"Bell! Clang! ”

The one-on-one duel between Nagran Havalo, Sarayan and Randreso continues.

After recovering from the shock of the dragon's roar, the big, thick-skinned men continued to watch the battle with relish as if nothing had happened.

"Suppress!"

After a habitual dodge, Sarian immediately unleashed the Surefire Suppression Skill, just in time when he was stuck in the opponent's posture and could no longer dodge with the old timing.

At the last moment, Rantreso, who was in a cold sweat, raised his sword and barely stopped Quelcella's powerful slash.

However, due to the haste of force, Rantreso's sword was smashed open by the greatsword.

However, because of this barrier, it leaves some room for Randreso to react.

Quelcella's blade grazed Lanteriso's unarmored left chest, leaving a shallow wound on his bare chest.

This injury will not be fatal, but it will certainly have a certain effect on Rantreso's combat ability.

Unforgiving, Saljan immediately launched the gods to descend to further increase his strength in all aspects, and the first blow of the powerful giant struck at the staggering and retreating Lanteriso.

Due to the ongoing realignment of abilities related to dragonization, Saljan did not launch a new version of the dragonman transformation that had not yet been perfected.

The all-round blessings bestowed by the gods have put a lot of pressure on Rantreso.

Finally getting used to the strength and speed of Sarean's attacks, Lanteriso's muscle memory was nullified thanks to this special ability.

Sarjan, who wielded a big sword to attack, pressed forward step by step, and Lantreso, who had lost the opportunity, was forced to retreat.

"Gan! Reckless! ”

Seeing that he had been forced to the edge of the field and had no way back, Lantreso gritted his teeth and decided to fight hard.

"Huh!"

Keeping Quelcella out of the way once more, Lanteriso seized the opportunity to unleash the mirror clone.

The four Rantreso, who couldn't see through the real and fake, surrounded the Sarena, and began to circle violently in place with their swords.

"Storm of Blades!"

The 4 Sword Masters unleashed a storm of blades at the same time, not to mention the oppressive force brought to the enemy, the sand and gravel brought up by the 4 orcs who were spinning in crazy circles were enough to cover the sky and the sun.

Sarean couldn't tell which one was real with the naked eye, and he didn't bother to do it carefully.

"Roar!"

Unleash the dragon's roar again, and the area-of-effect sonic attack shatters all three remnants, leaving only Lantresso's still-spinning body.

"Drink!"

As the clone dissipated, Sarjan took a heroic leap to the position of his main body, and jumped from above into the eye of the Blade Storm, just as he had done against Samuro.

Unlike the last time, Sarren, who had been prepared, jumped very resolutely, so resolute that Lantreso didn't even react.

In mid-air, Salian adjusted his posture and slashed down, and Lanteriso, who had no time to adjust his movements, could only use the centrifugal force of rotation to throw the war knife diagonally into the air.

"Bell!!"

Still in the state of the gods, Salian closed the realm gap with Rantreso, and the weapons of the two collided again, making an unprecedented loud noise, and they were evenly matched.

With the help of the shock force, Sarren flipped backwards in mid-air and landed steadily, but Lantreso, who had just come out of the rapid spinning state, was unsteady on his feet, and he took several steps backwards in succession and could not stand firm.

By the time he was half-kneeling and adjusting his posture to regroup, the more prepared Sarrean had already put Quelcella around his neck.

"Ha ......"

Lantreso smiled helplessly, plunged his war knife into the ground, and said calmly with his still bleeding chest: "I lost, you win the fair and take my life." ”

Salaan smiled and shook his head, carrying Quelcella back onto his shoulders.

"I am the victor, and naturally it is determined according to our customs, and as the victor, I have the right to make a request to you."

Rantreso asked suspiciously, "What request?" ”

Sarian smiled and pulled Lanteriso up: "Our forces want to enter Nagrand and seize a piece of territory, I need a landlord to help us plan, avoid risks, and obtain Nagrand's resources in a peaceful way as much as possible." ”

Since the fall of the Ogre's Gorian Empire, Nagrand has vacated vast swaths of territory.

With the remnants of the Warsong Clan in the hands of Draenor, it is obviously impossible to snatch those territories.

Salajan has his sights set on the lands that are temporarily ownerless.

But the Warsong clan is near the only way in and out of Nagrand, and if they want to make a living in this land, they will inevitably have to deal with them after all.

Saljan was unaware of the customs of the orcs, and he did not know anyone among them.

Lanteriso, a half-orc half-Draenei, could serve as a bridge between the two sides.

Sarean believed that the Warsong Clan would not want to clash with other forces today.

But the Warsong Clan's consistently tough style makes it difficult for them to pull down their faces, and it is best for someone to provide them with an excuse to be decently subdued.

Randreso wasn't stupid, he understood the meaning of Sarjan's words.

"You want me to help you convince the Warsong Clan?"

"That's right."

Randreso hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement to Sarren's request.

"If it's true that the main force of the Warsong Clan is still trapped in Azeroth, as you say, I'm more sure I'll be able to convince them to turn a blind eye to outsiders."

"The premise is that you guarantee that your forces will not invade the traditional territory of the Warsong Clan."

Sarjan said solemnly, "Nagrand is big enough, and I believe that this land has room for other forces to settle in. ”

'The Draenei, who are in ruins, will not have the energy to take revenge on the Warsong Clan for the time being, "for the time being." ’

……

After his victory over Randreso, Sarena asked him as the victor to help with the arrival of the Delaneei and Alliance Expeditionary Force.

The trip to Nagrand achieved two goals at once.

Saljan fought the Orc Juggernaut again, and was victorious, breaking the knot and fulfilling his promise to Maladar by the way.

Next, Rantreso would take his ogre men to "visit relatives" of the weakened Warsong Clan and discuss something amicably with them.

The three of them returned to Oakington the same way and told the good news to the two archbishops, Nelly and Maladale.

At the same time, the Alliance Expeditionary Force had arrived at the gates of the Dark Temple, fighting the orcs who were defending the temple.

Anyway, Onexia hasn't sent a signal yet, and being idle is also idle.

Knowing that the final battle has begun, Sarean plans to join in the fun and see if he can help the Alliance stop Naozu before he can open the portal.

Rantreso "convinced" that it would take some time for the Warsong Clan to go, and Salaan told Maradar, who was already eager to go, that he could contact the orc Juggernaut himself.

Shadowmoon Valley was once a tranquil and tranquil valley, home to the Shadowmoon Clan, the most Buddhist of the orc tribes.

The Shadowmoon Clan has little interest in fighting for territory, and generations of Shadowmoon shamans have enjoyed stargazing, hoping to learn more about the truth of the world through their astrological observations.

Naozu is the shaman and chief of the Shadowmoon clan of this generation, and he has great prestige among the orc clans.

Ever since the death of his wife, Rorkhan, Naozu has been depressed.

On a trip to the valley of Nagran Voshu to pay homage to his ancestors, Naozu was pleasantly surprised to get in touch with the soul of Roorkan.

But this "Rurkhan" is nothing more than an illusion created by Kilgadan, and the real Rulkan soul can only anxiously watch as Naozu falls deeper and deeper under the lure of Kilgadan.

By the time Neozu sensed something was wrong and traveled to the Valley of Voshu again to learn the truth from the true Rurkan and the other ancestral spirits, it was already too late.

His apprentice, Gul'dan, denounced Neozou's disloyalty to the Burning Legion to Kil'Gardan, and through a series of intrigues, he brought Naozu to ruin, and took the opportunity to replace him.

Gul'dan didn't have as many scruples as Naozu, and he led the orcs to the point of no return step by step.

He didn't do anything for the sake of the orcs, but for his ambition to become a god.

Gul'dan's series of actions have won the trust of Kil'Gardan, and the fraudsters have bestowed on him with powerful evil powers, and even the physical element formed by the convergence of the four elements, Luxenken, is no match for Gul'dan.

After defeating Luxenken, the volcano erupting from beneath the surface is infested with evil energy.

Now in front of the eyes of the three of Saljan is the evil volcano, which the Shadow Council has named the Hand of Gul'dan.

Beyond the stinking volcano, the Dark Temple is in sight.

"There!"

Salaen patted the scales on Stellagosa's back, and raised his hand to the highest altar of the Dark Temple, where a haunted old orc was using the altar to cast spells, four artifacts rotating around him.

"That should be Naozu, Stella, can you just break through?"

"Nope."

Stellagossa tentatively spewed arcane dragon's breath into the Dark Temple, and a dark green barrier blocked it.

"Sure enough, there is an enchantment."

Salian frowned and looked at the expeditionary force's frontline camp below: "There's no way, let's go down and join the expeditionary force first, it seems that we can only follow the army to attack the temple by land." ”