Thrall roared, "Orc, Frostwolf, why did you kill this innocent old man, this is not the glory of an orc. ”

Bloodthirsty Furious Fight laughed, "Ha, the glory of fart, Lao Tzu is from the studio, playing games is to make money, the glory is worth a few dollars, Lao Tzu can kill whoever he wants, can you care about it?" ”

"You don't deserve to be an orc!?" Thrall roared and leaped to his feet.

The bloodthirsty battle was also launched at the same time.

Savage Rush!

Bang, the muscled orc lord knocked Thrall upside down and flew out, and the strength of the two was no longer at the same level at all.

Bloodthirsty looked at Thrall who had fallen to the ground and sneered, "That's it...... Hehe, I thought it was hanging, but it was a waste that couldn't do anything, Lao Tzu's terrifying third-order big boss, a rare elite still dared to fight with me, it was just looking for death, come on, let me teach you what it means to fight. ”

After saying that, he picked up the axe and cut it down.

Thrall was knocked into the blow and realized the difference in power between the two, and one rolled backwards to dodge, and the two fought together.

At the same time, Arthas is also involved with the Frost Troll Chieftain who froze off his big teeth.

He was all too familiar with these frost trolls, and in the Battle of the Ice Wolf Plains, he led the Lordaeron legion against the army of frost trolls.

At that time, he was so eager that he didn't know how many trolls he had killed under his sword.

But now that he has lost the power of the Light and the protection of the army, it is another matter entirely to fight hundreds of frost trolls alone.

Even after special training at Tirio, he was still a little scrambled to be besieged.

The trolls worked together perfectly, with a dozen troll berserkers rushing up to him in hand-to-hand combat, and dozens of troll headhunters frantically throwing javelins and throwing axes.

Arthas slashed a few, but was knocked out by a series of ranged attacks that cost him nearly a thousand HP due to his lack of AOE skills.

No way! Strength can no longer be hidden.

Alsace is well aware that he has to give his all today.

He pulled out the Song of Ice and Fire suddenly, and he had fought with an ordinary steel sword before, but finally pulled out this legendary weapon.

Flame Blast!

With a swing of the sword, the flames turned into a fan-shaped wave of fire and rushed forward.

The burning trolls screamed and screamed.

Frozen Big Tooth looked surprised: "Are you - Arthas!?" ”

The reason why he was able to recognize this sword was because of the Battle of the Ice Wolf Plains back then, and he was also a member of the Frost Troll Clan, but at that time he was just an elite monster.

It was precisely because he killed several Lordaeron knights on the battlefield that he mixed up the identity of a mini-boss, and since then he has been out of control.

Now when I saw Alsace, who had killed all sides back then, I immediately recognized it.

Arthas also pretended: "That's right, it's me, I'm Arthas!" ”

Freeze off Big Fang (Frost Troll Chief): "You killed our Chieftain in the first place, today is also the time for you to pay the price, as long as I kill you, I will be the boss of the Frost Troll clan, hum, I will order the Frost Troll to become the overlord in this monster feast, come on Arthas, become a stepping stone to my rise - kill me!" ”

With a wave of his hand, countless throwing axes suddenly struck wildly towards Arthas.

Ice Shield!

Arthas activates the weapon effect again, and three shields made of frost surround him, and the bell bell! Constantly block enemy ranged attacks.

"Wind-help me!"

A dragon roared in the sky, the storm dragon swooped down, and a thunderous breath paralyzed the troll headhunters, Arthas took the opportunity to rush to the frozen fangs, and he still understood the truth that the thief captured the king first.

Combat Skill - Thrust!

This sword can be described as precise and sharp, and it freezes the chest of Big Tooth in the middle.

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1785！

For a non-hero skill, it can be described as extremely high.

However, for bosses with tens of thousands of HP, it's just a drizzle.

To Arthas's surprise, the amount of blood that had frozen off the big tooth was rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

+33, +33, +33 In a few seconds, three or four hundred HP was restored.

This is the racial talent of the troll race, the powerful healing power.

Arthas's heart sank, it seemed that there was going to be a hard fight, he glanced at Sal's position in the hotel, boy, you have to hold it yourself.

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Bang! Thrall was knocked to the ground again, and he struggled to his feet, his hand shaking as he held the tomahawk.

"I could spend the whole day with you!" Thrall roared.

"Hmph, just with your pitiful strength? You're no match for me at all, your strength is too weak, let me deal with you. ”

The blood-devouring frenzy is also a little annoyed, a rare elite actually makes it so difficult for him to fight, although he has always pressed the other party to fight, but this kid is very coquettish, and he can't hurt it.

Looks like it's going to have to be bigger.

Roar!

Savage roar!

Instantly enter a state of rage.

Charge!

Bang, the impact sent Sal staggering backwards.

Rage Strike!

The tomahawk slashed wildly, and Thrall was overwhelmed, clanging, barely blocking three attacks, only to be shaken away by the fourth blow.

Skull Split!

Bang, it almost knocked Sal's head out.

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1873 (coma)!

Sal's blood bar bottomed out in an instant, and the whole person fell into a coma.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

(Is my strength still too weak, am I going to die?) ）

In a split second of losing consciousness, Sal thought.

In a trance, he seemed to return to his childhood in the Frostwolf Clan.

"Uncle Sarufar, what is power? Why is everyone looking for strength? ”

"That's the power!" Sarufar raised his arms, his bulging muscles exaggerated.

"The strength of a warrior comes from the courage in the heart, and the anger in the blood, courage makes you fearless, and anger makes you full of strength, but don't be carried away by anger, release the anger in your heart against your enemies, let the fury will dominate your body, this is the power of a warrior.

Pick up arms little thing, let me see what you're up to. ”

Sal wielded his small axe and swung it with all his might, but suddenly lost his center of gravity and almost fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, you're still too young, you can't understand these yet, when you grow up, you'll naturally understand, come, let me teach you a few tricks, look at it."

"It's called Dreadnought! This trick is called Whirlwind Slash! There is also this trick, this is the mastery of our Thor Clan, Storm Strike, I don't teach ordinary people. ”

Thrall looked at Sarufar's combat skills in ignorance, each blow was so powerful that it was enough to crack the mountain and crack the rocks, and his mouth grew big.

"Father, what is power? Why people are looking for it. ”

Durotan looked at Sal lovingly, "Strength comes from your patience, from your control of timing, to catch the prey, the hunter must always remain calm, grasp the timing of the shot, and kill with one blow."

Remember, a hunter is also a prey, always be vigilant in the forest, never be careless, come on, son, I'll show you what a real hunter is. ”

A herd of reindeer was herded out of the woods, and Durotan first calmed down, his eyes locked, and then he burst out of his hand, his axe circling to split a reindeer in two.

Spinning Throw!

Throw the net!

Raptor Strike!

Dance of the Frost Wolves!

In the blink of an eye, five or six reindeer had fallen to the ground, each of which was killed with a single blow, without any mud or water.

"Do you see?"

Sal shook his head ignorantly.

There was a mother's laughter.

"Durotan, Gouyl is too young to learn to hunt."

"Hmph, he's my Durotan son, and I was able to hunt cave bears when I was six years old......"

The scene in front of him changed again, and Sal saw Samuro, slashing at the blade in his hand against the wind.

"Uncle Samuro, what's the power?"

"Strength is speed, sheer speed, and sheer precision, the flesh is incomparably fragile in the face of steel, as long as you are fast enough to kill the enemy before they kill you, you can win the battle. It's like this—"

Wind Slash!

brush, the blade of the sword slashed out, and a leaf was split in two from the stem.

"As long as the speed is fast enough and the accuracy is high enough, you can kill everything, the way of the sword is the way of the wind, feel the wind, control the wind, and become the wind - look at little Gouyle."

He kicked on the nearby tree, and the moment the leaves fell, the blade swung out again.

Wind Slash!

Slash with the wind!

Storm of the Wind!

Storm of Blades!

Samuro's figure was like a whirlwind, and the fallen leaves fell into a meat grinder in the whirlwind, and when Samuro's figure stopped, hundreds of leaves were split in half from the middle.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Samuro's appearance spun, but he fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, little Gouyle, you're still too young, it took me a lifetime to learn this trick......"

"Grandpa Drektar, what is power?"

"Power is the element, and the world is full of elemental power, calling on them, and if you can get a response, you can control everything, the power of storms, fire, earth, and flowing water...... Look at it. ”

Drektar pointed to a boulder not far away.

Wind!

A whirlwind swirled around Drektar, and with a wave of his hand, it turned into a whirlwind that swept the boulder directly into the air.

Flame!

The flames converged in his hands and blasted out with a punch that shattered the boulder to pieces.

In the midst of the rubble, Drektar summoned the elemental power once again.

Earth!

Boom, an earthen wall rose in an instant, blocking all the rubble, but Thrall was hit on the head by a piece of rubble because he was standing far away.

It hurts!

Drektar was startled and hurriedly waved his hand.

Stream!

Brush, the green light flashed, and the wound on Sal's body healed instantly.

"See, this is the power of the elemental power."

Sal watched ignorantly, and the four figures in front of him gradually blurred and overlapped.

He snapped his eyes open, the sharp pain receding from his head, and for a moment, it seemed as if he had recalled many forgotten memories in his mind.

(End of chapter)