"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Suppressing his desire to kill, Bowval and the rest of the human hierarchy also sat back in their seats with dark faces. Strange then lifted the shield.

"What do I want to do?"

Breaking free from the encirclement of Catherine, Mindy, and the little mischievous, Wang Dali walked up to the Grand Duke of Berval with a look of surprise.

"It should be the Grand Duke of Bowval, what do you want to do?"

His face turned grim, and his eyes swept coldly over each of the generals who had just agreed to keep them in custody.

"After I came to this other world, I was invited by Brian Copperbeard to fight with you against the undead scourge, but now I am being confronted by a sword. Is this the hospitality of Stormwind? The human beings in this world are inevitably a little too rude, right? ”

"You!"

Bergall, who was sneered, stood up from his position abruptly, and looked at Wang Dali angrily with wide eyes. At this moment, he longed for the holy light to shoot out of his eyes, and biubiubiu killed the bastard in front of him.

Looking at Wang Dali and Boval, who were about to get up again, Luo Ning shook his head with a wry smile, and walked between the two to be peacemakers.

"Mr. Wang, please be calm, I think that the action of the Grand Duke of Bolwal just now was only out of caution, and in fact, there was no malicious intent. The expedition to Northrend was a high-profile event for all of Azeroth, with a lot to attend to on a daily basis. The Grand Duke is under a lot of pressure, and I hope you can understand. ”

"Of course I do. If he had malicious intentions, there would be no chance to stand here and talk to me now. ”

Wang Dali glanced at Boval with disdain, this paladin is not bad at the level of Azeroth humans, but in Wang Dali's eyes, I'm afraid that the Hulk can directly hammer him to death.

"Originally, I was planning to take action myself, cleanly take out the Lich King, and eliminate a great evil for Azeroth. But for now, I think we'd better follow the proper trading methods. ”

Being provoked repeatedly in front of so many high-ranking human beings, Bolval finally couldn't help it. He took out a white handkerchief from his arms, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Wang Dali.

"Enough of you megalomaniacal, I'm going to duel with you!"

"Okay."

Wang Dali took the handkerchief thrown by Boval and readily agreed.

……

Stormwind's Northwest Corner Harbor Wharf, where the Alliance forces boarded their ships. The guards of the port area of Stormwind City temporarily cleared an area under Berval's orders, and brought in a number of wooden crates for the top echelons of the Alliance to sit down.

Although this condition is rudimentary, no one disputes it. Because at this moment, their attention was attracted by Wang Dali and Boval who were surrounded in the middle.

"Come on, Grand Duke Berval!"

"Defeat him Boval! Let these people from other worlds know that we humans in Azeroth are not to be messed with! ”

"Berval, give this stranger a little color!"

Looking at the voices cheering for Bolval one after another, Naughty and Mindy shouted not to be outdone.

"Come on, Mr. Mighty!"

"Uncle Mighty kill him!"

Next to a few people, Wen Leisha walked over and asked Catherine, who had no worry on her face with some curiosity.

"Why, your husband is dueling with the Grand Duke of Bolval, don't you cheer him on?"

"No, you don't."

Catherine smiled and shook her head at Wen Lesa's question.

"Although I don't know what the strength of that Archduke of Boval is, Dali and I have been through several worlds, and there has never been a person who has been able to defeat him."

"Really?"

Hearing this, a glint flashed in Wen Leisha's eyes.

……

Unlike those who cheered on the 'audience', Bolval's expression in the stadium was much more serious. Anger vanished from his face, replaced by a look of solemnity and calmness.

He was dressed in blue, with golden plate armor on his shoulders, legs, and waist, and in his hands he held a two-handed heavy sword crafted by Stormwind's master blacksmiths.

In a regular duel between warriors, Boval and Wang Dali observed each other from a distance of ten meters.

Compared with Bolval, who was preoccupied with finding a flaw, Wang Dali naturally relaxed and stood in place. He beckoned to Bolval and motioned for him to attack first.

But instead of attacking, Boval asked the king vigorously.

"Where's your weapon?"

"It's not me who holds it up, these fists are my weapons. The most proficient weapon of human beings should be their own body. ”

Hearing Wang Dali say such a sentence that still made some sense, Bolval no longer bothered about his weapon. He clenched the two-handed heavy sword in his hand and rushed towards Wang Dali with a loud shout.

"Judgment!"

A bolt of light shot out from Boval's body, enveloping the heavy sword in his hand. At the same time, a golden pillar of light descended from the sky and struck the king vigorously.

In the face of such an attack, Wang Dali's response has always been only one - punching.

The punchbag-sized fist slammed out, colliding head-on with the holy light that fell from the sky. In the audience's somewhat surprised expressions, the golden pillar of light was crushed in an instant of contact with Wang Dali's fist, turning into points of light and dissipating in mid-air.

"Templar ruling!"

By the time the king vigorously broke through the Pillar of Judgment, Berval had already reached him. The glittering two-handed heavy sword in the opponent's hand swung down, allowing Wang Dali to feel the scorching divine energy covering this weapon at close range.

"Secret technique, two hands to the white blade!"

Shouting out the secret technique that did not exist, Wang Dali stretched out his hands and clipped the big sword that slashed at his head. Seeing this, Boval frowned slightly, and the sword in his hand tilted, leaning towards Wang Dali's shoulder.

Table tennis!

It's just that his sword was only halfway swung before he was stuck by Wang Dali with both hands. The scorching light energy could do nothing to take the skin of the king's might, and a crunching steel twist resounded from the two-handed heavy sword.

Boval could clearly see that this heavy sword, which had accompanied him for several years, was actually twisted and deformed under the squeeze of Wang Dali's hands, and even had the risk of being broken. He immediately stopped holding his hand, and the rich holy light energy in his body burst out.

"Holy Storm!"

The almost liquid energy of the Light formed a storm that tore through everything around Bowval. The air was distorted, and Wang Dali's clothes were instantly destroyed by the blade-like storm, revealing his undamaged body underneath.

The king ate the Holy Storm without being harmed, and the tricky situation caused Boval's eyes to shrink. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang vigorously let go of the heavy sword in his hand, and on the side of his body, he hit the steel plate armor on Boval's body with his shoulder.

"Lean against the mountain!"

Boom!

I had never seen such a martial art, and the Grand Duke of Bowval, who was hit by a blow before he could dodge, flew several meters as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. The heavy sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the whole person fell to the ground with a loud bang.