New Order of Azeroth

At this time, the city lord appointed by Azshara, Grand Mage Elisande, quickly ordered his men to put out the fire and sent the city's mages to re-build a defensive magic circle.

The masters in the city all went out to kill enemies everywhere. Among them, the magic swordsman Aluriel was the most dazzling. This female swordsman with both magic and martial arts rushed left and right to kill. Several arcane copies cooperated with the original body. With her actions, her figure was like the wind, and her sword was like lightning. Not to mention the thick-blooded Crow people, even the brave and skilled Ochida people had three people die under her sword.

After Sargeras came into contact with the night elves, the elves all gave up their previous arcane magic and instead learned the way of the sorcerers, who draw power from demons.

The magic swordsman was unwilling to give up arcane magic, so he could only find another way to incorporate arcane magic into his martial arts.

This sharp female swordsman immediately attracted the attention of the Legion of Hope.

The leader of the Aldazi, the legendary warrior Toranar, flew to Suramar from another elven city.

"Excellent swordsmanship! But you are no match for me!" As a warrior who could even attack Sargeras in person, Toranaar had a very high vision, and even he gave the magic swordsman enough respect.

"Then come here and give it a try!" The Demon Swordsman used arcane magic to strengthen herself. She transformed into several arcane copies, attacking Toranal from four directions, front, back, left, and right.

"Haha, you're just kidding." Toranaar held the Audachi War Blade and rushed towards the Demon Swordsman with even greater speed.

His face was navy blue, his upper body was bare, and there were complicated-looking magic patterns on his neck, shoulders, and ribs. The war blade in his hand killed a clone of the magic swordsman with just one move.

Both of them were very fast in their moves. They jumped from the street to the top of the house, then all the way up the tower, and landed together the next moment.

The aftermath of the attack was huge. From time to time, the sword force left scratches on the walls and the ground. The magic swordsman was unwilling to harm civilians. Toranal liked fighting but would not kill ordinary people. Their battlefield was slowly approaching. On the edge of the city, approach Illidan and Tyrande hiding in the dark.

"It's the Magic Swordsman!" Tyrande knew all the senior officials in Suramar, but it was at a level where she knew others but others didn't know her.

At this time, Illidan was just a civilian, and no one was willing to teach him extraordinary power.

Although he was trying hard to listen, there were shouts of killing all around him, and the sound was too chaotic.

He couldn't help but ask: "How is the situation? Who will win?"

Even if the entire city of Suramar is indifferent to Illidan, he does not want his home to be invaded by a group of 'extraterrestrial visitors'. No matter how bad his life is now, at least he is still alive. If the city is invaded, it will be difficult to say .

He was quite concerned about the outcome of the battle.

Tyrande is also having a miserable time in this timeline. As a priest who cannot resonate with the evil power of Sargeras, she is no different from an apprentice now. She cannot watch the fast-moving battles in the distance. Understand.

After muttering for a long time, she didn't say anything.

But soon she won't need to think about winning or losing.

Toranal and the Demon Swordsman fought over fifty moves.

Since the night elves abandoned the arcane ways, the magic swordsmen and a few arcane users had to go underground.

Magic is the same as science. It cannot be done behind closed doors. It requires communication and a large number of practitioners. However, today's night elves are all warlocks and there is no condition for communication at all.

The Demon Swordsman is a bit weaker than in the original time and space, but following the Legion of Hope to collect 'personnel' from everywhere, he has gained a lot of knowledge, broadened his horizons, and absorbed the essence of martial arts from all races. Toranal is slightly stronger than he used to be. A little bit.

Of course, this kind of strength is useless against Titan. One punch can kill 9999, no matter how well you practice martial arts, it's useless.

However, this kind of progress is very fatal to the magic swordsman.

The Aldaqi people do not have the habit of holding back their hands in battle. The war blade in Toranaar's hand flew up and down, and he kicked the magic swordsman staggering with a powerful and heavy kick. Then he raised the war blade high and cut it off with a powerful sword like wind and thunder. The opponent's long sword then cut across the wrist, severing the demon swordsman's neck cleanly.

After thinking about it, Toranaar drew an extra stroke on the magic pattern under his ribs with the opponent's blood. This meant that he had defeated another opponent, but this opponent was not too strong and could not be recorded in his heart. and other important locations.

"Huh?" He looked at Tyrande and Illidan who were not far away and tried to hide, but couldn't hide.

The idea of ​​masculinity made Illidan stand in front of Tyrande, and both of their bodies were trembling a little.

Toranaar raised his war blade levelly, preparing to let the opponent attack first.

But then I realized something was wrong.

"A man born blind?" Toranaar couldn't help being surprised.

The Eredar and Aldaki are races with very strong genes. It is true that their fertility is low, but almost none of them are born with disabilities.

According to his observations, the night elves should also be such a race, otherwise it would not be worth attacking with such fanfare.

The truth was almost the same. Toranaar looked to the left and right.

The physical conditions of the night elf civilians are all displayed before their eyes. Those with disabilities are really just like this.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in weaklings. Then, the Aldaki only need to fight. We don't need any hope, but I think you need this." Illidan certainly didn't understand what he said, but he tossed a golden coin. The obverse of the coin is a golden eagle, and the reverse is a rising sun surrounded by mountains.

Illidan caught the coin by mistake, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Tyrande wanted to give him a wink, saying that it was best not to ask for something of such unknown origin, but then he remembered that his companion was blind, so the wink was in vain.

"You have the qualifications to become an excellent warrior. When your eyes return to normal, I will come again to take your life!" Toranaar screamed, and his mount immediately came to pick him up and took him to another battlefield.

"What did he say? What was his expression?" Neither Illidan nor Tyrande could understand Toranaar's language, but Tyrande described the other person's expression, and Illidan roughly understood it without even guessing. Thirty to four percent.

He held the gold coin tightly, and thoughts quickly emerged in his mind.

If the other party were to kill him now, it would be really easy, but for this so-called fair duel, he must pull up his own strength. What is the mystery of the gold coin he gave?

...

The first wave of the Legion of Hope's offensive was not strong. It was a test at most. After half a day, the soldiers of the allied races, the arakkoa, and the Ochida people retreated one after another. The eredar commander parked the war fortress in the orbit of Azeroth. To the intelligent life in Azeroth, it is like there is an extra sun in the sky.