"Ahh

"What the hell is going on?" Broval immediately got dressed and took up his weapon, and when he ran into a soldier who was fleeing, he grabbed him and asked.

"He's back." When the soldier saw Bolvar, he begged as if he had grasped the last straw, "Lord Bolval, he has come, please save me"

"Who the hell is it?" As for the soldier's appearance, Berval really couldn't think of anything that would make him afraid of being like this, and it would be forgivable if he was a recruit, but this soldier was transferred from Stormwind to garrison.

"Please, I'm not a flood beast, do I need to be afraid of this?" An all-too-familiar voice from outside the monastery came from outside the abbey.

"Sure enough, it's really you, Wu Ming." Bolval immediately left the soldier behind and opened the door to the abbey, and saw the familiar face as he had expected.

"I'm not going to eat them, I don't understand why they're afraid of this." Wu Ming spread his hands and said.

"That's right." Bolval responded, in fact, three years ago, Wu Ming killed half of the elite of Stormwind City in a weakened state, this power has made all the people of Stormwind City feel personal fear, not long after Wu Ming escaped from Stormwind City, because he was afraid that Wu Ming would be affected by the pond fish when he retaliated afterwards, there were also many rich merchants and nobles in Stormwind City who fled from Stormwind City.

"If it's the undead catastrophe to attack the city, it's reasonable, and now run away like this, it seems that the soldiers of Stormwind City are really not very good." Wu Ming complained to himself.

"Actually, I think you're more terrifying than the Undead Scourge siege, and besides, isn't the Lich King with you?" Bowall said, pointing at Bai Lu.

"Looks like you've been doing well for the past few years." Wu Ming found a chair in the monastery and sat down.

"In general, I think it's much more enjoyable to be a recruit coach than a grand duke." Bolval poured himself a glass of water, "Do you want to drink?" There is still some stock in the monastery if desired. ”

"No, I don't like to drink." Wu Ming also poured himself a glass of water, "Actually, I originally wanted to enter Stormwind City to find you, but I felt your breath when I teleported to the Elwin Forest just now, so I came here directly." ”

"It seems that those guys in Stormwind are quite lucky, if you enter Stormwind City, it will be more chaotic than being marched into the palace by orcs." Bolval teased.

"I didn't even know I had this deterrent." Wu Ming said helplessly.

"Would you like to try it out with me?" Bolval said suddenly.

"How can you think that?" Wu Ming felt that Boval's mention was a little boring, he was too far from his own strength, and fighting with himself was simply looking for abuse.

"No way, although it's easy to be a recruit coach, but my bones are about to rust, it's rare for you to be here, it's good to find you to practice." Bolval was a man of action, and he said that he had picked up the weapon he had just laid down.

"I see you're bored and panicked, so you're looking for abuse." Wu Ming stood up and stretched.

"Your mouth is still so bad." As Bolval spoke, they walked to a square in the Abbey of the North County.

"What if we tear down the North County Abbey later? I can't afford it. Wu Ming said with a smile.

"I don't think you're worried about money, I think you're worried about what your sister will do to you." As for Wu Ming's situation, Bolwal knows a lot about it.

"I said, Bolvar, you don't need to be taunted like this if you want to find a smoke." Wu Ming had already drawn out the crimson, Bolval didn't dare to be careless, this sword was a weapon slightly lower than the Frost Sorrow and the Ash Bringer, of course, he didn't know that as Wu Ming's strength increased, the quality of the Crimson would also increase, and now the quality of the Crimson even surpassed that of the Frost Grief and the Ash Bringer.

Suddenly, Boval shouted and charged Wu Ming with all his strength, he knew that even if he attacked with all his strength, it would be impossible to hurt Wu Ming, so he could use all his strength without any scruples, which was also the reason why he was looking for Wu Ming to fight, anyway, there was no danger, there was a free practice object, why not.

Wu Ming didn't dodge, but just used the crimson sword spire to the edge of Boval's shield, and borrowed the soft force to throw the power of Boval's charge to the side, but Boval is also a master of the national limit, and quickly reacted, and when the attack direction of the shield was deflected, he slashed at Wu Ming's head with his sword. But this time Wu Ming still didn't dodge, but just flicked the surface of Bo Var's sword with the index finger of his left hand, and Bo Val's sword slashed over Wu Ming's head, but he couldn't touch a single hair of Wu Ming.

At the same time that both of Bolval's attacks were neutralized, Wu Ming slashed at Bolval's shoulder with a crimson backhand, but Bolval was faster than him, and quickly retreated before Crimson slashed his shoulder, narrowly avoiding Wu Ming's slash, at which point Bolval threw his shield and used it as a throwing prop.

"Bolvar, your trick is really unkind, whose throwing is so big." Wu Ming flicked his shield into the air with crimson.

"Don't worry about these details, it's just a competition anyway." Taking advantage of the moment when Wu Ming blocked the shield, Boval rushed in front of Wu Ming again and stabbed Wu Ming in the abdomen with a sword.

"Well, I don't have to be so kind." Bowval's sword did not stab Wu Ming, at this time Wu Ming had already pressed Crimson on the top of Bolval's blade, jumped above Bolval with Bolval's powerful thrust, and then grabbed the shield that had just been knocked away by himself, and smashed it on Bolval's head, and the game ended with Bergard's head in close contact with the ground.

"You kid really don't know how to write the word respect." Boval covered the bag on his head and said, although he was smashed hard by the shield, but with his national limit combat power, this attack could not really hurt him, but this was also considered a loss.

"That's if you threw the guy first, I still wanted to knock your sword off, otherwise I wouldn't know how to beat you." Wu Ming said undisciplinedly.

"Are you hurting me or complimenting me?"

"Praise your hear."

"I suddenly felt that I was really looking for abuse just now, and you didn't really fight me at all." Berval found a clean place to sit down.

"This is level suppression, if I hadn't fought Arceus in the Icecrown Fortress, I wouldn't have been beaten so badly by him." Wu Ming explained that now Wu Ming is already a world-class high-level master, and when he competed with Bovar just now, he did not use more strength and speed than the national level, but only relied on experience and skill to fight Boval.

It is often said that in the face of absolute power, skills and other things are in vain, this sentence is not entirely true, if the skills of the two sides are too far apart, even if they have far more power than the place, they will still lose in battle, just like Bolval just now.

The gap between the national level and the national limit is like the gap between a bullet and a nuclear bomb, but Wu Ming still won against Berval, because although he is now a world-class high-level, Wu Ming's level of knowledge even exceeds that of the ancient gods of Azeroth, and the ancient gods may not understand the nature of the world, from this point of view, Wu Ming's current skills are no longer available to world-class masters, and they may have surpassed the limitations of the world, so he now has the ability to be invincible at the same level.