World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Lantrexo narrowed his eyes slightly, "Wind Step?"

He cautiously looked around at locations where Dar might suddenly appear and launch an attack.

Although he has been expelled from the clan, he has not forgotten the sword master's attack method at all.

Just less than a breath of time.

Dar's figure quickly flashed to Lantriso's side. In the blind spot of his vision, his figure instantly appeared. The long sword in his hand ignited with fire. He swung it down with all his strength and faced Lantriso fiercely. The head was chopped off diagonally.

"Burning Blade."

He didn't say it out loud, but some Juggernaut apprentices recognized this move. Like Wind Step, Burning Blade was also the Juggernaut's specialty, and even their clan's name benefited from it.

Although all tribesmen who have become sword masters are qualified to learn this move, how can those ordinary people compare with Dar's Triple Blood Blade?

Not to mention that this is an attack from three directions. Yes, just like his body, the same is true for those mirror-image blades. They are distributed in different directions, surrounding Lantreso from three sides, trying to make it unable to parry. , no consideration should be given to both the beginning and the end.

A gust of hot wind that followed the blade blew up the battle flag behind Lantrexo. The hot air made him feel Dar's attack. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his slightly narrowed eyes stared at the getting closer and closer. Blade.

Just when these three attacks were about to hit him, Lantriso moved without haste. As a sword master, he naturally reacted extremely quickly, causing this scene that should have been both dangerous and dangerous to him. It seems so natural.

Like Dahl, Lantrexo also used Wind Step.

In a blink of an eye, no more, no less, he just avoided Dar's attack and appeared outside the siege.

"You said I'm not worthy of understanding the subtleties of the Fire Blade Swordsmanship?" The smile on Lantrexo's face grew stronger.

Uh-huh!

With one strike of the sword, one of them, Dar, was dispersed by the attack without saying a word.

Dahl was too old after all. He didn't take any action until the mirror image died, and struck Lantreso with a backhand sword.

With his body slightly to one side, Lantrexo's strong body was like a flexible snake, dodging Dar's slash and casually scratching his neck with his own sword blade.

Fortunately, Dahl reacted quickly and switched positions between his body and the mirror image, so that what should have been a fatal blow only killed one of his fake bodies.

In just a few breaths, none of the three original mirror images were left.

There was some anger in Dar's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

He aroused the power deep in his heart, and another mirror image was born, and this time there were many more than the last time.

How terrifying is the scene of dozens of sword masters standing together?

Even if they knew that he was a mirror image, it still shocked the bystanders. Looking at these Dahls, the onlookers looked surprised.

It had been a long time since the Burning Blade Orcs had seen their chief take action, and this kind of big scene where dozens of mirror images appeared together was unprecedented.

"A lot of people?" Lantrexo said without any sarcasm, "Then let's look at the quality or the quantity!"

"Mirror image." He uttered a word, and several more mirror images appeared on the field instantly. Three Lantrexos stood back to back, grinning.

Dar said harshly: "Zombie, you will never feel the true power of our bloodline, you... half-orc."

Immediately, a series of roars came out. The mirror images' eyes were red, as if the shaman had released the bloodthirsty spell. They roared and rushed towards Lantreso one after another.

Bloody fury is the power hidden deep in the hearts of orcs. It makes orcs become brutal and brutal, and it also makes them fearless of death.

Generally speaking, sword masters will not activate this power, which will make them lose their rationality.

In the eyes of others, this was a move that Dar could not care about so much and made in order to defeat Lantreso with absolute power and ensure his absolute power as the chief and his unshakable status.

But Lantrexo always felt something was wrong, and this emotion reached its peak after he killed several mirror images in a row.

Suddenly, the breeze blew through his hair, and a flash of sword light flashed. He understood that this was the real Dahl. The previous crazy performance was just to paralyze him. The real Dahl had already been hiding in the dark, ready to attack at any time. A fatal blow.

Fortunately, Lantrexo's vigilance saved his life. With a clang, the two swords struck each other. After successfully blocking, Lantrexo swung the knife and stabbed him in the abdomen.

Crimson blood slowly flowed out from it, which confirmed that Lantrexo was indeed his true form.

Just as he was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, another mirror image came to interfere. He had no choice but to watch as Darl used the Wind Step to distance himself.

When the onlookers saw the drama-like transformation of the plot before and after, they didn't dare to express too much atmosphere. They wished they could keep their eyes on the two of them, for fear of missing a moment.

"It's over." Lantrexo killed all the mirror images, and he slowly walked towards the open space where Dar was lying.

To the onlookers, those footsteps were like the death knell, slowly ringing as time went by.

His descendants even roared and wanted to step forward to rescue Dar, but were stopped by other orcs.

Daruk frowned, his face was gloomy, and he looked very unhappy, "How can the sacred Makgora allow others to interfere! You also want to go against the tradition?"

Because he has been living with wild beasts all year round, Daruk also has the same intimidating power as a ferocious beast in front of these orcs.

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Their faces were full of hatred, "That's our grandfather, our chief!"

"No matter who he is!" Daruk was too lazy to argue with these boys. He waved his hand and ordered a few soldiers to step forward and control him. He still wanted to pay attention to Makgora's next development.

"Now, have you seen my swordsmanship?" Lantrexo laughed proudly. This was the joy of avenging shame, the joy of victory in battle, and his hatred of his exile.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a sword, and Lantrexo raised the blade, preparing to give him a good blow.

Unexpectedly, Darl also smiled this time, "You are brave for nothing."

"But he doesn't know strategy."

The sound came from behind, and a sword blade quickly pierced his body. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the sword would have pierced his heart.

"You are just a bastard after all, not a real sword master." Darr looked proud. Seeing that Lantrexo was successfully attacked by him, his hard work was finally not in vain.

That's right, in fact, when he summoned the mirror just now, he had a plan in mind. He pretended to fail in the sneak attack on Lantrexo and was deliberately stabbed. Then he used the mirror to temporarily divert his attention, while he used the mirror to pretend that he was unable to fight. hiding aside.

In fact, the real body has long been hidden in the dark using the Wind Step.

If there is even one mistake in this, he will die without a burial place.

Fortunately, he made the right bet and everything worked out.

Lantrexo did not realize that the injured Juggernaut had been replaced by a mirror image. Lantrexo's failure to kill him gave him a chance to take danger.

"It's really... insidious."

At this moment, even the Burning Blade Orcs who were most loyal to the chief couldn't help but have this idea in their minds, and they agreed more and more.

You must know that they are orcs, and they advocate glorious battles, especially the sacred duel of Makgora.

But their chief actually used the despicable method of sneak attack.

It can be expected that even if Dar wins, his prestige among the orcs will be ruined.

Diplomatic prestige -1.

At this moment, the power of the flames was concentrated on the sword blade. It was expected that Lantrexo would not be able to escape death even if he was extremely capable.

"You are indeed still a despicable person." Lantrexo gritted his teeth. After all, he had fallen into this old guy's trap.

At this time, Dahl also knew that he couldn't pop the champagne in the middle of the game and had to solve the problem quickly to avoid the comedy of long nights and dreams, where the villain dies from talking too much.

"This is how the sword master survives, and this is my glory."

As he said this, Darl's hand did not stop, activating the flames. The violent energy burned Lantrexo's flesh and blood, and even a smell of paste came from his body.

"The dead don't deserve glory, living is everything." Dahl looked at Lantrexo, who was almost considered to have lost his fighting ability, and sneered.

He quickly drew his blade and prepared to behead him.

"But what I carry out is the glory of the Burning Blade clan and the glory of the orcs." Lantrexo roared, "lok-tar!"

He took advantage of the fact that the sword blade had just left his body, and used all his strength to swing out a steel whirlwind.

This shocked Dar, "How is that possible? Why aren't you dead?"

In an instant, a strong wind blew up in the cave, and the originally harmonious breeze turned into a sharp blade. Lantrexo quickly waved his long sword in the cave, and his attacks were dazzling. The highest performance of the fire blade swordsmanship appeared here. , he seemed to be an artist, splashing paint freely in the cave to draw bright blood flowers.

"You are cunning, but you don't know strength." He murmured to himself.

After the storm recedes.

Lantrisso cut off the head that was no longer human and raised it high. Regardless of his own injuries, he shouted at the onlookers: "I, Lantrisso. Fire Blade, defeated through Maggora With Dar, with his head I declare that I will be the new chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan!"

He glanced at the Burning Blade Orcs and saw that they all lowered their heads, and couldn't help but look satisfied.

He turned his attention to the Warsong orcs again, "At the same time, I declare that from now on, we will advance and retreat together with the Warsong clan. The two families will become one, and we will rule Nagrand together! Any orcs who oppose me can challenge me. !”

challenge?

Ever since Lantrexo showed his strength, who dares to challenge?

What's more, the Warsong Orcs are still here.

Take advantage of the serious injury challenge, it is not worthy of the honor.

Come back in your heyday, without ability.

Show your dissatisfaction with the war song, it's too late to die.

This is very embarrassing.

Seeing that no one objected, Lantrexo coughed a few times, and then laughed loudly, "I completed the agreement, I fulfilled the promise, blood and thunder... roared."

Before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground, which frightened Daruk greatly.

"Go to the shaman and healer!"