"I, Yrel, fought back the Iron Horde, I destroyed the Dark Portal with one hammer, I rescued Khadgar and Thrall, and the Ashran Storm Shield was created under my guidance and supervision.
It was built by the people, and this is all due to my great contribution, Yrel."
"Without me, Yrel, would you be able to live here in a spacious and bright sea-view villa, leisurely enjoying the warm sea breeze of Shadowmoon Valley? Don't forget, even the land under your feet belongs to us Draenei
Human.”
"Why don't I just stay in your chief's suite? It's empty anyway. Only this relatively luxurious suite barely fits my noble status as Yrel."
Yrel said that he had a nose and eyes, he was righteous and confident, and he was neither humble nor arrogant.
As expected of Qiyana Moonshadow, a night elf druid who had lived for eight thousand years, Yrel was willing to retreat. No one else was so thick-skinned, and Robbie almost believed it.
"Yril, you have fallen. You are simply a disgrace to the Holy Light."
Robbie sighed, shook his head and said: "Look, what have you learned? You eat and drink, live in hotels without paying, talk nonsense, you said you learned something bad. Humility, honesty, compassion,
Have you forgotten the eight traditional virtues of the Paladin: valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit? Why don’t you learn from others and insist on light and justice?”
"Stick to light and justice? Does such an adventurer exist?" Yrel asked with a sneer.
Does it exist? Probably...exists.
Anyway, most of them were eaten until no bones were left.
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. In fact, it is not all her fault that Yirel has become what he is today. What Yirel has done is what most adventurers only dream of, but cannot do.
All I can say is that it's the world's fault.
"Cough, cough, these are not important." Robbie decided to show off his cards, no longer dwell on right or wrong, and spoke with strength:
"If you don't pay for food and accommodation in our brotherhood's fortress, you will be in trouble with me, Kabol the Blasphemer. Yrel, please pay the price for your greed."
"The Fist of Punishment,"
Robbie strikes first to gain the upper hand.
"Hoof of Punishment,"
Yrel immediately returned the favor.
Fist of Sanction is the Paladin's signature skill, which can stun the opponent for a short period of time.
But what’s up with the “Hoof of Sanction”?
Robbie truly saw what it means to have an arm that cannot reach a thigh, and a fist that cannot reach a hoof.
The two holy lights collided in the air, and Yrel's hooflight was obviously stronger. As a result, Robbie's fist light was no match and dissipated during the collision, and the hooflight fell on Robbie's head.
Robbie felt dizzy.
Yrel jumped high, his right leg flew up suddenly, bringing up a gust of cold wind, and kicked the dizzy Robbie hard with his hoof.
Not caring about anything else, Robbie quickly cast the Holy Shield spell in order to preserve his rather handsome face.
Holy Shield is the invincibility of knights. In this world, Robbie deeply felt how unreliable this skill was when faced with real masters.
The power of Yrel's hooves should not be as powerful as Garona's. After all, Garona uses a dagger. The force-bearing area is different, and the strength is naturally different.
There was an obvious dent in the holy shield, and Yrel's hoof quickly enlarged in front of Robbie's eyes, only 0.01 millimeter away from the tip of his nose.
Robbie was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He was worthy of being the proud disciple of Prophet Velen. The power of this kick alone was beyond the imagination of ordinary adventurers.
"Ouch!"
Hogg on the side made a loud noise. His head was five or six times bigger, like the head of a Tyrannosaurus rex, and the teeth in his mouth were as jagged as sharp daggers.
Hogg finally showed his true strength.
In his early years, Hogg once crossed the Endless Sea, landed in Dustwallow Swamp, passed through the Stonetalon Mountains, and went through untold hardships before entering Feralas to learn the ways of the Gnoll Druid.
Due to their limited talents, it was difficult for the gnolls to learn the druid's transformation technique, so some wise men made changes in the transformation technique, not to turn into animals, but to increase their size.
But just getting bigger is still too difficult for the gnolls.
So on this basis, I deleted it again and only pursued local enlargement.
What Hogg learned was the art of enlarging the head.
When the head is enlarged, it can be used to seize the white blade with empty mouth, which doubles the power. This is Hogg's real trump card.
Facing ordinary opponents, Hogg only used empty words to seize the opportunity.
Only when facing a real master can Hogg be forced to use his special skills.
"Yiriel, little hoof, give me back my wallet and gloves."
Hogg opened his even more terrifying mouth, his sharp teeth rubbed against the air, making a harsh friction sound, and bit into Yrel's hoof.
Yrel had nowhere to use his strength in the air and was unable to dodge, so he was bitten.
"Well, you are worthy of being called Hogg." Robbie was about to applaud.
Suddenly, Yrel's hooves burst into blazing light, like a small sun. Robbie and Hogg were almost blinded. Along with the light, there was high temperature.
Hogg rolled his eyes, passed out, his head returned to its original position, his tongue stuck out, his mouth remained open, wisps of green smoke emitted, and the aroma of barbecue overflowed.
Seeing this, Robbie quickly picked up the unconscious Hogg and ran away. Hogg bit him hard, and Yirel was injured in the leg, but he did not pursue him.
After immersing Hogg in the pond of the fortress and using the Holy Light spell continuously, Hogg finally woke up. This guy was rough and thick-skinned, so it didn't matter. He lay down by the pond and vomited.
"Why did you vomit and hurt your internal organs?" Robbie asked strangely.
"It stinks, it stinks." Hogg frowned and his face twitched: "Do the Draenei never wash their feet?"
Robbie: “…….”
"Brother, is my handsome appearance ruined?"
Hogg is very concerned about his appearance.
It's all burned to such a degree that it's disfigured. It's inevitable.
"More fierce than before." Robbie said tactfully.
"Yeah, so you say he's become more handsome." Hogg took out a small mirror and admired himself: "As expected, he has become more handsome. I didn't expect it to have such an effect. I'll give Yrel a few more kicks."
Robbie really couldn't understand the aesthetics of jackals, so he had to hold Hogg back and said:
"If you act like this, it's easy for Yrel to treat her like a jerk. Besides, it's not that she plays well, but the effect of my treatment."
Hogg fell silent, recalling Yrel's radiant hoofs, and was frightened: "What kind of skill was that? I felt like I was biting into a red-hot iron ingot."
"This is a lost skill of the Paladin. In ancient times, a certain Paladin sect refused to use weapons and only used fists to fight the enemy, thus inventing the Fist of Light." Robbie paused for a moment: "When used on Yrel, it should be called the Light of Light.
The hoof is right."
"It's hard to deal with." Hogg was also worried: "Since the two of us are not opponents, then we can call on a few more people to fight. You can call on these cadres of the Brotherhood. There are many good players among them."
Robbie raised three fingers: "My group cleansing technique can only remove the magic of three people. Yrel can use the group mercy technique. No matter how many people come, it will be useless."
"The Mass Mercy spell is so powerful, wouldn't Yrel be invincible?" Hogg asked rhetorically.
"That's not true. The mercy spell is not very effective against enemies who want to kill you." Robbie was also pondering. Yrel's strength was unexpected, and it was all his fault that he didn't investigate clearly beforehand.
How could the proud disciple of Prophet Velen not have two brushes!
Yrel's kicks were replayed in Robbie's mind. Robbie suddenly discovered something and tried to analyze: "Yrel's kicks are very good. As a human, I can't kick like this."
Effect."
"We jackals can't kick them out, what are you going to say?" Hogg muttered.
Robbie suddenly had an enlightenment: "The reason why I can achieve this effect is because Yrel has one more thing than me. If that's the case, I understand."
"Is the extra thing a woman's..." Hogg pointed to the chest.
"What are you thinking about?" Robbie said with black lines on his forehead: "It's the tail."
"Because of the tail as a balance point, Yrel can perform sharp hoof kicks." Robbie carefully analyzed: "On the contrary, the tail is her weakness."
Hogg has rich combat experience. Thinking about it, this is indeed the case. He bared his teeth in agreement.
"Next time, don't bite her hooves. I'll attract Yrel's attention from the front. You bite her tail specifically, and you'll be sure to win." Robbie suggested.
"It's a good tactic." Hogg thought for a while: "No, Yrel must know the importance of the tail. What will I do if she does a whirlwind kick?"
"This..." Robbie scratched his head, but he didn't have any good ideas.
"We need two people to cooperate." Hogg patted Robbie on the shoulder: "Brother, it's time to teach you the true power, the untold secrets of the jackals, and take the sword with empty words."
…
Under the waterfall of the fortress, Hogg held his head high and his face serious, like a martial arts master.
"Seizing the blade with empty words is an unforgettable secret created by Jiafang, the ancient leader of my gnoll clan. It is based on the characteristics of our clan. It requires hard practice to achieve success. Back then, I practiced chewing trees in Elwynn Forest.
Even the skin of a tree spirit is defeated by my mouth, and I practiced catching fish in the cool river water. Even the most cunning fish can't escape between my teeth, so I developed this mouth skill."
When the Kingdom of Stormwind was first established, the Redridge tribe gradually grew stronger due to the addition of gnolls, uniting the large and small gnoll tribes. Thousands of gnolls attacked Stormwind City, and if it hadn't been for the king's troops, he was in danger and attacked the gnolls directly.
At the base camp of Redridge Mountain, it’s hard to say who will win and who will lose.
Hogg is extremely vicious, but compared to the gnoll Garfan, he is just a little minion.
"Listen up, I'm just talking nonsense and it's easy to pass it on to others. Your human mouths are too small and your teeth are not sharp enough, so you have extremely poor qualifications. But you have the power of the Holy Light, and you can use the Holy Light to strengthen your teeth.
Make up for the lack of qualifications. Don’t even think about taking advantage of it with empty words, but it’s not difficult to bite the tail. After all, the tail can’t compare with the weapon.”
Robbie opened his mouth as wide as he could, imitating Hogg and howling like a wolf.
"Attention, you need to master the timing of your mouth. It doesn't matter if it's early or late. If you're right, bite it hard. Don't hesitate."
Using the power of holy light to bless the teeth and use the empty mouth to seize the white blade, what should be the appropriate name?
Teeth of Holy Light?
Robbie felt that maybe I was the shame of the Holy Light. (To be continued)