The moment a farmer who has been working all year round grabs his sword out of anger, he can be called a warrior.
And a young man who has received fighting training since childhood and has the fighting instinct engraved in his bones can also be called a warrior.
The difference between this profession and other professions is that anyone who dares to fight can be called a warrior, but warriors are also the most polarizing category among all professions.
Weak warriors can't even tap into the potential within their bodies. They can't even defeat a murloc or jackal.
A powerful warrior can not only discover his own potential and temper his body, but he can even turn his anger into the source of his own power. This seemingly invisible power is real, and once he masters the power of anger, he can
, which means that the warrior will be completely reborn. With the blessing of high-level combat skills and the training of endless battles, he will eventually reach the terrifying state of endless anger and endless fighting.
As for those top warriors...such as the former Saurfang, and Emperor Lothar, these warriors have turned fighting into an art. Even though Lord Tyrion of the Dark Blade is invincible, he is still defeated by Lothar.
The decisive blow broke through the defense, and even Saurfang, who became a death knight, still has the shadow of a warrior in his fighting style. His famous death beheading can even be easily done in one blow.
to kill a young dragon.
There are endless descriptions of the characteristics of the warrior profession, but this profession, which has appeared since the birth of history, is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface... Some people even suspect that the way of a warrior is
The only terrifying power among all powers that has no upper limit to its destructive power...
In short, tonight, in the abandoned dock on the edge of Redridge Mountain, the Imperial agents who had reached a dead end, because of the sudden appearance of a mysterious high-level warrior, they survived again.
hope.
In the howling and icy night wind, the mysterious warrior holding a tower shield in one hand and a sword in the other slightly bent his legs. Huge power surged in his legs, causing him to rush into the sky like a cannonball, and then like a shooting star.
Likewise, it hit the battlefield where Jolaqi and Shadow were fighting, and with a roar like a meteor falling to the ground, the battle between the two assassin masters was abruptly interrupted.
The two people were hit in different directions by flying stones and soil. Under this moonlit night, the three people seemed to stand in a straight line. The surrounding battlefield had become a mess under the raging power of the three people, and the shadows
His windbreaker was also cut into a shape like rag strips, and Qiao Laqi was even worse. Half of his neatly combed hair was cut off by the rapier.
"Who are you! Warrior..."
Shadow looked warily at the warrior in front of her who was wearing black armor, a black helmet, and holding a sword and a tower shield. This should be a human being, but such a high-level warrior, as a high-level agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, she had never
Seen it, never even heard it.
"You should not interfere in the affairs of the Dark Blade and the Empire..."
Faced with the threat of the shadow, the warrior slammed the tower shield in his hand on the ground, and then slapped the shield with the sword of the other hand. The low sound made the shadow change his face... This posture is the most iconic on the battlefield.
A method used by soldiers to provoke opponents, and some gladiators also used this method.
In the current situation, the meaning of this action is no longer concealed.
"Walk!"
An obscure old man's voice came from under the helmet. Jorah, who was about to come up to help, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the soldier's lonely back under the moonlight. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran in a shadow.
Towards the group of great craftsmen on the bay.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
The shadow made a gesture, and then jumped into the shadow, trying to block the footsteps of these escapees, but the next moment, a strong threat came to mind, she immediately interrupted the connection with the shadow, and the next moment, the arrogant black tower
The shield was smashed on the head.
"Bang"
The figure of the shadow staggered back several steps. She gritted her teeth and looked at the black-helmeted warrior in front of her who was blocking the way to the bay. This was a powerful enemy... and now, she had no time to fight with him anymore.
Fight.
"Mekkatorque cannot be allowed to return to the Empire! Kill them!"
The cold voice of the shadow sounded in the spiritual link. At the same time, on the ridge above the battlefield, several hidden agents stood up. In the darkness, they carried something heavy, like a cannon barrel, on their shoulders.
Even in the eyes of those crazy researchers in the Black Iron Zone, this thing is considered a dangerous item. If it weren't for the importance of this operation, Shadow would not have taken out this unfinished test item.
After taking slight aim, five engineering missiles filled with deadly explosives roared out of the gun barrel, pulling out a silver light in the dark night. Finally, under the gaze of the entire battlefield, they accurately hit the fleeing group.
behind the person, and then...
"Boom!"
At this moment, the flames of destruction... rose into the sky.
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The Jingtooth City looked particularly desolate under the night. Three months ago, this port city built in the barren land by the Hotsand Consortium at great cost was destroyed by a group of fierce armed thugs in the darkness.
It was ignited, and the entire dock was directly blown up by high explosives. More than 200 goblins and pirates died in the midnight explosion.
The murderers seemed to be just venting their anger rather than destroying the city in a planned way. After blowing up the port, they left in a small boat prepared in advance.
This method is very similar to the work of the madmen of the venture capital company, which is notorious in the goblin business circle, but even the venture capital company has no reason to destroy Jingtooth City. They also have to replenish supplies in this city.
As a result, this matter has become an unsolved case. Some people say that it is because the Hot Sand Consortium shamelessly plagiarized other people's research results, which attracted the revenge of scientists from the Black Iron Zone on another continent.
But this reason is obviously not valid. After all, this is not the first time that the Steamwheedle Consortium has been so shameless, and what happened with the goblins... can it be called plagiarism?
Although the murderer has not been found, and although the danger has not passed, the Hot Sand Consortium is not willing to give up this city. After all, with the commercial exchanges between the two continents, this city alone can provide the consortium with huge profits every year.
, so in the past three months, the goblins have been repairing the city's pier. They seem to be planning to take this opportunity to rebuild a larger pier, and now, this work is nearing completion.
But tonight, those goblins who were working overtime crazily to earn gold coins did not show up at the construction site, because messengers from the empire had notified these businessmen in advance that tonight, they would commandeer the unfinished dock.
"Buzz"
The blue light flashed away like lightning. When the space door was briefly opened, a few unlucky guys whose whole bodies were set on fire smashed into the open space where the goblins were storing supplies from mid-air. This movement immediately caused a stir.
After catching the attention of the imperial soldiers patrolling around them, in just ten minutes, these guys who had narrowly escaped death were sent to the hotel in Jingtooth City.
"Save them quickly! Please!"
Mekkatorque, the great craftsman with a gray face, grabbed his suitcase with one hand and pleaded to the priests. On the bed in front of him, the last few assassin masters, plus Jorazi, were lying there.
At the moment of the previous big explosion, they opened the portal. Several master assassins protected the great craftsmen in their arms, allowing the dwarfs to escape the disaster. However, three of them had been completely wiped out of existence by the explosion, and the remaining
Although these few below tried their best to mobilize the power of shadow to protect themselves, the final result was that everyone was injured.
But at least, they are back... The two assassin teams, one bright and one dark, paid the price of almost total destruction, but they finally achieved their goal. The great craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque, who was extremely important to the development of the empire,
In the end, he was safely returned to the empire.
But...that doesn't mean it's over...
King of Lordaeron, young Arthas Menethil was not wearing the king's armor. In fact, he only wore a gray hood, letting the long hood wrap around his body. Behind his back, he carried a simple
The plain long sword, like the most ordinary sharp blade, is mounted in a scabbard made of wood and leather on the back.
Beside him, Archmage Jaina Proudmoore holds the staff of ice, and the thick cold magic power of her body is floating in the darkness. In front of them, is the front end of the Jettooth City dock, floating in the darkness in front of them.
It's an endless sea of ice.
The two of them stood there quietly, letting the wind blow the corners of their clothes, as if they were waiting for something, waiting for the guests who might appear at any time from the darkness of this lightless sea.
"Wow"
After a certain breath, the calm sea suddenly rolled up into angry waves, and the night sky above their heads was also shrouded in heavy clouds. Amidst the dark lightning and thunder, a huge, rapidly rotating thing appeared on the sea in front of them.
A large whirlpool, hundreds of tons of seawater was turned up from below, and crazy waves lapped at the coast. The scene was extremely horrifying.
"Boom, boom"
Just like the sound of a giant beast swallowing water, like the most terrifying nightmare appearing, in a desolate song, a huge warship like a dark hill slowly rose from under the sea, the cold water
Flowing down from the deck, it was like a heavy rain beating on the sea. In the midst of the fierce sound collision, under the bow image decorated with dark demons, there was a man wearing a black captain's uniform and carrying a black captain.
The indifferent man in the hat is standing there.
He looked down from the side of the ship, which was dozens of meters high, with an expression like a god who despised mortals.
Cold...heartless.
"Arthas Menethil..."
"Jaina Proudmoore..."
Dai Lin put his hand on the golden sword hilt at his waist, his ice-blue eyes showed no fluctuation, and his cold voice echoed on this dead coast:
"Now, hand over Gelbin Mekkatorque... I will only say this once!"
The eyes of the three people collided in the dark night. The sea breeze suddenly became heavy at this moment, blowing Alsace's hood back, while Jaina took a deep breath and let her heart surge.
After calming down, she shouted sternly:
"Go back to your abyss! Dai Lin... go back! This is a warning from the empire, and it is only this time!"
"Um?"
Dai Lin's expression changed slightly, and he waved back gently. Under the bow of the Sea King Power, which was like a dark beast, the deck covered with barnacles and bones suddenly cracked, and the four doors
Three heavy artillery pieces protruded from the dark hull, and the 12 muzzles were aimed at the city behind the port. Dai Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had lost interest in the conversation, and he said:
"Answer...wrong!"
"Buzz"
Cold and dark red death energy began to fill the muzzle. It seemed that the next moment, the cold artillery fire that could annihilate everything would completely destroy Jingtooth City. However, at this moment, Alsace, who had been silent, clenched his hands behind his back.
The hilt of that simple long sword, he whispered:
"Dailin...do you believe in justice?"
With the help of Jaina's amplification magic, Arthas's voice spread across the dark sea, and this question made Dailin sneer, and he whispered:
"Justice? A child's thing!"
"It's a pity..."
Alsace's voice sounded again. At the same time, he slowly drew out the extremely ordinary two-handed long sword behind his back. I don't know if it was an illusion. The moment the ordinary long sword was unsheathed, Dai Lin
Suddenly I felt as hot as the scorching sun.
"Justice is inherently inferior and pale compared to those vain and superficial powers."
"Justice does not need any gorgeous embellishments, it does not need to be covered up, and it cannot be buried deeply. In my heart, it is just hope intertwined with simple protection and expectation."
"Justice applies to everyone, rich and poor, high and low, noble and evil. Whether in the farmer's field or on the battlefield..."
Alsace's voice echoed, but Dai Lin no longer planned to give him any more time. His fingers suddenly slipped at this moment, like the Soul-Severing Scythe cut off by the God of Death, and the 12 pieces under the bow of the King of the Sea.
The cannon suddenly fired at this moment, and the cold energy spurted out, seeming to freeze the entire Jingtooth City into a hell.
"Justice...is everywhere!"
At this moment, Alsace's simple, devoid of nobility sword was suddenly swung up. At this moment, a golden flame like the brightest sunlight suddenly burst out from the ordinary sword.
Just like a wall of holy light that protects everything, in this darkness, it firmly blocked the Sea King Power's full blow in mid-air.
"What is that!"
Under the light that seemed like a scorching sun, Dai Lin took a step back and covered his eyes with his fingers. Even in his lifetime, he had never seen such a bright, pure, and hot holy light.
"Shua"
Alsace turned his wrist, and all the light suddenly converged at this moment, and what lay in front of him was still the hopelessly ordinary two-handed long sword. The Paladin King clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and in the cold
In the wind, he stared at Dai Lin, who was aloof, and said in a deep voice:
"Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless..."
"Today, Dai Lin, and your evil master, I declare to you in the name of this holy sword..."
"Justice for us and for you...will finally come!"
ps: Regarding the Holy Sword Pale Justice, and these descriptions of justice, they all come from the game "Baldur's Gate" under the DND system. Well, it is really a good game~