"Haha, no one can defeat the chief of the Shadowmoon clan."
Killing Robbie was originally part of Ner'zhul's plan.
He laughed at Robbie's overestimation, raised his staff and began to cast spells.
According to the tradition of the orcs, the two sides should have staged a passionate hand-to-hand battle, bloodying each other, and if there was no winner, they would have used spells to fight each other.
It was rumored that Robbie once defeated Thrall with his skilled fists and kicks. Ner'zhul was quite afraid in his heart, so he directly used his special spell.
Robbie knew very little about Ner'zhul. He only knew that he was a strong, muscular orc, a professional shaman, and had the ability to communicate with spirits. He didn't know anything else.
His spellcasting must be interrupted, Robbie thought to himself.
Robbie couldn't imagine how frightening a shaman who was good at communicating with souls would be if he finished casting a spell.
Robbie took a few steps back, first took a short run-up, then used his legs hard, jumped up high, rounded the cursed torch, and smashed it down on his head and face.
Ever since Grom Hellscream killed the abyss lord Malonos with his leaping slash, the Alliance and Horde warriors have been working hard to practice this move, and it has a tendency to replace the charge.
Seeing Robbie using this move, Ner'zhul looked contemptuous.
Grom Hellscream is a legendary orc and the chieftain of the Warsong clan. He is proficient in critical strikes and has devastating power in close combat.
Being able to kill the Abyss Lord Malonos was partly due to the fearless courage of Hellscream, but also the weapon specially used by the chief of the Warsong Clan, the two-handed ax Bloodhowl.
Legend has it that the hearts of six Gronns were sealed in Blood Roar, giving it great power.
Even so, Hellscream's jump chop cannot be used easily. You must watch the timing correctly, seize the brief moment when the opponent is relaxed, and kill him with one blow.
After many years of fighting, experience has turned into muscle memory. Ner'zhul knew how to resolve this move with his eyes closed, so he didn't take it to heart.
"boom!"
The studded riding boots were in close contact with Ner'zhul's face.
The two of them cried out in pain at the same time, and each took a few steps back.
Robbie had already planned it. The jumping chop was just a feint, and the real killer move was on his feet.
Orcs are naturally strong, and their arms are almost as thick as their thighs. Although they have an advantage in strength, their lower body seems a bit unstable, so they rarely use leg techniques.
In the entire continent of Azeroth, except for monks, melee professions do not pay much attention to kicking. This has formed an inertial thinking and there is almost no defense against kicking.
Using this inertial thinking, combined with Yrel's hoof skills, Robbie's attack was effective.
Unfortunately, orcs have fangs.
Robbie's kick caused Ner'zhul's face to be covered with blood, and at the same time a heartbreaking pain came. Robbie noticed that there was a sharp fang stuck in the sole of his boot.
Ner'zhul, like all orcs, is very obsessed with his fangs.
He specially drilled two small holes in the fangs and embedded two silver rings.
Because of the holes drilled, the fangs were not that strong. Robbie kicked with all his strength and broke into two halves from where the holes were drilled.
Robbie pulled out the orc fangs on his riding boots and gasped in pain. He must have had rabies or something like that. He quickly treated himself with holy light.
The magic power of the silver rings embedded in the fangs surged. These two silver rings were not decorations, but two magic rings. Robbie was secretly proud and accepted them for the time being.
"You destroyed my handsome face, you destroyed my sharp fangs." Ner'zhul, whose face was covered in blood, looked even more ferocious: "No one can kick the chief of the Shadowmoon clan in the face."
Didn't I mention it just now? Robbie wondered!
The broken fangs did not make Ner'zhul lose his mind. He waved his staff and started casting spells again.
"The Fist of Punishment."
Fist of Sanction, a paladin skill, can stun the opponent for a short period of time and can be used to interrupt spell casting.
Ner'zhul was familiar with the draenei, and of course he was also very familiar with the Paladin's Fist of Light. The orcs' skulls were hard and could resist most coma effects, so Ner'zhul didn't even let go of the mere Fist of Light.
In the heart.
Unexpectedly, Robbie's fist of punishment did not fall on Ner'zhul's head, but directly on the stomach. Even though the orc's muscles were thick enough, it was a pity that there were no bones to protect him.
Ner'zhul felt a sharp pain in his stomach and had to stop casting spells.
Despicable, Ner'zhul finally understood that this human being didn't follow the rules at all.
"Human, you have successfully angered the chief of the Shadowmoon clan." Ner'zhul gave up the plan of casting spells and slowly raised the staff in his hand.
All orcs are warriors, and even a shaman like Ner'zhul is not weak in close combat.
Ner'zhul's staff is called the Staff of Shadowmoon Souls. It is said to be made from the spine of a gronn. It has been soaked in the holy pool of the Shadowmoon clan for hundreds of years. In addition to having the ability to cast spells to control souls, it is also
A melee weapon with extremely high attack power.
Robbie hit Ner'zhul with a hammer. Ner'zhul did not dodge, but used his staff to hold the cursed torch. When Robbie withdrew his weapon, Ner'zhul immediately launched a counterattack. The staff came with the sound of wind, and Robbie also
Without hiding, the two faced each other head-on, and there was a competition of strength.
Bang bang bang, the cursed torch and the staff of all souls collided, and they were evenly matched.
"Hahaha, little human, you are nothing more than that!"
After a brief trial, although Robbie's strength was beyond expectations and he was able to compete with Ner'zhul, he was far from as powerful as the rumors said.
This power was not enough to defeat Thrall, and Ner'zhul became increasingly convinced that the rumors were just rumors and should not be believed.
Once he realized Robbie's strength, Ner'zhul began to use his tricks.
Shadowmoon's Soul Staff suddenly became like a snake, entangled in Robbie's Cursed Torch, and the two weapons flew into the air together.
When I went there, Robbie was shocked that he even had to do this.
When both sides are bare-handed, the orc's strong physique, thick muscles and strong resistance to fighting, as well as fists as big as sandbags, become a huge advantage.
Ner'zhul seemed to have seen victory.
"Look, look, let me tell you, how can the blasphemer Kabol defeat Thrall!"
At this time, the five members of the Dove of Peace group had been captured by Yrel and tied up tightly. However, these five people did not have the consciousness of being prisoners and pointed out the situation of the battle here.
Ner'zhul punched fiercely.
Robbie ducked.
Ner'zhul punched again.
Robbie still dodged easily.
Immediately, Robbie also threw a punch, but Ner'zhul was unable to dodge and fell down with a thud.
What's going on? The five-person group all looked messy.
Yrel, who wanted to come to help, also stopped.
Looking at Robbie's footsteps, there seems to be something different.
I saw Robbie jumping from left to right, then from right to left, jumping back and forth over and over again. The speed was neither fast nor slow, and seemed to follow a certain rhythm.
Ner'zhul reluctantly got up, his face looked ugly, and he was trying his best to endure something.
Robbie struck hard again, and Ner'zhul was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
The Delaney shaman looked directly at Robbie and exclaimed: "I understand, I finally know why Thrall was defeated by Kabol the Blasphemer."
The doves of peace turned to look at him.
"Because Thrall and Ner'zhul are both shamans."
Tsk, what kind of secret do you think it is? Who doesn’t know about this?
"No, no, you don't understand at all." Draenei shaman said loudly: "Look at the pace of Kabol the Blasphemer."
What's so strange about this pace? Isn't it just jumping back and forth? Everyone was puzzled.
The Draenei shaman obviously knew some ancient things and said solemnly: "Tens of thousands of years ago, the trolls established a huge empire and were invincible across Azeroth. It was not the trolls' ability to regenerate severed limbs, but the trolls' ability to regenerate severed limbs.
The invincible shaman army."
"Until one day, a night elf invented a special step, and the shaman army was wiped out. The troll empire became history. The night elf stepped onto the stage of history and became the protagonist of Azeroth."
"You know, we shamans spend our lives balancing the elements in the body, and this pace can make the fire element unstable, leading to conflict among the elements in the body. It is a mysterious rhythm, a unique rhythm called
Repeatedly jump sideways.”
"So there really is such a pace! I thought it was a legend." The leader of the five-person group, the human priest Carola, showed her profound knowledge at the right time:
"It is said that during the conquest of the Molten Core, the Fire King Laglaros was invincible and the adventurers were helpless. However, the elves came up with a way and searched through the alliance and tribe to select forty people with extraordinary talents.
The Professor jumped repeatedly and successfully defeated Laglaros, forcing Laglaros to crawl into the magma to escape."
"What happened next?" Yrel asked with interest.
"Later, Laglaros successfully spread his legs and learned to jump horizontally repeatedly. The adventurers were no longer his opponents." Carolla said regretfully.
"So that's the reason."
In fact, Robbie has always wondered why he could defeat Thrall in front of the Dark Portal.
Even if Thrall is a fake, with his pitiful little body before he drank blood, and because he specializes in the way of a warlock, and is tainted with a weak body of death, no orc can't beat him.
It turns out that it is because of this mysterious pace that he is simply a shaman killer.
If Ner'zhul could be kept, or simply killed, then the problem in Shadowmoon Valley would be solved. It would certainly not be easy for the Shadowmoon clan to choose a leader.
"No one can defeat the great chief of the Shadowmoon clan. He told the prophet Velen that his time is over and he will pay the price for his choices. Darkness is coming and no one can save him."
Ner'zhul roared loudly and spit out a black bead. Black smoke filled the entire observatory, and an unpleasant and choking smell overflowed.
When the smoke cleared, Ner'zhul had disappeared, along with the five Doves of Peace.
"Ahem!" Robbie accidentally inhaled a few puffs of smoke and coughed violently.
Not far away, the dark portal slowly closed, and Ner'zhul's sinister laughter echoed for a long time. (To be continued)