In Azeroth, there was no such nonsense as "the son of a daughter cannot sit down", and in almost all battles, the commanders, whether they were kings or chiefs, were often on the front lines. In the eyes of the soldiers, he is the horn, he is the banner, he is the spear that breaks the formation, and he is the edge of the general! Anduin Lothar, Sal, Varian Ureon, Kane Blood......hoof, whether it is a tribe or an alliance, these glorious names carry forward this tradition and penetrate deeply into the hearts of everyone.

And the culmination of this tradition is the collar of both sides. A life-and-death fight between the sleeves! The Horde calls it Maca Gora, and the Alliance calls it the Duel of Glory! Even on the battlefield, this tradition must be respected, and the life-and-death battle between Alliance Commander Anduinlothar and Tribal Chieftain Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction at the foot of the Blackstone Mountains more than a decade ago is well known to the people of Azeroth.

In Draenor, the Burning Legion's influence on the orcs is not one-sided. While the demons contaminated and eventually enslaved the orcs with their evil powers, the orc tradition of Macagora was also spread to the Burning Legion, and there was no other entertainment to satisfy the appetite of the chaotic, vitriol-filled demons. For the first time, this form of dueling arose among the demons, especially those who liked close flesh. A warm welcome from the Demon Race Fury Guard, Demon Guardian, Abyss Lord, and Doom Guard.

Therefore, the first time he recognized the human king, Kurul proposed his own life-and-death challenge, and Varian did not hesitate to give his own response.

"Come on, dog thing!" The King exclaimed contemptuously, "You will pay the price of death for the sins you committed against Stormwind!" ”

With his shouts of rage, behind him, General Marcus silently clutched a banner and walked up, he was the flag bearer of the Royal Guards of Stormwind, which was his duty.

Humans and demons stepped back, making a large space in the middle of the hall.

Marcus clutched the flagpole and cruised around the clearing, then planted the flag firmly on the ground. The tail of the flagpole made of black iron was nailed deep into the cracks of the marble tiles, and it was inserted a foot into it.

"In the name of the Light, the King will win!" He roared loudly.

"The king will win!" An earth-shattering roar rang out from the human camp. Everyone was convinced that their king would win the battle to the death, especially in the battle of Onexia's Dragon's Lair, where Varian's strength and courage had conquered the hearts of every subject.

"Hey, you boring humans are just going to make these shows!" In the demon camp, Kurul sneered disdainfully. He lifted the Abyss Decapitation Sword in his hand, stepped out of the crowd, and walked towards the field.

Although it is a little unreliable, Kurul is not as stupid as it seems, he knows that things have developed so far, and his original purpose of this raid has been completely deviated, and the mission to find the fragments of the Dragonlord's Blade has completely failed, but if he can cut off the head of a human king, it will be enough to make up for the impact of this failure. As for the paladins and court mages who were arriving, sorry, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

The king brought the two swords together and reassembled them into the two-handed sword Sarameni. The former is better suited for dogfight, but when it comes to duels, Sarameni is more powerful.

"Demon, do you want to know how to die?" The king asked, with his head held high, expressionless. He looked very calm, but those who knew him well knew that endless anger was surging beneath this calm exterior, like a silent volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Kurul didn't speak, only replied with a deafening roar. In the next second, just as Varian had expected, Kurul rushed towards him like a wild boar.

Almost at the same time, Varian also charged. Like two comets colliding, the two sharp weapons slammed together, and the powerful impact force caused the owner of the weapon to stagger back a few steps at the same time.

For both sides, it was a temptation: the demon sensed the power of a human that was completely incompatible with his low size (as opposed to the Doom Guard), and he suspected that he was facing a trumpet ogre in human skin. At the same time, Varian learns that strength alone is not enough to deal with the opponent in front of him, and he must change his tactics.

Once again, the two duelists fought fiercely. This time, instead of fighting Kurul, Varian began to use his speed advantage to fight the demons. But to his surprise, the Doom Guard's massive size was not clumsy, and with the assistance of Demon Bat Wings, he could keep up with the speed of humans whether it was turning or dodging.

The situation is at a stalemate, but both sides of the duel are convinced that they will win the life-and-death battle, and all around, humans and demons are frantically cheering for their commanders, and no one notices that Diego is watching in amazement from a large tree outside the throne hall. He didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse, from a battle of life and death to the current heads-up. This is a national war, not a black war. Society. Will grab the turf!

For Diego, who has seen the all-encompassing war on Earth, this scene in front of him is like child's play, is it true that after the defeat of one side of the duel, the army under his command will automatically admit defeat? With Diego's knowledge of the Burning Legion, this is simply impossible! And if King Varian is unfortunately killed in battle, the human army will have no choice but to take revenge and fight to the end.

He subconsciously picked up his gun and aimed it at Kurul, who was fighting against Varian. The latter is more than a meter taller than the former, so there is no need to worry about accidental injury. But after a few seconds, he released his index finger pressed against the trigger, because for any help from his own side would be seen as an insult to a human or orc in a life-and-death struggle, especially if honor was valued above life.

Just like in his previous life, Garrosh Hellroar, who noticed that Magaza had smeared poison on the blade of his axe, wrote to the old woman in a fit of rage after the duel victory, saying, "I realize that you have taken away my honor and kill...... Such a tactic suits your dishonorable clan, but I spurn it...... I want to play Kane fair and play it out with my ability. But now I can never know who is higher, and the treacherous title will follow in my footsteps, unless I can stick your head in the tip of a spear......"

Diego believes that when it comes to valuing a sense of pride, Varian is no different from Garrosh. If today, he shoots Kurul, even one shot, his relationship with the king will be over, maybe Varian will not give him substantial punishment, but what future can a nobleman who has lost the trust of the lord have?

Diego sighed and removed the muzzle from Kurul, but the next moment, he quickly moved the muzzle back again.

Through the scope of the gun, he saw among the demons behind Kurul that an Eredar Warlock was rapidly changing his gestures, a barely visible evil aura rippling between his fingers. Diego immediately recognized that it was a spell of corrosion, which could unknowingly corrode the target's vitality and stamina, making it weak, and it was the only choice to secretly harm people, especially when the target was in a life-and-death struggle.

"Damn it, I got you!" Diego grinned and smiled. 2k reading web