganal nodded, activating [Icy Veins]. Water elementals rapidly gathered, and he channeled frost magic energy. A massive [Glacial Spike] appeared within the magic circle Tyr'ganal had drawn with his hands in two seconds.
With a chilling aura, Leylin shouted, "Release!"
A sudden, icy spike swept past Leylin's left shoulder, as if the very air itself had turned hostile. In an instant, the world seemed to shimmer and warp around him—then, with a flicker of motion, Leylin vanished from the sight of Aminel and Tyr'ganal.
Cho'gall, the towering two-headed ogre warlock, also paused, his massive heads spinning in confusion. His dark, bulbous eyes darted around, trying to grasp the moment's meaning.
Had this cunning mage truly escaped? Or was he planning some cruel trick? But Leylin had not fled—he had simply given Cho'gall and his allies a massive surprise.