As early as more than two years ago during the defense of Quel'Thalas, Sarlayan had met Lantrexor.
At that time, Sarlayan was just a fledgling rookie, and it was only when Jubitith was seriously injured that he was able to defeat and kill him.
Saryan, who relied on hard work to defeat the strong, left some impression on Lantriso's heart. When they met again after more than 2 years, Lantriso was surprised to find that he could no longer see through him.
"Back off."
Lantrexo, who was in a somewhat complicated mood, swatted away the nearby ogres, strode up to Sarlayan, subconsciously twirled the rosary on his chest and asked: "Long time no see, high elves, why do you appear in Germany?"
Rano?”
Sharlayan spread his hands: "This is too long to talk about. To put it simply, the Horde was defeated in Azeroth, and the Alliance counterattacked to Draenor, intending to regain the three artifacts stolen by Ner'zhul.
"
Lantrexo had already guessed that the tribe would be defeated. With the tribe's internal fighting at that time, it was strange that they could win over the united alliance.
"Ner'zhul? Three artifacts?"
Lantrexor scratched his bald head in confusion: "What does this have to do with Ner'zhul? Wasn't he already ruined by Gul'dan?"
Although the Warsong clan participated as the main force in the second invasion of the tribe, their army did not set out from Nagrand.
Long before the Dark Portal opened, when the tribes gathered, warriors from all races were summoned to garrison in Hellfire Fortress.
News of the Warsong Clan's departure from Hellfire Citadel did not reach Nagrand, and Lantresor knew nothing about it.
"You can go out and find out the details yourself."
Sarlayan pulled out Quel'Sera from his back and put it on his shoulders: "The main purpose of my coming today is to fulfill a wish and eliminate a knot in my heart."
"I want to defeat the Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan with my own hands and let out the sullen anger I felt from being suppressed and beaten by Samuro."
"Samuro?"
Lantriso raised his eyebrows: "Is he still alive?"
Samuro and Lantrisso are the only two Burning Blade Masters who still retain a sense of honor. Due to their common topics, the relationship between the two is pretty good.
Samuro can be said to be Lantrisso's only confidant in the orc tribe.
"Still alive, but that guy is wandering around Azeroth, trying to refine his heart through travels and find himself again."
"We can't find him to recover the original debt, so we have to take it out on you, the Burning Blade Sword Master."
Sarlayan smiled jokingly at Lantreso: "You have no objection, right?"
"Hahaha!"
Lanter Switzerland laughed heartily and said: "Someone is willing to admit that I am the sword master of the Burning Blade Clan. I am not happy enough."
"Besides, you came to the door openly and honestly. As a Sword Master of the Fire Blade who values honor, I, Lantrisso Fire Blade, accept your challenge!"
Lantrisso clenched the sword with both hands and took a stance, shouting with excitement on his face: "Come on! Let's have a showdown!"
Since giving up traveling with the tribe and escaping back to Draenor, Lantrexo has not experienced a close battle for a long time, and can only train the ogres on a daily basis.
Sometimes he suspected that his sword was starting to rust and his fighting skills had deteriorated.
Although it is unclear what Sarlayan's strength is now, it can be judged from his condensed aura that is completely different from two years ago that this former rookie is no longer what he used to be.
This one-on-one duel was not a fight for status, but more like a sparring match between two competing warriors.
Valeera and Stellagosa consciously withdrew from the battle circle, leaving the stage to Sharlayan and Lantrisso.
'Hawkeye!'
After entering the battle state, Sarlayan can unleash hostility unscrupulously and spy on Lantrexo's data status.
If you look at the panel alone, Sarlayan is no match for Lantreso.
However, due to Sarlayan's further development of the dragon bloodline, his regular strength increase has been further improved.
Although there is no guarantee that the gap between elites and legends will be overcome and the opponent can be defeated, at least it will not easily become a one-sided battle.
"Wind Step."
After both parties were ready, Lantrexo activated Juggernaut's special skills without hesitation, and his figure immediately disappeared from the place.
Sarlayan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, closed his eyes, closed off his sense of smell and taste, and focused more on hearing and touch.
The Wind Step can make the Sword Master invisible in a short period of time, but they will still generate airflow when they move, and they will also make corresponding sounds when their feet step on the ground.
After all, the Sword Master is a special profession close to that of a warrior, and is not as professional as a thief in stealth operations.
The sound of Lantrexo's bare feet on the ground was very slight, but Sarlayan strengthened the ability of his ears to capture it by blocking the other three senses. He could hear Lantrexo accelerating towards him step by step.
When the airflow behind him suddenly became sharp, Sarlayan immediately opened his eyes, turned 180 degrees with his left foot as the axis, and used centrifugal force to accelerate and swing the sword horizontally.
"clang!"
The slashing sword collided head-on with the big sword, and their movements paused for a moment due to the feedback from the opponent's attack force.
"good!"
Feeling the power coming from Sharlayan's great sword, Lantrexo became even more excited.
He had had enough of one-sided battles and longed for a fight to the death that would allow him to fight to the death with all his strength, even if it cost him his life.
This is the typical way of thinking of the orcs. They believe that dying in battle is an honor, and dying in bed is shameful.
Most elderly orcs who are on the verge of death will voluntarily leave their hometown to seek a battle that can free them.
"Suck~"
Sarlayan took a deep breath. Through his movements, Lantrexo guessed that the other party was about to shout a war cry, but he didn't know which one specifically.
'Command roar? Battle roar? Or dragon roar?'
Out of caution, Lantrexo, who was experienced in combat, held back a hand and did not take the initiative to attack.
"roar!!"
The plus version of the dragon's roar suddenly exploded, and Valeela and Stellagosa, who had expected it, blocked their ears in advance.
The onlookers' ogres were so shocked by the roar of the dragon that they were so close that their heads were dizzy and their feet became weak.
Some ogres couldn't control their center of gravity and sat on the ground in a panic.
Lantrexo, who was facing the impact, was roared to the point where his ears were ringing. He bit his lower lip hard and used the pain to force himself to recover as quickly as possible.
Sarlayan didn't give Lantrexo a chance to adjust. He kicked the ground hard with both feet and launched a charge, rushing in front of Lantrexo and raising his sword high.
Just when Sarlayan was about to pull Quelsel down and chop him down, Lantrexo's body suddenly shook slightly like a graphic distortion.
'This is?'
Sarreando kept an eye on it and withdrew some strength when he slashed the weapon.
Quel'Sera hit Lantresor without any hindrance, but Thalayan didn't feel any feedback from the hit entity.
‘Afterimage?’
A chill suddenly rose in his heart. Sarlayan's body moved faster than his brain, and he subconsciously rolled sideways to avoid it.
"Crack!"
The sharp sword scraped Sarlayan's long flowing hair and cut into the ground. The strong wind brought by the sword left a shallow wound on the side of Sarlayan's face.
Licking the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth, Sarlayan did not dare to be careless and stood the sword upright in front of him to readjust his posture.
After missing a hit, Lantrexo said with emotion: "Compared to two years ago, you are completely different."
"I asked myself that I have worked hard enough, but the speed of progress is completely unparalleled compared to yours. How did you train?"
"Ha~"
Sarlayan responded with a chuckle: "If you travel half of the world like me and experience a lot of experiences that can influence the future direction of the world, you will also make great progress."
"Haha! What a pity, that's not my path."
"Buzz~"
Lantrexo raised his sword again: "The test is over, come on! In the second round, I'm going to do it for real!"
"What I wish for!"
…
At the same time, the Wyrmrest Temple delegation headed by Krasus officially entered Draenor through the Dark Portal.
"Uh-huh!"
One of the pink-carved female dwarfs covered her nose in disgust: "What does this smell like? It's too pungent."
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 the person who summoned us can be trusted? This land... I can't feel any life."
A silver-haired male night elf next to 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 things like this."
"Inas..."
The corner of the female night elf's mouth twitched: "What you say will only make me more uneasy... Forget it, let's just believe you."
The male dwarf put his hands on his hips and looked into the distance: "So, how do we find him?"
Krasus was the first to transform back into the dragon prototype: "The message brought by Sarlay Antonin 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 Glory Castle first to ask for directions and inquire about the situation in this world."