More than two years ago, during the Battle of Quel'Thalas, Saléan had met with Randreso.

At that time, Sarren was still a rookie, and he was able to defeat and kill Jubiters while he was seriously injured.

Salalian, who relied on hard work to defeat the strong, left some impressions in Randreso's heart, and when they met again after more than 2 years, Randreso was surprised to find that he could no longer see through him.

"Stand down."

Lanteriso, who was in a somewhat complicated mood, waved off the nearby ogre, strode up to Sarjan, and subconsciously twisted the rosary on his chest and asked, "Long time no see, High Elves, how did you end up in Draenor?" ”

Sarjan spread his hands: "This is too long to say, to put it simply, the Horde was defeated in Azeroth, and the Alliance counterattacked Draenor, intending to recapture the three artifacts that were stolen by Neozu. ”

Rantreso had long guessed that the tribe would be defeated, and it was strange that the tribe had won a united alliance with the internal strife of the tribe at the time.

"Naozu? Three artifacts? ”

Lanteriso scratched his bare head in confusion: "What does this have to do with Naozu, hasn't he been ruined by Gul'dan a long time ago?" ”

Although the Warsong Clan participated in the second invasion of the Horde as the main force, their army did not start from Nagrand.

Long before the Dark Gate opened, when the tribes gathered, the warriors of the tribes were summoned to the Hellfire Fortress to station.

News of the Warsong Clan's departure from the Hellfire Citadel did not reach Nagrand, and Lanteriso knew nothing about it.

"You can go out of the mountain to find out the details yourself."

Sallian pulled out Quelcella from his back and put it on his shoulder: "The main purpose of my coming today is to fulfill a wish and eliminate a knot. ”

"I want to defeat the Sword Saint of the Fireblade Clan with my own hands, and vent the sullenness that I once was pressed and beaten by Samuro."

"Samuro?"

Lanteriso raised an eyebrow: "He's still alive?" ”

Samuro and Rantreso are the only two of them who still retain a sense of honor, and due to their common topic, the relationship between the two is not bad.

Samuro is arguably Lanteriso's only confidant among the orc tribe.

"It's alive, but that guy is wandering around Azeroth, trying to rediscover himself through his travels."

"We can't find him to recover the original debt, so we can only use you, the Fire Blade Sword Saint, to vent our anger first."

Salian smiled playfully at Randreso, "You're okay, are you?" ”

"Hahaha!"

Rand Swiss laughed heartily, "Someone is willing to admit that I am the Sword Master of the Fireblade Clan, and I am too late to be happy." ”

"Besides, you have come to the door openly, as a fireblade swordmaster who values glory, I, Lanteriso Fireblade, accept your challenge!"

Rantreso clenched his sword in both hands and took a stance, shouting with excitement on his face: "Come on! Fight it out! ”

Since abandoning his fellowship with the Horde and fleeing back to Draenor, it had been a long time since Lanteriso had experienced a close fight, and he had to train the ogres on a daily basis.

Sometimes he suspected that his sword was starting to rust and his fighting skills had deteriorated.

Although it is not clear what Sarren's strength is now, it can be judged from the condensed momentum on his body, which is completely different from two years ago, that this former rookie is no longer what it used to be.

This one-on-one duel is not a makogora for status, but more like a battle between two competing warriors.

Valera and Stella Goussa consciously withdrew from the battle circle, ceding the stage to Sarren and Rantreso.

'Hawkeye! ’

After entering the combat mode, Sarian can unleash hostility with impunity and spy on Rantreso's statistic status.

Character: Randreso Fireblade

Race: Half-orc (Draenei half-blood)

Condition: Mildly excited, high morale

Combat Class: Level 53 Juggernaut (Special Class) (Legendary Template), Level 25 Warrior

If you look at the panel alone, Sarena is no match for Randreso.

However, due to Sarren's further development of the dragon bloodline, his regular strength increase has been further improved.

Although there is no guarantee that they will be able to cross the gap between the elite and the legend, at least it will not easily turn into a one-sided battle.

"Wind Walk."

After both sides were ready, Lanteriso did not hesitate to activate the special skill of the Juggernaut, and his figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

With both hands on the hilt of his sword, Saleien closed his eyes and closed his senses of smell and taste, focusing more on hearing and touch.

Wind Walk can make Juggernaut invisible for a short period of time, but they still generate a surge of air currents when they move, and they also make a corresponding sound when they step on the ground.

Juggernaut is, after all, a special class that tends to be close to a warrior, and is not as specialized as a thief in stealth operations.

Rantreso's bare feet on the ground were very slight, but Sarena had strengthened his ears by closing off the other three senses, and he could hear Rantreso accelerating toward him.

When the air flow behind him suddenly became sharp, Sarian immediately opened his eyes, turned around with his left foot as the axis.180 turned around, and used centrifugal force to accelerate and swing his greatsword.

"Bell!"

The slashing sword collided head-on with the greatsword, and both of their movements paused for a moment under the feedback of the other's attack power.

"Good!"

Feeling the power of the Sarian greatsword, Rantreso became even more excited.

He's had had enough of one-sided battles, and longs for a fight to the death that will allow him to fight to the death, even if it costs him his life.

This is the typical way of thinking of orcs, who believe that dying in battle is a glorious thing, and that dying in bed is shameful.

Most elderly orcs on the verge of death consciously leave their homeland in search of a battle that will free them.

"Suck ~"

Salaen took a deep breath, and through his movements, Rantreso guessed that the other party was about to shout a war cry, but he didn't know which one it was.

'Command roar?' Battle Cry? Or is it the roar of the dragon? ’

Out of caution, Lanteriso, who is experienced in combat, kept a hand and did not take the initiative to attack.

"Roar!!"

The Dragon's Roar of the Plus version suddenly exploded, and Valera and Stella Gosa, who had expected it, skillfully gagged their ears in advance.

The onlookers were stunned by the roar of the dragon at hand, and their feet went limp.

Some ogres couldn't control their center of gravity and sat on the ground in embarrassment.

Rantriso, who was facing the impact, was also so roared that his ears were buzzing, and he bit his lower lip hard, using the pain to force himself to come back to his senses as soon as possible.

Saljan didn't give Rantreso a chance to adjust, and he charged with his feet on the ground, rushing in front of Rantreso and raising his sword.

Just as Sarren was about to pull Quelcell down, Lantresso's body suddenly shook slightly as if the graphics were distorted.

'What is this?' ’

Saliando kept an eye on it, retracting a few of his strength as he slashed his weapon.

Quelcera hit Lanteriso without hindrance, but Sarren didn't feel any feedback from the entity.

'Afterimage? ’

A chill suddenly rose in his heart, and Sarean's body moved faster than his brain, and he subconsciously rolled to the side to dodge.

"Boom!"

The sharp sword grazed Sarjan's long fluttering hair and sliced into the ground, and the wind brought by the knife left a shallow wound on the side of Sarjan's face.

Licking the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth, Salian didn't dare to be careless, and stood the big sword in front of him to regroup.

After missing the blow, Rantreso said with emotion: "Compared to two years ago, you are like two people." ”

"I've worked hard enough to myself, but the speed of progress is completely heaven and earth compared to yours, how the hell do you exercise?"

"Heh~"

Salian chuckled and replied, "If you're like me, you've traveled half the world and gone through a lot of experience that can shape the future direction of the world, you'll also make great progress. ”

"Haha! Unfortunately, that's not my way. ”

"Hum~"

Rantreso raised his sword again: "This is the end of the temptation, come on!" In the second round, I'm going to get serious! ”

"I can't ask for it!"

……

At the same time, the delegation of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, led by Crassus, officially entered Draeno through the Dark Gate.

"Hmm!"

One of the female dwarfs covered her nose in disgust: "What kind of smell is this?" It's too pungent. ”

Another male dwarf with blue hair said with a serious expression, "Evil energy, high concentration of evil energy. ”

The female Night Elf with waist-length hair frowned and asked, "Crassus, are you sure the person who summoned us can be trusted?" This land...... I don't feel any life. ”

A silver-haired male Night Elf beside Crassus smiled gently, "I believe Crassus, the person who gathered us can be said to be our savior, or the child of Inas, I don't think he would joke about such a thing." ”

"Inas ......"

The corners of the female Night Elf's mouth twitched, "You only make me more upset when you say that...... Forget it, I trust you. ”

The male dwarf crossed his hands on his hips and looked into the distance: "So, how do we find him?" ”

Crassus was the first to transform back into the dragon archetype: "According to the rumors brought by Sarrentoronin, the ultimate goal of the Alliance Expeditionary Force is the Dark Temple in Shadowmoon Valley, and he will definitely go there to participate in the final battle. ”

"Anyway, let's go to Fort Glory first and ask for directions, and by the way, let's inquire about the situation in this world."