The one-on-one duel between Nagrand Havalo, Sarlayan and Lantrexor continues.
Ogres are fools who only care about eating but not fighting. After recovering from the shock of the dragon's roar, these thick-skinned big men continued to watch the battle with relish as if nothing had happened.
"suppress!"
After Lantrexor's habitual dodge, Sarlayan immediately launched a sure-hit suppression skill, which happened to be stuck at the moment when the opponent's posture could no longer be avoided using the old timing.
At the critical moment, Lantrisso, who was sweating all over his body, raised his sword and barely blocked Quel'Sera's powerful slash.
However, due to the hasty exertion of force, Lantrexo's sword was knocked open by the big sword.
However, due to this layer of obstruction, Lantrexo was left with some room to react.
The blade of Quel'Sera's sword scraped across Lantretho's unarmored left chest, leaving a large gash on his exposed chest.
This injury will not be fatal, but it will definitely have a certain impact on Lantrexo's combat ability.
Unwilling to take advantage of the situation, Sarlayan immediately activated the God of Deity to further increase his strength in all aspects, striking the head with a powerful and heavy giant strike and once again struck Lantrisso who was staggering back.
Since he was re-adjusting the abilities related to dragon transformation, Sharlayan did not activate the new version of dragon transformation that was not yet complete.
The all-round blessing given by the gods put a lot of pressure on Lantrexo.
After finally adapting to the strength and speed of Sarlayan's attack, Lantrexo's muscle memory was invalidated again due to the blessing of this special ability.
Sarlayan, who brandished his sword and attacked, pressed forward step by step. Lantreso, who had lost the opportunity, was forced to retreat.
"Gan! You're so reckless!"
Seeing that he was forced to the edge of the field with no way to retreat, Lantriso gritted his teeth and decided to fight for his life.
"Whoosh!"
After once again fending off Quel'Sera, Lantrexo seized the opportunity to activate the mirror clone.
Four Lantrexos who couldn't see through the truth surrounded Sarlayan, and they all waved their sabers and began to circle violently on the spot.
"Bladestorm!"
The four sword masters launched the sword storm at the same time. Not to mention the pressure brought to the enemy, the sand and gravel brought up by the four orcs spinning in crazy circles was enough to cover the sky and the sun.
Sarlayan couldn't tell which one was real with the naked eye, and simply didn't bother to identify it carefully.
"roar!"
Launching the dragon's roar again, the area-wide sonic attack dispersed all three afterimages, leaving only Lantrexo's spinning body.
"drink!"
At the same time as the clone dissipated, Sarlayan looked at the location of the main body and launched a heroic leap. Just like when facing Samuro, he jumped from above into the eye of the blade storm.
Different from the last time, Sarlayan, who had been well prepared, jumped very resolutely, so resolutely that Lantreso didn't even react.
While the man was in the air, Sarlayan adjusted his posture and struck down. Lantrexo, who had no time to adjust his movements, could only use the centrifugal force of rotation to throw the sword diagonally into the air.
"clang!!"
Still in the state of the gods descending to earth, Sarlayan evened the realm gap between him and Lantrisso, and the two weapons collided again, making an unprecedented loud noise, and they fought evenly.
With the help of the force of the shock, Sarlayan somersaulted backwards in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground. Lantrexo, who had just escaped from the rapid rotation, was unsteady on his feet and took several steps backwards without being able to stand firm.
When he was half kneeling on the ground, adjusting his posture and trying to regroup, Sarlayan, who was more prepared, had already put Quel'Sera on his neck.
"ha……"
Lantrisso smiled helplessly, inserted the sword into the ground, and said calmly with his still bleeding chest: "I lost, you can win justly and take my life."
Sharlayan smiled and shook his head, then lifted Quel'Sera back onto his shoulders.
"I am the winner, so naturally it will be determined according to our customs. As the winner, I have the right to make a request to you."
Lantriso asked in confusion: "What is the request?"
Sarlayan smiled and pulled Lantreso up: "Our forces want to march into Nagrand to seize a piece of territory. I need a local snake to help us plan, avoid risks, and obtain Nagrand as peacefully as possible.
Lan’s resources.”
Since the fall of the ogre Gorria Empire, a large area of territory has been vacated in Nagrand.
With the remaining people of the Warsong clan in Draenor, it is obviously impossible to seize those territories.
What Sharlayan is eyeing is the land that is temporarily ownerless.
But the Warsong Clan is guarding the only way in and out of Nagrand. If you want to make a living on this land, you will inevitably have to deal with them.
Sharlayan did not understand the customs of the orcs, and he did not know anyone familiar among the orcs.
Lantrexor, a half-orc with half-Draenei blood, can serve as a bridge of communication between the two sides.
Sarlayan believes that the current Warsong clan is definitely not willing to conflict with other forces.
However, the Warsong Clan's always tough style makes it difficult for them to lose face. It would be best if someone could provide them with an excuse to give in.
Lantrisso was not stupid, he understood the meaning of Sarlayan's words.
"You want me to help you convince the Warsong clan?"
"That's right."
Lantrexor hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed to Sarlayan's request.
"If it is true as you said, the main force of the Warsong clan is still trapped in Azeroth, I am more confident that I can convince them to turn a blind eye to outsiders."
"The premise is that you guarantee that your forces will not invade the traditional territory of the Warsong clan."
Sarlayan said solemnly: "Nagrand is big enough. I believe this land has room for other forces to settle in."
'The draenei who are waiting for something to happen will not have the energy to take revenge on the Warsong clan for the time being, "for the time being".'
…
After defeating Lantrexor, Sarlayan asked him as the winner to help the draenei and the Alliance expeditionary force settle in.
This trip to Nagrand achieved two goals at once.
Sarlayan fought against the Orc Sword Master again and won the victory, which relieved his knot and fulfilled his promise to Maladar.
Next, Lantrexor will take his ogre subordinates to find the "relatives" of the weakened Warsong clan and discuss some matters with them in a friendly manner.
The three of Sarlayan returned to Auchindoun along the same route and told the two archbishops Nelly and Maladar the good news.
At the same time, the Alliance Expeditionary Force had arrived at the gate of the Dark Temple and fought fiercely with the orcs guarding the temple.
Anyway, Onyxia hasn't sent a signal yet, so it's still idle.
Knowing that the final battle had begun, Sharlayan planned to join in the fun and see if he could help the Alliance stop Ner'zhul before he opened the portal.
It would take some time for Lantrexor to "convince" the Warsong clan, so Sarlayan told Maladar, who could not wait to leave, the contact information and asked him to contact the Orc Sword Master himself.
Shadowmoon Valley was once a quiet and peaceful valley, where the Shadowmoon clan, the most Buddhist among the orc tribes, lived.
The Shadowmoon clan has little interest in competing for territory. Generations of Shadowmoon shamans have enjoyed stargazing. They hope to further understand the truth of the world through observing the stars.
Ner'zhul is the shaman and chief of the Shadowmoon clan of this generation, and he has great prestige among the orc clans.
Ner'zhul has been depressed since the death of his wife Rul'kan.
One time when he went to Nagrand Washu Valley to pay homage to his ancestors, Ner'zhul was surprised to get in touch with Rulkan's soul.
But this "Rurkan" was just an illusion created by Kil'jaeden. The real soul of Rurkan could only watch anxiously as Ner'zhul fell deeper and deeper under Kil'jaeden's temptation.
When Ner'zhul sensed that something was wrong and went to Washu Valley again to learn the truth from the real Rur'kan and other ancestral spirits, it was already too late.
His apprentice Gul'dan reported Ner'zhul's disloyalty to the Burning Legion to Kil'jaeden, and through a series of conspiracies and tricks, Ner'zhul was ruined and he took the opportunity to replace him.
Gul'dan didn't have as many scruples as Ner'zhul, and he led the orcs step by step to the point of no return.
Everything he did was not for the whole orc clan, but to fulfill his ambition of becoming a god.
Gul'dan's series of actions gained Kil'jaeden's trust, and the Deceiver gave him powerful evil power. Even the physical element Luxenkon formed by the convergence of the four elements was no match for Gul'dan.
After defeating Luchenken, the volcano that spewed out from under the ground was infected with evil energy.
What appears in front of the three Sarlayans now is the fel volcano, which the Shadow Council flattered and named Hand of Gul'dan.
Beyond this stinky fel volcano, the Temple of Darkness is right in front of you.
"There!"
Sarlayan patted the scales on Stellagosa's back and raised his hand to point to the highest altar in the Dark Temple. A hunched old orc was using the altar to cast spells, and four artifacts automatically rotated around him.
With.
"That one should be Ner'zhul. Stella, can you just break through?"
"no."
Stellagosa tentatively sprayed arcane dragon breath towards the Dark Temple, but a layer of gloomy green barrier blocked the dragon breath.
"There is indeed a barrier."
Sarlayan frowned and looked at the expeditionary force's frontline camp below: "There is no other way. Let's go down and join the expeditionary force first. It seems that we can only follow the army and attack the temple by land."