Drarys looked indifferently at the human gladiator who lunged at him, the creature's eyes shone with a crazy light, and it seemed to have a trace of blood, and it looked mentally unstable to the extreme, like a wounded beast. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"The weak..."

Drareis moved slightly, flashed to the other side, stretched out his foot and lightly hooked at the feet of the human who was rushing over, and he waved his arms, lost his balance, and flew out, under the anger of man, people tend to make wrong judgments, in battle, this kind of mistake can be fatal!

Therefore, a true high-level warrior must learn to control anger, then enjoy anger, and use a cruel calmness to force himself to keep a clear head under anger, only in this way can he truly let the power generated by anger belong to himself.

Drarys had been trained in anger control a long time ago, presumably in... 4,000 years ago.

At that time, in Eresaras, a beautiful city that had not yet been abandoned, Drarys and his companions were trained by veterans who had survived the War of the Ancients, and after being able to use weapons skillfully, they would get their first weapon in their lives, usually a short knife, and then enter the jungle of Firas with only 3 days' rations, and only when they perfectly hunted an unbroken iron-maned wolf's fur could they enter the higher level of training again.

Dlaris was the best fighter of his generation.

In the world of the immortals, everything changes extremely slowly, 4000 years are almost a flash, a long time ago, just after the end of the ancient war, the people who were driven crazy by the hunger and thirst of the magic in their bodies began to study the forbidden sorcery, at that time they also restrained themselves, and after the situation got worse and worse, Prince Thorcedrin took the lead, gathered the power of all the Archmages of Sindra, and they finally summoned a demon powerful enough.

The demon destroyed most of Eressasra and was imprisoned by the Sindra elves, and his people survived by absorbing the demon's magic.

They are like a bunch of beasts who give up their dignity for food!

But Drarys had to admit that he was one of the beasts, and that he had wanted to pretend that he didn't know about those things, that he didn't know that Prince Thorcedrin had given the order to abandon Erezaras, that he didn't know the cruel news that his once-beautiful home had been overrun by boorish ogres and disgusting demons.

He even wanted to pretend that he saw the painful memories of those comrades who were suffering in their hearts and chose to commit suicide under the cruel reality, but he couldn't deceive himself after all.

In the 4034th year of his life, Draryth became the first Sindra Elf to step out of the inner city, which was already filled with the stench of demons, and when he left, no one came to see him off, and only an ancestral broken blade accompanied him.

He knew that his ancestor was a great man, a screed of Lord Willins, the former ruler of Sindra, but when Thorcedrin came to power, all glory was far from him.

The moment Drarys walked out of the slowly closing gate with the broken sword on his back, he looked back at his fellow citizens who were like the walking dead, without sorrow or joy.

The warrior turned his head and walked into the abandoned outer city, knowing that he was a member of the city, and he knew that he would save it from darkness and depravity.

It's hard to be alone, especially now that the world has changed dramatically, and he hasn't left Filas because he knows that the strength he needs is here!

When he dragged a scar out of the ruins of Eresaras, it was the end of the last Hammer of Doom gladiator tournament, he watched the indifferent assassin standing at the top of the hill with a casual remark, which attracted thousands of followers, and a small force took shape in an instant, watching those powerful gladiators follow the assassin.

Drares knew that that was the power he was looking for, enough for him to overthrow the already insane Thorcedrin and save at least some of his compatriots from his rule, as for how to treat his compatriots, including his own demonic addiction, after overthrowing Prince Thorcedrin, Dlaris didn't know, he was just a warrior, and he couldn't think of an answer to such a complicated question.

But at least we must first rescue them, so that those compatriots can live in the sun, instead of cowering in the dark underground like the cavemen.

"I'm going to save you! We're going to live in the sun!"

The warrior of Sindra lowered his head, his face obscured by the dark armor, and his expression could only be seen as he coldly stabbed the broken blade in his hand into the chest of the entangled human gladiator,

"I'm going to be a champion and then save my compatriots... Get out of my way!"

"Poof"

The last human warrior fell limply to the ground, and the goblin referee not far away raised the red gas banner in his hand to signal the end of the gladiatorial fight, and deafening cheers rang out from all around, and the syndra elf turned his head to look at the spectators who were excited about the killing, he couldn't understand the frenzy.

Sindra had been isolated from the world for too long, but in the once noble years, they were a group of guards who kept secrets and books, everything about them, including their martial arts, existed as tools, and their violence was not for killing.

Although Drares's ancient combat skills are so elegant and deadly in the eyes of the audience, in fact, when taking away life, this Sindra descendant does not feel even the slightest excitement, although he has become a warrior, he is still a scholar in his bones, which is Sindra's duty from ancient times to the present.

"Fourteen wins... One more missing!"

Drareis sat cross-legged on the ground, squeezing the last of his energy, he felt hungry, not in his body, but in his blood, the need for magic, he was resisting it, from the day he left the inner city, until now.

From having to secretly absorb magic every day, to now once a week, that kind of hunger, the kind of hunger that would completely destroy him, was his worst enemy.

He's going to have to suppress it in order to win the final fight, and if he wins the next enemy, he'll be able to move on to the rematch, and Drareis isn't very confident in himself, but it's the only way he's going to go, so he'll have to go ahead.

The Night Elf who had been trying to get in touch with him... The self-proclaimed general of Santis Hazuki, he didn't trust her because he knew where Sindra's tragedy came from, and he wouldn't trust those purple-skinned "compatriots" anymore.

"You're... Descendants of Sindra?"

A warm, but yet imposing voice interrupted Drarys' meditation, and he opened his eyes, his last opponent was already standing in the arena, it was an elf, no doubt from the sharp ears sticking out of his long golden hair, his eyes were green, like green gems, and above the eyes, two eyebrows stretched upwards made the face even more heroic.

He's supposed to be a big guy!

Although he was now dressed in the robes of an ordinary troubadour, he could not hide the majesty of his bearing, like the ancient kings that Dlaris had seen in the murals of the library.

He was far away, but the voice that came to his ears clearly proved his identity, it was a mage, and most likely an arcane legend, a mysterious inheritance in Sindra.

Dlaris felt like he should say something, but he eventually chose to remain silent, and he stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

Kael'thas shook his head a little helplessly, his voice wrapped in magic through the air and reaching Delaris's ears,

"I know you're a descendant of Sindra, that sword, Quirsella... Forget it, I'm Kael'thas Sunstrider, the successor of King Darthrema in 7,000 years, and we're brothers of the Old Covenant!"

Drarys was shocked, he knew a lot of secrets, including the secret agreement between Lord Verinth and Lord Darth Rema, the two of them who were also high-level elves chose to leave the country because of the rejection of the Kadore elves, but just before leaving, Lord Willins mysteriously disappeared, and in the end, Sindra's high-level elves could only stay in Eresaras until now.

If it weren't for that accident, I'm afraid that by now, as the elf in front of me who claimed to be the Sunstrider said, the two forces might have really fused together.

But Drarys did not forget his mission, and despite the elf's sincerity, he chose to hold his weapon tightly and charge without saying a word.

And looking at Drarys who rushed towards him with the momentum of thunder, Kael'thas frowned, his left hand swiped lightly in the air, and a golden staff with half of the wings at the top like a phoenix, guarding a green ** energy gem appeared in his hand.

It was the Sindore Golden Scepter, he was the symbol of the prince back then, and the Pride of the Sunseeker was perfect as a weapon, but its symbolism was very strong, and it was too powerful, so in ordinary battles, Kael'thas would not normally use that artifact, and the Sindore Golden Scepter in his hand was enough.

To be honest, at the level of a guy like Kael'thas who is only one step away from an epic hero, ordinary weapons really don't make much sense.

Kael'thas lightly touched his staff on the ground, and a flash of flame appeared in the air, and then a bird's scream sounded in the same place, this sound was so sharp and bright, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and then they saw that the entire gladiatorial arena was wrapped in crimson flame light at this moment, and the air was distorted, and when the flame dissipated in the next second, a beautiful, noble, crimson creature wrapped in golden and crimson flame feathers, and a golden flame crown like a feather appeared behind Kael'thas。

The moment this powerful creature appeared, the runes of the magic enchantment set up around the entire gladiatorial arena emitted a not very dazzling light, and the flow of magic power was forcibly interrupted and became disordered.

It was O, the pet of His Majesty the Prince, one of the rarest creatures in Azeroth, the elemental phoenix, the ultimate embodiment of the power of fire.

Kael'thas was protected by Ao's wings, and Draryth's charge didn't even hurt him in the slightest.

The Sun King of the Sun Chasers paid no attention to the screams and exclamations in the audience, at this time, he was as majestic as the god of fire who had descended into the world, and the magicians had their own means of shielding their aura, and Kael'thas was the best among them, and it was not until this moment that Drarys knew what kind of character he was fighting against.

"Is it necessary to continue fighting? Brother Sindra, let us lay down our arms and have a good talk, I have come with peace in mind. ”

Kael'thas didn't rush to attack, but continued to persuade that in this completely impossible situation of victory, Draryth took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of Quelcella's sword again, blood red rage emerging from his body and enveloping his black armor.

"I... I have my calling, and I have what I have to do, so get out of my way!"

"Charge!"