Remember [New] in a second! As early as more than 2 years ago, during the defense of Quel'Thalas, Sharlayan had met Lantresor face to face.

At that time, Sharlayan was just a rookie, and he was able to defeat and kill Jubisus when he was seriously injured.

Salayan, who relied on hard work to defeat the strong with the weak, left some impressions in Lantresor's heart. When we met again after more than 2 years, Lantresor was surprised to find that he could no longer see through him.

"Back off."

Lantresor, who was in a complicated mood, waved away the nearby ogres, strode up to Sharlayan, and subconsciously twisted the rosary on his chest and asked, "Long time no see, high elves, why did you appear in Germany?" Lano?"

Sharlayan spread his hands: "This matter is too long to talk about. Simply put, the Horde was defeated in Azeroth, and the Alliance counterattacked to Draenor, intending to regain the three artifacts stolen by Ner'zhul. "

Lantresor had already guessed that the tribe would be defeated. Given the endless internal strife within the tribe at that time, it would be a strange thing to win a united alliance.

"Ner'zhul? Three artifacts?"

Lantresor scratched his bald head suspiciously: "What does this have to do with Ner'zhul, hasn't he been ruined by Gul'dan long ago?"

Although the Warsong clan participated in the Horde's second invasion as the main force, their army did not start from Nagrand.

Long before the opening of the Dark Portal, when the tribes gathered, warriors of all tribes were called to station in Hellfire Citadel.

The news of the Warsong clan's dispatch from Hellfire Citadel did not reach Nagrand, and Lantresor knew nothing of it.

"You can go out of the mountain to find out the details."

Sharlayan pulled Quel Sela from his back and carried it on his shoulders: "The main purpose of my coming today is to fulfill a wish and get rid of a knot in my heart."

"I want to defeat the Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan with my own hands, and vent the suffocation that was suppressed and beaten by Samuro."

"Samuro?"

Lan Tresor raised his brows: "Is he still alive?"

Samuro and Lantresor are the only two Burning Blade masters who still retain a sense of honor. Due to the common topic, the relationship between the two is not bad.

Samuro is arguably Lantresor's only confidant in the orc tribe.

"Alive, but that guy is wandering around Azeroth, trying to refine his heart through traveling and find himself again."

"We can't find him to recover the original debt, so we can only vent our anger on you, the Fire Blade Master."

Sharlayan smiled jokingly at Lantresor: "Do you have any objections?"

"Hahaha!"

Lante Switzerland laughed heartily: "Someone is willing to admit that I am the sword master of the Burning Blade Clan. I am too happy."

"Besides, you came to the door openly and aboveboard. As the Fire Blade Swordmaster who values ​​glory, I, Lantreso Fire Blade, accept your challenge!"

Lantresso clasped his saber tightly in both hands and put on a posture, shouting excitedly on his face: "Come on! Let's fight!"

Ever since he gave up traveling with the Horde and fled back to Draenor, Lantresor hadn't experienced a close battle for a long time, so he could only train the ogres on a daily basis.

Sometimes he suspects that his sword is starting to rust and his fighting skills have deteriorated.

Although I don't know what Sharlayan's current strength is, but from the completely different condensed aura on him from two years ago, it can be judged that this former rookie is no longer what it used to be.

This one-on-one duel was less of a mak'gora contest for status and more of a sparring match between two competing warriors.

Valeera and Stellagosa voluntarily withdrew from the battle circle, giving up the stage to Salayan and Lantresor.

'Hawkeye! '

After entering the combat state, Sharlayan can unscrupulously release hostility and spy on Lantresor's data status.

Character: Lantresor Burning Blade

Race: Half-orc (Draenei hybrid)

State: Mildly excited, high fighting spirit

Combat Class: Level 53 Juggernaut (Special Class) (Legendary Template), Level 25 Warrior

Judging from the panel alone, Sharlayan is not Lantresor's opponent.

However, due to Sharlayan's further development of the dragon's blood, his regular strength increase has been further improved.

Although there is no guarantee that they will be able to overcome the gap between the elite and the legend, at least it will not easily become a one-sided battle.

"Windwalk."

After both sides were ready, Lantresor activated the Juggernaut's special skills without hesitation, and his figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

Sharlayan held the sword hilt tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, blocked his sense of smell and taste, and focused more on his sense of hearing and touch.

Windwalk can make the Juggernaut invisible for a short period of time, but they will still generate air surges when they move, and they will also make corresponding sounds when they step on the ground.

After all, Juggernaut is a special profession that tends to be a fighter, and is not as professional as a thief in stealth operations.

The sound of Lantresor's bare feet stepping on the ground was very slight, but Sharlayan strengthened the ability of his ears to capture by blocking the other three perceptions. He could hear Lantresor accelerating towards him step by step.

When the surge of air behind him suddenly became sharp, Sharlayan immediately opened his eyes, turned around 180 degrees with his left foot, and swung the great sword horizontally using centrifugal force to accelerate.

"clang!"

The downward-slashing saber collided head-on with the big sword, and the movements of both of them paused for a moment under the feedback of the opponent's attack force.

"good!"

Sensing the power coming from the great sword of Sharlayan, Lantresor became even more excited.

He had had enough of one-sided battles and longed for a fight to the death where he could do his best, even if it cost him his life.

This is the typical way of thinking of orcs. They think that it is an honor to die in battle, and it is shameful to die in bed.

Most elderly orcs who are dying will voluntarily leave their homeland, seeking a fight that will bring them relief.

"Suck~"

Sharlayan took a deep breath. Through his movements, Lantrisor guessed that the other party was going to shout a battle cry, but he didn't know which one it was.

‘Command roar? Battle cry? Or the roar of the dragon? '

Out of caution, Landresso, who is experienced in combat, kept a hand and did not take the initiative to attack.

"Roar!"

The plus version of the giant dragon's roar suddenly exploded, and Valeera and Stellagosa, who had expected it for a long time, skillfully blocked their ears in advance.

The onlookers were dizzy and their feet were weak from the roar of the giant dragon that was so close at hand.

Some of the ogres couldn't control their center of gravity, and sat on the ground in embarrassment.

Lantresor, who was facing the impact, also had his ears buzzing. He bit his lower lip hard, using the pain to force himself to regain his senses as soon as possible.

Sharlayan didn't give Lantreso a chance to adjust, he kicked his feet on the ground and launched a charge, rushed in front of Lantreso and held his great sword high.

Just when Sharlayan was about to pull Quelse down, Lantresor's body suddenly shook slightly like a graphic distortion.

'This is? '

Sarayando kept an eye out, and withdrew a little bit of strength when he slashed out the weapon.

Quel'sera hit Lantresor without any hindrance, but Sharlayan felt no feedback from the physical hit.

'Afterimage? '

A chill suddenly rose in his heart, Sharlayan's body moved faster than his brain, and he subconsciously rolled to the side to avoid it.

"Crack!"

The sharp saber scraped Sarlayan's fluttering long hair and cut into the ground, and the wind brought by the saber left a shallow wound on Sarlayan's side face.

Licking the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth, Sharlayan didn't dare to be careless, and erected the big sword in front of him to regain his posture.

After missing a hit, Lantresor said with emotion: "Compared to two years ago, you are a completely different person."

"I asked myself that I have worked hard enough, but the speed of improvement is completely heaven and earth compared with yours. How do you exercise?"

"Oh~"

Sharlayan responded with a chuckle: "If you have traveled half the world like me and experienced a lot of experiences that can change the future of the world, you will also make great progress."

"Haha! Unfortunately, that's not my way."

"Om~"

Lan Tresor raised his saber again: "This is the end of the trial, come on! In the second round, I'm going to get serious!"

"I wish I could!"

…

At the same time, the Wyrmrest Temple delegation headed by Krasus officially entered Draenor through the Dark Portal.

"No!"

One of the female dwarves carved in powder jade covered her nose in disgust: "What kind of smell is this? It's too pungent~lightnovelpub.net~ Another male dwarf with blue hair said seriously: "Evil!" Energy, high concentration of evil energy. "

The female night elf with waist-length hair frowned and asked, "Krassus, are you sure that the person who summoned us is trustworthy? This land...I don't feel any life."

A silver-haired male night elf beside Krasus smiled gently: "I believe Krasus, the person who summoned us can be said to be our savior, or the child of Inas, I don't think He would joke about it."

"Inas..."

The corner of the female night elf's mouth twitched: "What you say will only make me more uneasy... Forget it, let's trust you guys."

The male dwarf looked into the distance with his hands on his hips: "So, how do we find him?"

Krasus was the first to change back to the prototype of the dragon: "The rumors brought by Sare Antoronin mentioned that the ultimate goal of the Alliance Expeditionary Force is the Dark Temple in Shadowmoon Valley, and he will definitely go there to participate in the final battle .”

"Anyway, let's go to Honor Hold to ask for directions, and by the way, let's find out about the situation in this world."