Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This sword of yours is Quel'Sera?"

In front of Fenna, Sir Salorian, who had a sallow complexion and had just taken the elf secret medicine, raised the elf holy sword in Fenna's hand in front of her eyes with an appreciative gesture.

While looking at the holy sword in front of him that was very similar to Quel'Delar, he asked:

"Where did you find it?"

When Fenna saw the Elf Sword Master saying Quel'Sera's name, she knew that Sir Salorian knew the story of the two Elf Holy Swords very well.

This was beyond her expectation.

She didn't hide anything, telling the story of how she robbed the broken blade from the Son of the Night's treasure ship, and then found the dwarves to rebuild the holy sword.

Finna feels an affinity for Ser Salorian.

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

In other words, the elegant elf swordmaster in front of him almost became Fenna's Didi.

Moreover, Fenna was bullied by some bad elf children when she was a child, and he would often come to visit her at home. At that time, Fenna would wonder, is Sir Salorian, who taught her swordsmanship, her biological father?

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

In short, in the heart of the idiot warrior, Jazz is an elder worthy of respect. The fact that she is the first to come to see the Morning Seeker when something happens shows the status of this sword master in her heart.

After finishing her story with Quel'Sera, Fenna asked in a low voice:

"But Sir Salorian, since you have always known that Quel'Delar has a sister sword, during the thousand years you have been in charge of the holy sword, why didn't you look for it?

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

They have always been very capable in sneaking around. "

"It's not that easy to find, kid."

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

"I have actually always known that its last whereabouts were in the city of Elre'Thalas, but that city of Sindra elves is far away on the continent of Kalimdor, and it is still deep in the country of Kaldorei.

Our relationship with the Kaldorei has given me no hope.

But fate brought me to meet it at this moment.

And it's in your hands.

Destiny is so unpredictable and yet so heart-warming. "

Lord Morning Seeker chuckled lightly, 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 honorably, coughed and collected the fragments of the death mark at his feet that belonged to Hela after his defeat, and said:

"I have fought for the glory of Quel'Thalas, and my physical condition does not allow me to continue fighting. However, I will entrust my sword to my compatriot, who will fight on behalf of the Quel'dorei."

No one would despise the Elf Sword Master if he chose not to fight at this time.

In the battle with Hela just now, if he hadn't been rebounding magic and using spell-breaking strikes to weaken Hela's shields and barriers, every one of the reckless warriors here would have been killed by Hela's death lightning and filth. The orbs were killed one after another.

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

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

After finishing speaking, Sir Morningseeker took out the Holy Sword of Quel'Delar from his back, waved it and threw it to Fenna, then closed his eyes and whispered softly:

"I am older than your mother. From an elf perspective, I have passed the peak of my combat power and am about to enter my twilight years. But the inheritance of Quel'Delar cannot be cut off, and I have been selecting a successor for it. .

His Royal Highness's equerry, Lady Lannathel, was proposed to take over my mantle, but now, I have a better choice.

Little Fenna, actually 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.

But, as I said, fate is not harsh on those it favors.

Fight with Quel'Delar and its sisters, Finna, and let me see if the two holy swords are willing to obey you.

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

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

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

Apparently, Fenner's choice of title offended their traditions.

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

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

"See? Grom!"

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

"I'm going to chop your head off with them soon!"

"Who else wants to participate!"

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

"You have proven your strength, and I am willing to admit that you are all quite powerful warriors, but because of this, the anger in my heart is also boiling.

There should be a strong one!

Come on, let's fight to prove our strength. You bastards of the Burning Blade, do you want to escape too? Havalo's legacy has withered so far.

Old Dahl is a heroic man, but it's a pity that his son and daughter can't live up to his expectations. Now he has to have an exile and an outcast to stand up for the Burning Blade!

No one wants to fight for it anymore.

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

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

He looked at Lantrisso, who was standing next to him with his arms folded and his face expressionless.

He said:

"The employment isn't over yet, is it?"

Lantrexo shrugged and said:

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

"Come on!"

Samuro walked to the platform holding his sword upside down and said:

"It doesn't matter to others. Find Grom and give me a hard chop!"

"Hahaha"

Seeing the Burning Blade Sword Master also enter the scene, Grom burst into laughter. He then looked at Cain Bloodhoof who was talking to Ulan Gaoling, and a light appeared in his eyes.

He shouted:

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

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

As long as you have a fight with me!

As long as you can win. "

"No need to go, Kane!"

Ulan immediately persuaded:

"The Blood Totem and we will help your clan, the King of War will also bless your clan for your achievements, and the Eagle Talon Guardians will swear to help. This is enough to achieve a great victory.

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

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

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

Lao Niu blinked at his own kind and said:

"My duties as a chief have been fulfilled, and now it's time to satisfy my joy as a warrior. I'm not fighting him for the sake of my tribe.

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

"Okay, then I have nothing more to say."

Wu Lan laughed, and he understood the implication of Kane's words.

Opponents are rare.

Especially for a warrior like Lao Niu who is good at killing with one strike, it is a blessing to have a well-matched opponent and have a hearty battle.

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

Grom sneered and said:

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

Is it because you are afraid of death and dare not be loyal?

You coward! "

"go!"

Brooks, 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 him hard and show no mercy!"

"Um."

Varok Saurfang nodded. The warlord stood up, glanced at the night battle ax in his hand that had cut Hela's tentacles to the curled blade, shook his head, and threw the thing aside.

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

The appearance of this thing made Grom's eyes widen, and then he laughed wildly. In the world of Draenor, the orcs have been arguing about which clan's relic is the most powerful weapon.

Gorehowl, Sanxu, Hand of Darkness, and Doomhammer are the four most topical "candidates."

At present, except for the Doomhammer, who is not present, the other three holy objects are all present.

very good!

Then today, let’s let the warriors’ weapons determine the outcome.

As Varok Saurfang also strode into the Death Platform on the shores of the Underworld, the last participant in the Brawl took his place.

Odin, who was standing on the coast, had already retrieved his Lightning Spear. He held it high and flashed the thunderous light, causing his divine power to descend and sprinkle it on these warriors like a blessing.

It allowed them to regain their physical strength, recover their injuries and energy, and also gave them a temporary enhancement.

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

Odin loudly declared:

"In this realm of war, fatal injuries from death will be teleported out of the platform, using the simplest criterion of victory and defeat when warriors fight with each other!

The one standing at the end 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! "

Odin's sound like a starting gun sounded, and the few surrounding heroes who survived the cruel war roared, and the warriors on the platform also acted together.

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

Even the orcs, all the warriors smashed their weapons at the foul-mouthed Grom Hellscream. Hey, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose in the brawl, Hellscream must die!

This guy has to pay for his past madness and his bad mouth!

"come!"

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

He waved the Blood Roar with one hand and roared at the people who were attacking, launching a sword storm that destroyed the world. The high-speed rotating Blood Roar collided with those equally powerful weapons in an instant, causing ear-piercing screams and dancing sparks. .

Slightly weaker warriors like Fenna, Lord Crowley and Heya were repelled by the storm of angry blades at the moment of contact.

But others used their weapons to block and defend without taking a step back.

The Sword Master Samuro, who was angry because Grom humiliated the Havalor Sword Master Holy Land, even sent out three illusions tit for tat, and launched a quadruple blade storm in the opposite direction of Grom's rotation.

With the Sword Master's Blade Sankesu in hand, the blade storm of the genuine Sword Master Samuro is obviously more threatening! After all, this kind of fighting technique was first spread 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 illusion of power, the armor on the Warsong Chief was torn apart in an instant, and blood flowed freely.

There is also the master of assassination Lantriso, who cooperated perfectly with Samuro under the concealment of Wind Step. The moment Grom was repelled, the black sword appeared silently and slashed hard with a breaking and jumping chop. Toward Grom's back.

He was blocked by Blood Roar's chain again with great difficulty.

But before Grom could take a breath, Muradin, who was in the state of a god, slammed into him. The little giant-like dwarf hit Grom in the heart with his head, causing the chief to suffer cardiac arrest for a moment.

This bastard dwarf must have done it on purpose!

He's going to make a fool of himself!

ah!

Damn it!

All deserve to die!

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

But the gray figure that rushed towards him threw him to the ground again. The werewolf Jean showed a cold smile, and in the next moment, the fatal wolf kiss bit down.

The sharp claws flew, causing waves of shadow, like a file sweeping through flesh and blood, causing Grom to feel heartbroken for a moment.

"clang"

Dai Lin, who was about to join the siege, turned around and struck the shining Quel'dra away.

He looked at his daughter. Fenner shrugged and said:

"It seems we are no longer needed over there, so Daelin Proudmoore."

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

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

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

"Alas, if you don't learn from a good person, your optics will be bad."

Dai Lin shook his head regretfully, shook the sword in his hand, and said to Fenna:

"But you're not even close to that, girl."