Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 970 66. Fight as much as you like at the end of hell

   "Your sword, is Querceira?"

   In front of Fenna, with a sallow complexion, Ser Salorian, who had just taken the elf secret medicine, raised the elven holy sword in Fina's hand in an appreciative manner.

   While looking at the holy sword in front of him, which is very similar to Queldera, he asked:

   "Where did you find it?"

  Finna saw the Elf Sword Saint utter the name of Querceira, and knew that Ser Salorian knew the story of the two Elven holy swords.

   This was beyond her expectations.

   She didn't hide it either, she told the story of robbing herself of the broken blade from the treasure ship of the night child, and finding the dwarves to reshape the holy sword.

  Finna had an affinity for Ser Salorian.

  Because Sir and Lady Golden Sword are very good friends, if Lady Golden Sword hadn't been deceived by that old ruffian, Dai Lin, she would probably end up with Sir Salorian.

   In other words, the elegant elf swordsman in front of him almost became Fina's Deddy.

   And Fina was bullied by some bad elf children when she was a child, and he would often come to see her at home. At that time Fina would think, is this Ser Salorian, who taught her swordsmanship, her biological father?

   was beaten by Mrs. Jinjian several times because of this question.

   In short, in the minds of stupid warriors, Sir is a respectable elder. The first time she came to look for His Excellency Dawner when she encountered something, it already showed the status of this swordsman in her heart.

   After telling the story of herself and Querceira, Fenna asked in a low voice:

   "But Ser Salorian, since you always knew that Quel'Delar had a sister sword, why didn't you look for it during the thousand years you wielded the Holy Sword?

   Even if you can’t get away by guarding the Sunwell yourself, you can ask the people from the Sacred Relics Association to help you find it.

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

   "Not so easy to find, boy."

   The Elf Sword Saint sighed, stroked the sharp blade in his hand, and said:

   "In fact, I always knew that its last whereabouts were in the city of Erethras, but the city of the Syndra elf was far away on the mainland of Kalimdor, and it was still deep in the kingdom of the Kaldorei.

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

   But fate made me meet it at this moment.

   And it is in your hand.

  Fate is so impermanent and so heartwarming. "

   His Excellency the Morning Seeker chuckled, his face full of contented expressions, 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 to collect the fragments of the imprint of the **** of death after Hela's defeat, and said:

   "I have earned the honor of Quel'Thalas, and my health does not permit me to continue fighting. However, I will entrust my sword to my fellow men, who will represent Quel'dorei in battle."

  Even Juggernaut chooses not to fight at this time, and no one will despise him.

In the battle with Hela just now, if he hadn't been performing magic rebounds and weakening Hela's shields and enchantments with shattering blows, one of the reckless warriors here would have been killed by Hela's death lightning and filth. Orbs were killed one by one.

   He has proven his strength, which even the arrogant Grom Hellscream cannot deny.

   Moreover, Salorian's spell-breaker combat technique is crushing when used against spellcasters, but it is very ineffective against warriors. It is also the wisdom of elves to make use of strengths and avoid weaknesses.

  After finishing speaking, Ser Dawnseeker pulled out the holy sword of Quel'Delar behind his back, waved it and threw it to Finna, then closed his eyes and said softly:

"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 Queldera cannot be cut off, and I have been choosing a successor for it. .

  The Prince's Attendant, Miss Lanna Sel, was proposed to take over my mantle, but now, I have a better candidate.

  Xiao Fenna, in fact, I wanted to be your swordsman teacher when you were young, but your mother always wanted you to inherit the magical power of the Jinjian family, so I could only give up.

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

   Fight her sister with Quel'Delar, Fina, let me see if the two holy swords will obey you.

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

   "This name is too grandiose, I don't like it, my nickname is Lagosh, 'Ghost Wolf' in Orc."

  Fina said something seriously, without hiding her voice, and let the orcs beside her all look at her, Grom bared his teeth even more displeased.

   Apparently, the title Fenna chose for herself offended their tradition.

   But the idiot warrior didn't care. When two dragon-forged blades from the same source were grasped by the same person, a gentle and tenacious power erupted from them.

  As Fina danced a two-handed sword combat technique, the humming resonance of the two sister swords also covered her with a layer of flexibility and beauty unique to elf warriors.

   "See? Grom!"

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

   "I'm going to chop your head off with them in a while!"

   "Who else is going to participate!"

  Grom ignored Fenna's childish provocation at all. He looked at the others and shouted:

   "You have proven your strength, and I am willing to admit that you are both quite capable fighters, but because of this, the anger in my heart is also rolling and rising.

   There should be a strongest!

  Come on, let's fight and prove our strength. Fireblade bastards, do you want to run away too? Havalor's legacy has withered to this point.

  Old Dahl is a hero, but unfortunately his son and daughter are not good enough, and now an exile and an exile must come to the fore for the Fire Blade!

   No one wants to fight for it anymore.

  I think the Blade Holy Land should be demolished and turned into a pigsty. "

  The Warsong Chief looked at the two silent Orc Swordmasters, and threw them out with a skillful taunt, causing Samuro to clasp the blazing blade in his hand.

   He looked at Lantresso, who was holding his arms and expressionless beside him.

He says:

   "Is the employment not over yet?"

  Lantreso shrugged and said:

   "Tell me, who do you want to cut?"

   "Play!"

  Samuro went to the platform with his sword in hand and said:

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

"Hahaha"

   Seeing the Fire Blade Juggernaut also enter the venue, Grom burst into laughter. He looked at Kane Bloodhoof who was talking to Ulan Gaoling, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

   he shouted:

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

   We would love to hack all the centaurs for free.

   As long as you have a fight with me!

   As long as you can win. "

   "No need to go, Kane!"

   Wulan immediately persuaded:

   "Blood Totem and we will all help your clan, the Lord of War will also bless your clan for your deeds, and the oath of help from the Eagle Claw Defenders is enough for a big victory.

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

   "No, Ulan, what you said makes sense."

  Kane shook his head and glanced at the shattered rune warspear in his hand. He reached out and took the Tauren halberd of Ulan Gaoling and waved it in his hand.

   Lao Niu blinked at his kin and said:

   "My duty as a chief has been fulfilled, now it's time to fulfill my fun as a warrior. I'm not fighting him for the sake of my clan.

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

   "Okay, then I have nothing to persuade."

   Wulan laughed, he understood Kane's implication.

  The opponent is rare.

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

   "Walok! How long are you going to hide?"

  Grom said with a sneer:

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

Is    afraid of death and not being faithful?

  You coward! "

"go!"

   Brocks, who was leaning against a stone pillar, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly to his silent brother:

   "Go beat that bastard! Beat it hard, don't be merciful!"

"Um."

   Varok Saurfang nodded, the Overseer stood up, glanced at the Night War Axe that had cut Hela's tentacles into the rolling blade in his hand, shook his head, and threw the thing aside.

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

The appearance of    made Grom's eyes widen, and then he burst into laughter. In the world of Draenor, the orcs have been debating which clan's relic is the strongest weapon.

   Gorehowl, Sank'su, Hand of Darkness, and Doomhammer are the four most topical "candidates".

   At the moment, except for Doomhammer, which is not on the scene, the other three holy relics are all in place.

very good!

  Then today, let's let the weapons of the warriors be divided.

   As Varok Saurfang strode into the Death Platform on the coast of the Underworld, the last participant in the brawl was in place.

  Odin, who was standing on the coast, had retrieved his lightning spear. He held up the thing that shone with thunder and lightning, and inspired his divine power to descend, and sprinkle it on these warriors like a blessing.

  Restores their stamina, restores their injuries and energy, and gives them a temporary boost.

   "Fight as much as you like at the end of hell!"

   Odin loudly declared:

   "In the realm of war, the fatal wounds of death will be teleported out of the platform, and the simplest victory or defeat standard is used when the warriors fight with each other!

  The last one standing is the winner!

   And only the winner is qualified to lift 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 around who had survived the brutal war suddenly roared, and the warriors on the platform also acted in unison.

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

   Even including the orcs, all the warriors smashed their weapons at the smelly Grom Hellscream. Hey, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, Hellscream must die!

   This guy is going to pay for his past madness and his bad breath!

"come!"

   Grom, who was targeted for a moment, was not afraid.

He waved the Gorehowl with one hand, and roared at the attacking crowd to launch a sword-blade storm that destroyed the world. The high-speed spinning Gorehowl collided with those equally powerful weapons in an instant, splashing piercing screams and dancing sparks. .

   The weaker warriors like Fina, Lord Crowley and Heya were repelled by the blade storm wrapped in anger at the moment of contact.

   But the others blocked the defense with their weapons, not taking a step back.

   Sword Saint Samuro, who was furious in his heart because Grom humiliated the Holy Land of the Sword of Havalo, even sent out three illusions **** for tat, and launched a quadruple blade storm in the opposite direction of Grom's rotation.

   With the sword saint's blade Sanksu in hand, the sword-blade storm of the genuine swordsman Samuro is obviously more threatening! After all, this fighting technique was first spread from the way of the Sword Saint.

  Storm to storm, blade to blade, after a few seconds of collision, Grom was forced to stop spinning, and in the high-speed rotation of the power illusion, the armor of the Warsong Chief was torn apart in an instant, and blood was flowing.

There is also the assassination master Lantresso, who cooperated perfectly with Samuro under the concealment of Wind Step. At the moment when Grom was repelled, the black sword appeared silently, and a break, jump and chop slashed fiercely. To Grom's back.

   was blocked again by Gorehowl's chains.

   But before Grom could catch his breath, Muradin, who was in the state of a god, slammed into him head-on. The little giant dwarf smashed Grom's heart with his head butt, causing the chief who hit him to suffer a sudden cardiac arrest.

   This **** dwarf must have done it on purpose!

   He's going to embarrass himself!

what!

   Damn!

   All be damned!

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

   But the gray figure rushing towards him threw him to the ground again, the werewolf-like Gene showed a cold smile, and the next moment, the fatal wolf kiss bit down.

  The sharp claws flew, bringing waves of shadows, like a file swept across the flesh, which made Grom's heart ache for a moment.

   "clang"

  Delin, who was about to join the siege, turned around and stabbed the shining Queldera away.

   He looked at his daughter, Fenna shrugged and said:

   "It doesn't seem like we're needed over there, so Dalene Proudmoore."

   Stupid warrior erected two swords and staggered in front of her. She looked at Dai Lin with a strange face full of fighting intent, and said:

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

  Although it is a pity, you may have to fail four times. "

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

  Dalin shook his head regretfully, he threw the sword in his hand, and said to Fina:

   "But you almost mean it, girl."

   (end of this chapter)