At this time, the city lord appointed by Aishara, the archmage Elisander, hurriedly ordered his subordinates to extinguish the fire, and sent the mages in the city to rebuild the defensive magic array.

The masters in the city came out together, killing enemies everywhere, among which the magic swordsman Oruel can be said to be extremely dazzling, this female swordsman of the demon and martial arts double cultivation rushed left and right, several arcane clones cooperated with the actions of the body, her body was like the wind, and the sword was like electricity, not to mention the bloody crow man, and even the brave and warlike Ochida people had three people who died under her sword.

After Sargeras came into contact with the Night Elves, the Elves abandoned their arcane magic in favor of learning the ways of sorcerers who draw power from demons.

The Demon Swordsman was unwilling to give up the arcane arts, so he could only find another way to mix the arcane into his martial arts.

The sharp female swordsman immediately caught the attention of the Legion of Hope.

The leader of the Odaqi, the legendary warrior Toranal, flew to Sulamar from another elven city.

"Good swordsmanship! But you're no match for me! "As a warrior who can go over and play two moves in Sargeras himself, Toranal has a very high vision, and even he gives the magic swordsman enough respect.

"Then you can come and try it!" The Demon Swordsman strengthened herself with arcane magic, and she transformed into several arcane clones, striking Toranal from four directions, front, back, left, right, and right.

"Hehe, a kid's trick." Toranal held the Odaqi Blade and charged at the Demon Swordsman with even greater agility.

His face was navy blue, his shirt was bare, his neck, shoulders, and ribs were covered in rather cumbersome magical patterns, and the blade in his hand slashed a clone of the Demon Swordsman with a single move.

Both of them were quick moves, jumping from the street to the top of the house, then hitting the tower all the way, and the next moment they both hit the ground again.

The aftermath of the attack was very strong, from time to time there were swords left scratches on the walls and ground, the magic swordsmen were reluctant to harm civilians, Toranal liked to fight but would not kill ordinary people, their battlefield slowly approached the edge of the city, close to Illidan and Tyrande hiding in the shadows.

"It's a magic swordsman!" Tyrande knew all the high-level people in Sulama, but it belonged to the level where she knew others and others didn't know her.

At this time, Illidan was just a commoner, and no one wanted to teach him supernatural powers.

Although he was trying to listen, there were shouts of killing all around, and the sound was too chaotic.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's the situation?" Who will win? ”

Even if the entire city of Surama is indifferent to Illidan, he doesn't want his home to be attacked by a group of 'outsiders', no matter how bad he is now, at least he is still alive, if the city is breached, it will be difficult to say.

He was quite concerned about the outcome of the battle.

Tyrande also messed up in this timeline, as a priest who couldn't resonate with the power of Sargeras's evil powers, she was no different from an apprentice now, and she couldn't understand the fast-paced battles in the distance.

After a long time, she didn't say anything good.

But soon she won't need to think about winning or losing.

Toranal and the Demon Swordsman fought more than fifty moves.

Due to the Night Elves' abandonment of the Arcane Way, the Demon Swordsman and a small number of Arcane users had to go underground.

Magic, like science, can't be done behind closed doors, it needs to communicate, it needs a lot of practitioners, and today's Night Elves are all warlocks, and there is no condition for communication at all.

The Demon Swordsman is a little weaker than the original time and space, and following the Hope Legion to collect 'personnel' everywhere, seeing a lot of knowledge, broadening his horizons, and absorbing the essence of the martial arts of various races, Toranal is slightly stronger than he once was.

Of course, this kind of strength is useless for Titans, and if you punch 9999, no matter how good your martial arts are, it's useless.

However, this kind of progress can be very fatal for the Demon Swordsman.

The Odaqi people did not have the habit of keeping their hands in battle, and the blade in Toranal's hand flew up and down, and the powerful kick made the magic swordsman stagger, and then he raised his battle blade high, and slashed the opponent's long sword with a powerful sword, and then cut his wrist horizontally, and cut the magic swordsman's neck cleanly with a single sword.

After thinking about it, Toranal was stained with the blood of the other party and drew an extra stroke on the magic pattern under his ribs, which meant that he had defeated another opponent, but this opponent's strength was not too strong to be recorded in important places such as the heart.

"Huh?" He looked not far away at Tyrande and Illidan, who were trying to dodge, but couldn't dodge.

The idea of machismo made Illidan stand in front of Tyrande, and both of them trembled a little.

Toranal raised his blade flat, and he was ready to let his opponent attack first.

But then it turns out that something is wrong.

"A man born blind?" Toranal couldn't help but be surprised.

The Eredas and the Odaqi are both genetically very strong races, and it is true that they have low fertility, but they are almost none.

According to his observations, the Night Elves should also be such a race, otherwise it would not be worth attacking with such fanfare.

The truth is pretty much the same, Toranal looks left and right.

The physical condition of the night elf civilians is presented in front of them, and those with disabilities are really the ones in front of them.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the weak. Then, the Odaqi just need to fight, we don't need any hope, but I think you need this. Illidan certainly didn't understand what he said, but he tossed a golden coin with a golden eagle on the front and a rising sun in the mountains on the back.

Illidan caught the coin by surprise, and Tyrande wanted to give him a look, meaning that it was better not to ask for something of unknown origin, but then he thought that his companion was blind, and this look was in vain.

"You have what it takes to be a good fighter, and when your eyes return to normal, I will come to take your life again!" Toranal screamed, and his mount immediately came to pick him up and led him to another battlefield.

"What did he say? What is the expression? Neither Illidan nor Tyrande understood Toranal's language, but Tyrande described each other's expressions, and Illidan even guessed and roughly understood.

He clenched the gold coin, and the thought quickly crossed his mind.

If the other party kills him now, it will be really easy, but for this so-called fair duel, he must pull up his own strength, what is the mystery of this gold coin he gave?

......

The first wave of the Legion of Hope was not strong, at most it was a temptation, and after half a day, the soldiers of the various allied races, the Ravens and the Ochidars retreated one after another, and the commander of Ereda docked the war fortress in the orbit of Azeroth, which was like an extra sun in the sky for the intelligent life of Azeroth.

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