At this time, the city lord appointed by Azshara, the great magister Elisande, quickly ordered his men to put out the fire, and sent the mages in the city to rebuild the defensive magic circle.

The masters in the city came out and killed enemies everywhere. Among them, the magic swordsman Aluriel can be said to be extremely dazzling. This female swordsman with both magic and martial arts rushed left and right, and several arcane clones cooperated with the main body Her figure is like the wind, and her sword strikes like lightning. Not to mention the **** Arakkoa, even the brave and skilled Auchidas have three people died under her sword.

After Sargeras came into contact with the night elves, the elves gave up their previous arcane magic and turned to learn the way of warlocks to draw power from demons.

The magic swordsman is unwilling to give up arcane art, so he can only find another way to mix arcane art into his martial arts.

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

The leader of the aldrachi, the legendary warrior Toranaar, flew to Suramar from another elven city.

"Good swordsmanship! But you are no match for me!" As a warrior who could go to the field with two moves from Sargeras himself, Tolanar had a very high vision, and even he gave enough respect to the magic swordsman.

"Then come and try!" The magic swordsman strengthened herself with arcane magic, and she transformed into several arcane clones, attacking Tolanar from four directions.

"Hehe, it's a trick to deceive children." Tolanar held the aldrachi warblade, and rushed towards the magic swordsman with a more swift posture.

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

The moves of the two were extremely fast. They jumped from the street to the top of the house, then hit the tower all the way, and landed together the next moment.

The aftermath of the attack was huge, and from time to time, the strength of the sword left scratches on the walls and the ground. The magic swordsman was unwilling to hurt civilians. Tolanar liked to fight 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 a magic swordsman!" Tyrande knew all the high-level people in Suramar, but it belonged to the level where she knew others and others didn't know her.

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

Although he was also trying to listen, there were shouts and killings all around, and the sound was too chaotic.

He couldn't help asking: "What's the situation? Who will win?"

Even if the entire city of Suramar is very indifferent to Illidan, he doesn't want his home to be breached by a group of "outsiders". No matter how bad he is now, at least he is still alive. If the city is breached, it will be hard to say .

He is very concerned about the outcome of the battle.

Tyrande also messed up miserably in this timeline. As a priest who can't resonate with Sargeras' fel power, she is no different from an apprentice now. She can't see the fast-moving battles in the distance Understand.

After talking for a long time, she didn't say anything good or bad.

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

Tolanar and the magic swordsman fought for more than fifty moves.

Since the night elves abandoned the way of the arcane, the magic swordsman and a small number of arcane users had to go underground.

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

The Magic Swordsman is a bit weaker than the original time and space, but following the Legion of Hope to collect "personnel" everywhere, he has learned a lot, broadened his horizons, and at the same time absorbed the essence of martial arts from various races, Toranaer is slightly stronger than he used to be a little bit.

Of course, this kind of strength is useless to the Titan. It's useless to punch 9999, no matter how good the martial arts is.

But this kind of progress is fatal to the magic swordsman.

The aldrachi did not have the habit of keeping their hands in battle. The war blade in Tolanar's hand flew up and down, and he kicked the magic swordsman staggeringly with a heavy kick. Then he raised the war blade high and chopped it off The opponent's long sword then sliced ​​across the wrist, and cut the magic swordsman's neck cleanly.

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

"Huh?" He looked at Tyrande and Illidan who were not far away and tried to avoid it, but there was no way to hide.

Machismo made Illidan stand in front of Tyrande, and both of them trembled a little.

Tolanar raised his sword flatly, and he was ready to let the opponent attack first.

But then something was wrong.

"A born blind person?" Tolanar couldn't help being surprised.

Eredars and Aldrachis 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 observation, the night elves should also be such a race, otherwise it wouldn't be worth attacking so much.

The truth is about the same, Toranaar looked left and right.

The physical conditions of the night elf civilians were all presented in front of them, and those with disabilities were really the ones in front of them.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the weak. Then, the Aldrachi just need to fight, we don't need any hope, but I think you need this." Illidan must not understand what he said, but he flipped a golden coin, On the front of the coin is a giant golden eagle, and on the back is a rising sun surrounded by mountains.

Illidan caught the coin in a mysterious way~lightnovelpub.net~ Tyrande wanted to wink at him, meaning that it was better not to take such an unknown thing, but then he realized that his companion was blind, and the wink was in vain.

"You have the aptitude to be an excellent fighter. When your eyes are back to normal, I will come to take your life again!" Tolanar screamed, and the mount immediately came to pick him up, and took him to another battlefield.

"What did he say? What was his expression?" Both Illidan and Tyrande couldn't understand Toranaar's language, but Tyrande described the other's expression, and Illidan roughly understood it even with a guess. Thirty to forty percent.

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

If the other party kills him now, it will be a breeze, but for this so-called fair duel, he must pull up his own strength. What is the mystery of the gold coin he gave?

 …

It is hoped that the first wave of the Legion's offensive was not strong, at best it was a test. Half a day later, the soldiers of the allied races, the arakkoa and the Okidar retreated one after another, and the Eredar commander parked the war fortress on the track of Azeroth On the surface, for the intelligent life in Azeroth, it seems that there is an extra sun in the sky.