One thousand and forty-six chapters: the final chapter of the crusade trial two
After the Val'kyr twins, who were over ten meters tall, entered the Crusader Trial Grounds, the sixteen teams participating in the finals also entered the venue one after another.
There are eight teams each from the Alliance and the Horde, each with twenty-five people, standing on both sides of the arena.
Those who have been able to reach this point and fight out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are the best of the best.
King Varian was sitting at the VIP table, opposite the tribe's VIP table. He saw Jaina and Thrall chatting and laughing, and Varian's eyes couldn't help but be attracted to them.
Thrall didn't know what he said in Jaina's ear. Jaina giggled and her graceful shoulders kept shrugging, which made Varian feel particularly bad.
Varian, who was in a irritable mood, had to focus on the game. He carefully observed the sixteen teams. Among them, the alliance teams had various races, which were relatively even.
Among the eight teams of the tribe, only one team is mostly made up of orcs, while the other seven teams have no orcs at all.
This special team is located directly under the tribe's VIP table. Twenty-four strong orcs are carrying a gorgeous bed, and an extremely fat troll man is lying on the bed.
The troll man wore a luxurious golden robe. The gold chain around his neck was as thick as an adult's thigh. The diamond in the ring on his left hand was as big as a human head.
The troll man's expression was very arrogant and arrogant. Beside him, two beautiful orc women massaged him and served him various fruit refreshments from time to time.
Varian knew that this was the tribe's designated championship team, and the troll man was obviously the main force of this team, but where did this man come from to be so arrogant?
Varian lowered his voice and asked the staff around him:
"What is the origin of this troll?"
The staff was respectful and replied solemnly: "Your Majesty the King, the identity of this troll is not simple. He is the biological brother of Thrall, the savior."
"Thal's biological brother?"
Varian felt that his IQ was being crushed. Isn't Thrall an orc? How could his brother be a troll? What is going on?
Seeing Varian's confused expression, the staff explained in a low voice:
"The leader of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan and his wife Draka, only have one descendant, Thrall, but every clan leader has many lovers. This troll is the descendant of Durotan and his lover."
It turned out to be an illegitimate child. Could it be that he was a hybrid of an orc and a troll?
Varian looked at the fat troll carefully. He was as fat as an ogre and had no orc characteristics at all. He suddenly showed suspicion.
The staff member said firmly:
"This is absolutely true. A few days ago, Grivolta, a famous businessman in Shattrath City, used the ancient blood-recognition method of the troll family to confirm that he is really Thrall's brother. Thrall is convinced of this.
No doubt."
Since Thrall, the savior, has recognized this troll brother, and Varian can't say anything, it's no wonder that this troll has been designated as the leader of the championship team.
Varian then looked at the alliance's designated champion team. Twenty-four elites from all races in the alliance were carrying an exquisite pagoda. The pagoda was divided into three floors. It was jeweled and seemed to be made of pure gold. The pagodas were inlaid with layers.
With countless treasures.
On top of the pagoda, there was a blood elf woman sitting. Varian only glanced at her before his eyes were drawn to her.
Blood Elf women have always been known for their beauty, but this woman's beauty is even more outstanding and radiant. Jaina looks as ugly as an ogre in comparison.
Varian swallowed hard and asked, "Who is this woman?"
The staff member only glanced at it, then immediately lowered his head, as if even looking at this woman was rude, and replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, she is the leader of Ironforge, Magni, the daughter of Bronzebeard."
Varian is confused again, Magni Bronzebeard is a dwarf, how can his daughter be a blood elf? Could it be that she is an illegitimate daughter?
The staff explained enviously: "She is my goddaughter."
So that's it, Varian understood. Magni, Bronzebeard, has a big beard, but he actually has this kind of hobby. As a king, if Magni can do it, why don't he give it a try?
Varian's heart immediately felt as if grass had grown.
After Tirion Fordring's brief speech, the finals of the Crusade Trial officially began.
Fiora, the light evil spirit of the Val'kyr twins, looked at the dark group of contestants arrogantly and said disdainfully: "What a waste of time, you all come together."
Facing the Val'kyr twins who were as tall as a castle, no one thought it was a rude provocation. Except for the two predetermined champion teams, the other fourteen teams started taking action.
The behemoth, which was more than ten meters high, put great psychological pressure on the contestants. It was initially a test, and attacks were carried out by long-range professions. Unfortunately, neither bows nor magic were effective against the Val'kyr twins, just like scratching an itch.
"What a boring game." Dark Evil Angel Edith yawned: "In the name of the Lord of Darkness, sister, let us end this massacre."
"As you wish, my sister."
Fiora, the evil angel of light, stretched out her right hand forward, forming a frightening vortex of light. Participants from the fourteen teams were out of control and were all sucked into the vicinity of the vortex, unable to move.
Dark Evil Angel Edith sneered: "Your souls belong to me."
A dark and cold aura enveloped them, ruthlessly sucking out the souls of the contestants. The fourteen teams were instantly wiped out, and the corpses fell down in a daze.
The Val'kyr twins controlled their power very delicately and did not harm their corpses.
A large group of orcs entered the arena, removed the corpses of the contestants, and piled them up on the edge of the field.
After the competition is over, it is sent to the slaughterhouse, washed and cut into pieces to make hard jerky.
Fording spoke calmly:
"It's a pity that our warriors failed to defeat the Lich King's two-winged messengers, the terrifying Val'kyr twins. They died gloriously, died magnificently, died well-deserved, and died very valuable. Fortunately, we have two teams.
Without showing up, I don’t know if they can create a miracle.”
The blood elf woman sitting on the pagoda slowly raised her head, looked at the fat troll man opposite, and said in a sweet voice:
"Brother of the savior Thrall, I wonder if you would like to appear first?"
The troll man glanced at the Val'kyr twins with disdain and glanced at the corner of his mouth:
"They are just two ants. My sister knows what I am capable of. Apart from the King of the Void, there is no one in this universe who is worthy of my action. Ladies first, please leave first."
The blood elf woman smiled sweetly: "Then my little sister will be disrespectful."
The exquisite pagoda slowly rose into the air. It was obviously a valuable magic item. The blood elf woman took out an exquisite dagger and approached Fiora, the evil angel of light. She was still more than ten meters away. The sword gently
Swing downward.
Fiora, the evil angel of light, let out a scream of pain, and her huge body quickly split into two halves, followed by a big explosion. This seemingly delicate blood elf woman actually killed one of the Val'kyr twins with a single sword from a distance.
of one.
Many distinguished guests in the stands exclaimed almost simultaneously.
King Varian was completely stunned. The sword obviously had no momentum and could not feel any power, yet it had such terrifying power.
Fording on the stage said excitedly: "It has appeared, it has appeared. The God-Destroying Void Slash, which has been lost for thousands of years, finally has a successor. The Lich King is dead."