On the northwest border of the Odan, at the exit of the Endless Mountains, it is now time for caravans to pass, and the number of chariots and horses has begun to increase, and it is very lively during the day, but at night it is still a frequent season for Warcraft activities.

The caravans in the Shining Path were all encamped and defended, and the junctions were much quieter and more crowded, but tonight the situation was different, and all the caravans and guilds that were resting in nearby towns were driven away by heavily armed knights, and ordered to go to the next town to rest.

The sharp-eyed people saw that among the knights, in addition to the regular knights of the Odan Empire, there were also guard knights with the badge of the Church of Light on their chests.

It has been inferred that this should have come to the upper echelons of the church.

The one-eyed officer of the small nearby fort was involved in the drive, and because he was familiar with the local situation, he acted as a guide.

After a busy day, the officer returned to his lodgings, informed the guards outside that he had to go to bed early at night because of the fatigue of the day, and tried not to disturb him, and then locked them himself and went into the basement under the bed.

The candlestick with his eyeballs was still quietly placed on the table, and the officer who walked up to him cut his middle finger and dripped blood on it, and the candlestick began to radiate light slowly, and the eyeball placed on it, as if it had lived, slowly rolled in the void above the candlestick.

The officer's eyes became a little hollow, and he said into the air:

"My lord, what I saw today, I think you also saw it, about five hundred knights came here, according to my observation, most of them are high-ranking warriors of the Church of Light, I should ......"

The eyes on the candlestick slowly turned, as if they were thinking about something, and just as they were about to say something, they suddenly began to swell, and there was a sharp shout:

"You idiot......"

Before the words fell, a sharp sword qi slashed down horizontally from mid-air, and the officer, candlestick, and eyeballs were all split in two and turned into two neat pieces.

Sword Saint Claude just stood in the courtyard, and he couldn't even see his sword swinging, after a sword slash, the Sword Saint turned around and left, leaving the small fortress, after a while, a north wind blew, and the fortress slowly cracked from the middle, the gap became bigger and bigger, and it collapsed.

The interface between the Endless Mountains and the Audan, the mountains and the plains do not even have the slightest transition, and the side of the Endless Mountains at the junction is full of hills and mountains, but on the side of Audan, it becomes a vast plain. Near the pass is a flat clearing, the top is very clean, this clearing is generally used for the caravan carriages and horses, before entering or leaving the mountain for the first and last time.

Archbishop Odin stood alone in the center of the clearing, letting the cold north blow against him, Odin staring at the passes of the Endless Mountains, not knowing what to think.

Suddenly, there was a gentle grinding sound in the air beside him, and Sword Saint Claude suddenly appeared beside him, nodded at him, and whispered:

"Sure enough, there is a lurking sentry here, and the information provided by the Empire's Spider Guild is accurate. ”

Odin didn't look back, looked ahead and continued to ask:

"Have you already disposed of it?"

Claude Juggernaut nodded and said:

"The most that Eyefiel's clone can know about his presence is revealed, and the others won't know much, after all, we only came here at night. ”

The archbishop did not say a word there, coughed lightly, and spoke:

"Let's take a stand, old man, they're already mad. ”

There was indescribable tiredness in his voice, and Claude groped for the narrow burden he was carrying, laughed a few times, and replied:

"I naturally chose to follow you because of the Church of Light you joined. ”

A smile of relief appeared on the corner of Archbishop Odin's mouth, but he immediately froze there, although it was winter, but because it was close to the mountains, the wind was not strong. Suddenly, a great cold wind rose on the ground, as if it were about to freeze a person.

The bishop and the sword master distanced themselves from each other, but their attention was nervously focused on the mountain pass, and a figure strode out, the cold wind seemed to be accompanied by him, as a powerhouse of the level of Odin and Claude, he would not be affected by heat and cold at all.

But what is in the cold wind is not cold, but a monstrous killing intent, this figure is surrounded by silver light all over his body, looking at the bishop and the sword saint standing outside, the figure hesitated there, but also stood still, and the silver light on his body slowly disappeared.

Standing inside is a werewolf, if the werewolf is a warrior, then it must be tall and strong, if it is a sacrifice, then it will be lean, but the werewolf in front of him seems to be on the thin side, of course, this emaciation is also for humans.

Equivalent to a tall human, with a big sword behind him, the furry wolf's head is uneven, looking messy, and wearing only a shabby leather robe on his body, such an orc, even in the werewolf tribe, can only exist as a labor slave.

However, the momentum of this werewolf seemed to be a raging wave, turbulent and huge, and it seemed to fill the entire heaven and earth standing there, and no one else existed.

The Endless Mountains at night, although it is now the season when Warcraft activities are very inactive, but at night it is still noisy and abnormal, only today is surprisingly quiet, as if it is a dead mountain that has been deserted.

The werewolf had already seen the two people in front of him, and the extremely humane squinting eyes on the wolf's head seemed to be because he couldn't see clearly because of the darkness at night, of course, in fact, the werewolf's vision at night was a gifted bonus. Both the Juggernaut and the Archbishop were there unmoved.

The werewolf with the big sword on his back laughed presumptuously and rudely, and the laughter spread far away in the open flatland, and the werewolf was not afraid of the two people in front of him at all, even if the two of them were already the strongest in this world, the werewolf laughed and said:

"You human beings always engage in such troublesome things, and people who are obviously very strong just suppress their breath, what is this, hypocrisy, hypocrisy!"

As he spoke, he untied the great sword he was carrying behind his back, and except for the handle that looked like a great sword, the other parts of the great sword were not so much a sword as a huge guillotine. The werewolf slowly raised the big sword, and the sound of the wind that began to whistle stopped instantly.

But a murderous aura slowly spread, Archbishop Odin took a step back quietly, Claude Sword Saint had already untied his burden, pulled out the long sword with a black sheath, held it firmly in his hand, and faced the werewolf without flinching, the archbishop calmly said in the back:

"It's been a long time, Lord Storm, the strongest warrior of the orcs. ”

The werewolf hung the tip of his sword on the ground, but his hands did not leave, which was the most effortless way to hold the sword, and he spoke:

"I lost once ten years ago, and if I don't beat you, I can't be said to be the strongest!"

The storm's words did not cause any ripples in Archbishop Odin's face, and he laughed and said softly there:

"Storm Sword Master, you won't have any chance of winning against the two of us, so let's go back and stay in the Endless Mountains for ten years, how about we continue to fight. ”

The smile on the beginning of the werewolf storm had long since been put away, his expression was serious, and he said word by word:

"I don't have time to wait for another ten years, my people are still waiting for me. ”

With a sharp and light sound, the figures of Werewolf Storm and Sword Saint Claude had disappeared in place in an instant. In the next moment, at a certain location in mid-air, there was a sudden sound of weapons colliding, and a strong storm erupted in the empty mid-air, with a certain point as the center.

Archbishop Odin stood there without moving, even the bishop's robe on his body did not fluctuate, but the trees more than a hundred meters behind him were under the impact of this storm, instantly broken, flying out, and the sound of armor being smashed could be heard, which was obviously more than a thousand knights around him.

Two completely different swords of different styles collided in mid-air, competing with each other, and the Sword Master and the Werewolf were actually stagnant in mid-air like that, kicking each other viciously, and no one was willing to back down.

Gravity, at this time, was completely useless, and the two swordsmen separated, as if they were reversing on the ground, and they clanged.

The movements of the two are not fast, even the knights from a distance can see the moves of the two people, the big sword of the werewolf storm is extremely simple, it is a chopping and stabbing, and there are basically no other movements except for chopping, but the sword saint Claude, who has always been known for the simplicity of the sword's movements.

The long sword in his hand was flying up and down, and the time for one action of the other party's werewolf, the sword master had to complete more than a dozen actions, but when the swords of the two sides reached the power action, they always collided together, and they couldn't help each other.