Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 970 66. Let's fight at the end of hell

"This sword of yours is Quel Sela?"

In front of Fina, with a sallow complexion, Sir Thalorian, who had just taken the elven secret medicine, held up the elven holy sword in Fina's hand in an appreciative gesture.

While looking at the holy sword in front of him, which was very similar to Quell Della, he asked:

"Where did you find it?"

When Fenner saw the elf sword master speak Quel'sera's name, she knew that Sir Salorian knew the story of the two elf holy swords very well.

This was beyond her expectations.

She didn't hide it either, and told the story of how she robbed the Broken Blade from the Nightborne's treasure ship and found the dwarves to reshape the holy sword.

Fenner had an affinity for Ser Thalorian.

Because the Sir and Mrs. Golden Sword are very good friends. If Mrs. Golden Sword hadn't been deceived by that old rascal Dai Lin early on, she would probably end up with Sir Salorian.

In other words, the elegant elf sword master in front of him almost became Fenner's Didi.

Moreover, Fenner was bullied by some villain elves when she was a child, and he would often come to see her at home. At that time, Fenner would wonder whether this Sir Thalorian who taught her swordsmanship was her real father?

Because of this question, she was beaten several times by Mrs. Jin Jian.

In short, in the heart of the stupid warrior, Jazz is a respectable elder, and she was the first to come to find His Excellency the Dawn Seeker when she encountered something, which already showed the status of this sword master in her heart.

After telling the story about herself and Quel Serra, Fenner asked in a low voice:

"But Sir Salorian, since you always knew that Quill Della had a sister sword, why didn't you go find it during the thousand years you held the holy sword?

Even if you can't get away from guarding the Sunwell by yourself, you can ask people from the Sacred Relic Association to find it for you.

They have always been very capable in stealing chickens and dogs. "

"Not so easy to find, child."

The elf sword master sighed, stroked the sharp blade in his hand, and said:

"I've always known that its final whereabouts were in the city of Eldre'Thalas, but the city of the Sin Della elves is far away in the continent of Kalimdor, and it is still deep in the country of the Kaldorei.

Our relationship with the Kaldorei has given me hope for that.

But fate brought me to meet it at this moment.

And it's in your hands.

Fate is so impermanent, but also so heart-warming. "

Your Excellency the Dawn Seeker chuckled, with a satisfied expression on his face, he raised his head gently, and said to Odin, the King of War:

"Your Majesty, I will not participate."

He withdrew from the battle decently, coughed and collected the fragments of the mark of death that belonged to Hela's defeat, and said:

"I have won glory for Quel'Thalas, and my health does not allow me to continue fighting. However, I will entrust my sword to my people, and she will fight on behalf of the Quel'Dorei."

The elf sword master chose not to fight at this time, and no one would despise him.

In the battle with Hela just now, if he hadn't been performing magic rebound and weakening Hela's shield and enchantment with breaking spells, the reckless fighters here would count as one by one, and they would all be killed by Hela's death lightning and filth. Orbs killed one by one.

He's proven himself to be, something even the cocky Grom Hellscream can't deny.

Moreover, Salorian's spellbreaker combat skills are crushing when used against spellcasters, but they are very ineffective when used against warriors. It is also the wisdom of the elves to make use of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

After finishing speaking, Sir Dawn Seeker pulled out the holy sword of Quill Della behind his back, waved it and threw it to Fenner, and said softly with his eyes closed:

"I am older than your mother. From the perspective of an elf, I have passed the peak of my combat power and am about to enter my twilight years. The inheritance of Quill Della cannot be broken, and I have been choosing a successor for it.

Miss Lannathel, the attendant of His Royal Highness, was proposed to take over my mantle, but now, I have a better candidate.

Little Fenner, in fact, I wanted to be your swordsmanship instructor when you were a child, but your mother always wanted you to inherit the magical power of the Golden Sword family, so I had no choice but to give up.

Only, as I said, fate does not judge those it favors.

Fight with Quell Della and its sisters, Fenner, let me see if the two holy swords will obey you.

Perhaps from today onwards, you will succeed me as the next Phoenix Sword Master of Quel'Thalas. "

"This name is too exaggerated. I don't like it. My nickname is Lagosh, which means 'ghost wolf' in the orc language."

Fenner said something very seriously, without hiding her voice, and made the orcs next to her look at her in unison, and Grom even bared his teeth in displeasure.

Obviously, the title Fenner chose for herself offended their traditions.

But the stupid warrior didn't care. When two dragon-forged blades from the same source were held tightly by the same person, gentle and tough power erupted from them.

As Fenna danced a two-handed sword combat technique, the buzzing resonance of the two sister swords also gave her a layer of flexibility and beauty unique to elf warriors.

"See? Grom!"

Finner raised the sword in both hands and shouted to the orc chief:

"I'm going to use them to chop off your head in a moment!"

"Who else wants to participate!"

Grom ignored Fenner's naive provocation at all. He looked at the others and shouted:

"You have proved your strength, and I am willing to admit that you are all quite good fighters, but because of this, the anger in my heart is also tumbling.

There should be a strongest!

Come on, let's fight to prove our respective strengths. Fireblade offenders, do you want to escape too? Havalor's heritage has withered so far.

Old Dahl is a hero, but it is a pity that his son and daughter are not up to par, and now there is an exile and exile to stand up for the fire blade!

No one wants to fight for it anymore.

I think the Holy Land of Sword Blades should be demolished and replaced with a pigsty. "

Chief Warsong looked at the two silent orc sword masters, and threw out a skillful taunt, causing Samuro to clasp the Flame Blade in his hand.

He looked at the expressionless Lantresor with his arms folded beside him.

He said:

"The employment is not over yet, is it?"

Lantrisso shrugged and said:

"Tell me, who do you want to kill?"

"Play!"

Samuro walked up to the platform with his saber upside down and said:

"It doesn't matter to others, find Grom and chop me hard!"

"Hahaha"

Seeing that the Burning Blade Sword Master also entered the arena, Grom burst out laughing. He looked at Kane Bloodhoof who was talking to Ulan Gaoling again, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

He yelled:

"Oxhorn man! You are here to find reinforcements for your people, right? My clan and I are willing to help you, we don't need money or anything from you.

We'd love to help you hack all the centaurs for free.

As long as you play a game with me!

As long as you can win. "

"There's no need to go, Kane!"

Ulan immediately persuaded:

"Blood Totem and we will help your clan, and the Lord of War will bless your clan for your exploits, and the Oath of Help from the Talon Defender is enough for a big victory.

There's no need to actually fight that maniac, it's just a waste of time. "

"No, Ulan, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Kane shook his head and glanced at the shattered rune spear in his hand. He reached out to take Ulan Gaoling's tauren halberd and waved it in his hand.

The old cow winked at his fellow kin and said:

"My duties as a chieftain have been fulfilled, and now it is time to satisfy my joy as a warrior. I did not fight him for the sake of my tribe.

That guy is really annoying, I just want to teach him a lesson. "

"Well, then I have nothing to persuade you."

Ulan laughed, he understood Kane's implication.

Opponents are rare.

Especially for a fighter like Lao Niu who is good at one-hit kills, it is a very happy thing to have a comparable opponent and to have a hearty battle.

"Wa Locke! How long are you going to hide?"

Grom sneered and said:

"Your big brother is useless, I can't take the life of that sad old man, but you are still in your prime. I heard that you were the captain of the guard of Orgrim, but Doomhammer is dead, why do you still alive?

Is it because he is afraid of death and dare not be loyal?

You coward! "

"go!"

Leaning on a cloth beside a stone pillar, Rocks wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly to his silent brother:

"Go beat that bastard! Beat him hard, don't show mercy!"

"Ok."

Va Locke Saurfang nodded. The warlord stood up, glanced at the night battle ax in his hand whose tentacles had cut Hela down to the curly blade, shook his head, and threw the thing aside.

As he stepped forward, he drew out the Dark Hand Warhammer that Red had lent him.

The appearance of this thing made Grom's eyes widen, and then he laughed wildly. In the world of Dellano, the orcs have been debating which clan's relic is the strongest weapon.

Gorehowl, Sanksu, Hand of Darkness, and Hammer of Doom are the four most topical "candidates" among them.

Right now, except for Doom Hammer, who is not on the scene, the other three holy objects are all in place.

very good!

Then today, let's let the soldiers' weapons decide the outcome.

With Va Locke Saurfang also striding into the Reaper's Terrace on the shores of Hades, the last of the Rumble participants is in place.

Odin, who was standing on the coast, had already retrieved his Lightning Spear. He held up the thing that shone with thunderous light, and induced his own divine power to pour down on these warriors like a blessing.

Let them recover their physical strength, restore their injuries and energy, and give them a temporary reinforcement.

"Fight to your heart's content at the end of hell!"

Odin declared aloud:

"In this field of war, the fatal wounds of death will be sent out of the platform, and the simplest standard of victory or defeat when soldiers fight with each other is used!

The one standing at the end is the winner!

And only the winner is eligible to raise the shield of Aggramar!

Now, in the name of the Lord of War, I declare that the final battle of the trial of strength begins! "

The sound of Odin's starting gun sounded, and the few heroic spirits who survived the brutal war suddenly roared, and the soldiers on the platform also moved in unison.

It is said to be a big fight, but at this moment, everyone's goal is the same!

Even including the orcs, all the warriors threw their weapons at the foul-mouthed Grom Hellscream in unison. Tch, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose in the melee, Hellscream must die!

This guy is going to pay for his craziness and his mouth!

"come!"

Grom, who was targeted for a moment, showed no fear.

He waved the Blood Howl with one hand, roaring at the attacking crowd, launching a blade storm that would destroy the world. The high-speed rotating Blood Howl collided with those equally powerful weapons in an instant, splashing ear-piercing screams and dancing sparks .

Weaker fighters like Fenna, Lord Ke Luolei, and Heya were repelled by the blade storm wrapped in anger the moment they made contact.

But others blocked the defense with their weapons and did not take a step back.

Swordsman Samuro, who was furious in his heart because Grom humiliated Havalor Sword Saint Holy Land, even released three phantoms tit for tat, and launched a quadruple blade storm in the opposite direction of Grom's rotation.

With the blade of the sword master Sankesu in hand, the blade storm of the real sword master Samuro is obviously more threatening! After all, this kind of fighting skill was first passed down from the way of the sword master.

Storm against storm, blade against blade, after a few seconds of collision, Grom was forced to stop spinning, and in the high-speed rotation of the phantom of power, the armor on Chief Warsong was instantly torn, and blood flowed horizontally.

There is also the assassination master Lantresor, who cooperated perfectly with Samuro under the concealment of Windwalk. At the moment Grom was repelled, the black saber emerged silently, and a break, jump and chop slashed To Grom's back.

He was difficultly blocked by the chain pull of Gorehowl.

But before Grom could catch his breath, Muradin, who was in the state of a god descending from the gods, bumped into him head-on. The dwarf like a small titan hit Grom's heart with his head hammer, and the chief suffered a sudden cardiac arrest.

This bastard dwarf must have done it on purpose!

He's going to make a fool of himself!

what!

Damn it!

Damn it all!

Grom's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his ax to get up and fight back.

But the gray figure pounced on him and threw him to the ground again. The werewolf-like Gene showed a cold smile, and the next moment, the deadly wolf kiss bit down.

The sharp claws flew, bringing up waves of shadows, like a file sweeping through flesh and blood, which made Grom's heart ache for a moment.

"clang"

Dai Lin, who was about to join the siege, turned around and swung the shining Quill Della away.

He looked at his daughter, and Fenner shrugged and said:

"We don't seem to need us there, so, Dailin Proudmoore."

The stupid warrior raised her swords and crossed them in front of her. She looked at Dai Lin with a strange face and said:

"Come on, let me imitate the battle in the Crucible of Storms, and complete my 'adult ceremony' in front of you. I have agreed with Bo Laike, and this will be the tradition of the Proudmoore family from now on

Although unfortunately, you may have to fail four times. "

"Oh, good ones don't learn, optics are bad."

Dai Lin shook his head regretfully. He shook the sword in his hand and said to Fenner:

"But you almost mean it, girl."

(end of this chapter)