Tyrande pointed at the evil runes flowing on the cave wall and asked in a cold voice: "This is the evil power from the Burning Legion. It can imprison the power of the moon in our bodies. How can it be fair?"
Sword Master Samuro turned around, holding a sharp long sword in his hand, with a ferocious face full of pride, and looked at Tyrande mockingly: "We orcs are a race that values glory, and glory is more important than life.
, only rely on your own strength to fight, never rely on external forces, this is the real fairness, who of you comes first."
Obviously, Sword Master Samuro didn't want to suffer a loss and just wanted to have a one-on-one duel.
Tyrande was so angry that she frowned and was about to say something.
Malfurion took the initiative to stand in front of Tyrande, looked at the orc sword master, and said calmly: "Very good, then let me learn your skills. In the past ten thousand years, in addition to sleeping, I have occasionally
Practice some boxing and kicking."
Samuro looked at the unarmed Malfurion, grinned, and said sarcastically:
"Malfurion, this is a painful lesson. Your chest will warm my blade, and I will eat you, not even your bones will be left. Look at my Wind Step."
Samuro held the long sword with both hands, his figure was erratic, his speed was terrifying, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, and he slashed at Malfurion viciously.
Malfurion's eyes narrowed slightly. In Samuro's eyes, Malfurion did not move or even raise his hand, but his long sword slashed the air, and then his hand was empty, and the long sword disappeared.
.
Malfurion played with Samuro's sword and said with a smile, "It's a good sword."
"Seize the sword with bare hands." Samuro let out a scream.
"Just some simple techniques." Malfurion disagreed and said calmly:
"If you live for ten thousand years like me, you will also think about some skills to beat the time when you are idle. In the Battle of Ahn'Qiraj, I fought with the Sword Emperor, one of the twin emperors, and my strength
The difference in size and size made my skills meaningless and I failed miserably.”
The orc swordmaster Samuro relied on his skills to win, and was not much better than Malfurion in terms of strength. Malfurion had superior skills and won easily.
Malfurion turned the edge of the sword and pointed the direction of the hilt towards Samuro: "You lose. If you want to defeat me, I'm afraid you need to practice swordsmanship for another ten thousand years. Orcs are a race that values glory. Let us leave.
.”
Samuro took the sword and noticed that Malfurion was extra cautious, so he did not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack. He stepped back dozens of steps, keeping a safe distance from Malfurion, and shouted loudly:
"I haven't lost yet. I swear by the ancestors of the Burning Blade Clan that you have never seen the terror of a Sword Master. Let me show you my unparalleled martial arts, the true secret of the Sword Master, and the Mirror Image Clone Technique."
Samuro's figure was blurred. After a burst of smoke, Samuro disappeared. Hundreds of orc figures appeared on the spot, all with ferocious faces, tough and strong, holding various weapons in their hands.
Malfurion immediately frowned, no matter how brilliant his skills were, they were still useless in a group fight.
Tyrande was so angry that she turned white, and loudly accused:
"Samuro, you call yourself the Orc Sword Master, is this your glory? Damn the mirror clone, this is clearly a member of the Burning Blade Clan. I have long noticed the hole they hide behind you."
Samuro stood at the back of the crowd and said proudly:
"Tylande, although you are the Priestess of the Moon Goddess, you don't understand the ultimate secret of a sword master at all. With this mirror clone technique, I defeated the invincible hand of Draenor, Blackhand Blackhand, Gro.
M. Hellscream is no match for me, I am recognized as the orc swordmaster and the best master in Draenor."
It was clearly promised that it would be a one-on-one fight, but now it has turned into a group fight between one person and a hundred people. This is the true secret of the Orc Sword Master, the ultimate method to defeat the invincible opponent in the world.
Malfurion helplessly spread his hands and said:
"Tyrande, I can only rely on you to do it cleanly. For ten thousand years, every time we face a life-or-death desperate situation, we have to do that. Every time, we must be careful and leave no traces, so that we can live longer.
"
As soon as Malfurion finished speaking, he saw that Tyrande's temperament had changed drastically. She was no longer the priestess who prayed devoutly to the moon god. Her slender figure seemed to hide a terrifying god of war.
Samuro's heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. This warning would only appear when facing the most dangerous monsters. Tyrande took a gentle step, and it seemed as if the entire cave was shaking.
"Do you know the Moon Night War God? A tiny orc." Tyrande looked at Samuro contemptuously.
Samuro's voice was clearly trembling, and he asked tremblingly: "Impossible. This is a confined space built by legion technicians. It can confine the power of all the moon gods. I am not afraid of the Moon Night War God."
"hehe!"
Tyrande smiled softly, and a breeze blew by. Except for Samuro, all the orcs in the cave were imprisoned by a mysterious force. Tyrande walked towards Samuro gently and pointed at him casually.
ring.
The imprisoned orcs were instantly shattered, and together with their weapons and armor, they turned into fine fly ash, leaving no trace at all. Samuro looked at this scene in horror and whispered:
"This is magic."
Tyrande raised her eyebrows with a hint of admiration:
"Good vision, little orc, this is the simplest arcane magic, decomposition. I have improved it and used it in combination with dispersion. It is powerful, has a wide range, and consumes very little mana. For ten thousand years, every time
I have been thinking about this spell in my spare time, using my power to refer to various schools of magic and constantly improving it. It is very easy to use."
Samuro felt his hair stand on end and whispered: "You are a night elf, a priestess of the Moon God. Why do you take the lead in defying the ban to study magic? This is unfair."
Tyrande smiled contemptuously:
"Do you think you really count on the moon god Elune? The ban is just for the people. Ten thousand years ago, I understood that I have to rely on myself at critical moments. Speaking of which, the ban is really inconvenient. I have to
Improved arcane energy is completely different from mainstream spells. The fluctuations of elements are so slight that those stupid mages cannot detect them at all."
In this world, whoever takes things seriously will lose.
Everyone sees the power of magic, and Tyrande has never been stupid.
"Tyrande, you can start." Malfurion reminded.
Tyrande nodded and looked at Samuro contemptuously: "Young little orc, do you know why I want to spare your life?"
Samuro shook his head. At this moment, his heart was completely occupied by fear.
"Speaking of which, the reputation of the orc sword master saved you." Tyrande frowned slightly: "After losing the power of the moon god, Malfurion and Tyrande escaped from the invincible sword master.
Doubtful."
Seeing the hope of survival, Samuro hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged: "I swear by the ancestors of the Burning Blade clan that I, Samuro, will never tell anyone what happened today, otherwise I will become Goron's excrement."
Tyrande shook her finger and whispered:
"Orcs have never been trustworthy. Maybe you will use this to blackmail us. Fortunately, Malfurion and I have been prepared to deal with this situation. We have lived a long time, so we naturally have to think more carefully about things."