At his peak, Blakemore was just a mediocre legendary goalkeeper, but he could be regarded as stepping into the threshold of the legendary realm, and he was barely a high-end combat force in the mortal world.

If you don't count the time when the expeditionary force fought in Draenor, it has been 8 years since the Alliance won the Second Orc War.

8 years is enough time to turn the self-motivated young guy into a greasy middle-aged salted fish uncle.

At the end of the war, Blackmore was still full of ambition to raise an army of orcs and create his own kingdom with Sal.

However, the timeline where Sallian is located is not a branch peculiarity, and Blackmore struggled for several years and could not see a chance to get ahead, and gradually began to give up on himself.

Although Blackmore was only the lowliest baron for his military exploits, he was a nobleman anyway, and he was also a powerful nobleman with territorial jurisdiction, and he could hold his head high in the face of those nobles with a title higher than him.

Mixed up to this point before the age of 40, Blakemore can be regarded as a success.

It's like a spoof quote mentioned in the barrage.

Can't I enjoy it if I've fought all my life? Then the music, then the dance.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

When Blackmore began to indulge in booze, it was not so easy to regain his ambitions.

People's mouths can lie and brag loudly, but real data can't deceive people.

Blackmore often boasted to his women when he was drunk that he was as wise as a young man and still as strong as he was back then.

But the data seen by Sarren's Eagle Eye revealed what he had deliberately hidden.

Blackmore's declining strength is an indisputable reality, and he was once a legendary goalkeeper, but due to years of alcohol erosion and lack of training, he has long been unable to return to his prime.

During his recent trip to the Shadow Realm, Saljan came into contact with the Marquis of the Five Great Secret Courtyards and the demigod powerhouses of the Saint Jie level, and even saw the Eternals at a higher level of the realm, and his horizons were invisibly raised.

A commodity like Blakemore, even at his peak, is like that in Sarren's opinion, he is only a legendary goalkeeper after all, let alone after a significant decline in strength.

Oh, by the way, he's still in a drunken state, and the combat power he can exert is even less visible.

Blakemore, who lifted his broadsword in one hand, looked quite bluffing, or at least scared the Folkston family a lot.

But Sarean could clearly see that this guy was strong on the outside, and he couldn't even muster up the spirit to deal with him seriously.

"Talesha, you take the two old men back first, and give me a second to clean him up."

"A second?!"

As Blackmore's pillow person, Taresa has heard a lot of boasting from him, and Taresha, who lacks knowledge of the outside world, really thinks that Blackmore has the courage of a thousand people, and is worried that Sarean is not his opponent.

Sarren's "wild words" stunned Taresa for a moment, and just as she was anxiously about to dissuade her, the crow-form Sarrean had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a translucent humanoid afterimage.

After all, Saljan is not a profession as specialized and agile as Valeera to create an afterimage that is as real as it should be.

As he returned to his human form, Sarjan kicked his feet on the ground, latching onto Blackmore, who was holding his sword aloft, and launched a charge.

He didn't even take out his weapon, he sank his left shoulder during the charge, and with a simple and unpretentious iron mountain leaning, he flew the unprepared Blakemore out.

As a fighter, the first lesson Saljan learns from Salorian Morning Seeker is to stabilize the game.

Unless you're using an exclusive jumping skill like Heroic Leap, it's easy not to leave your feet off the ground, which is the foundation of the warrior class.

The drunken Blakemore was vain under his feet, and he couldn't even do the basic skills of a warrior.

He noticed the sudden transformation from a bird to a human, and his heart was alarmed.

But the nerves paralyzed by alcohol made his body unable to move as he wanted, and his reaction speed slowed down by more than a beat.

"Kacha!"

With elven ears, Sarjan's hearing is much stronger than that of humans, and the dragon bloodline gives him powerful five senses that are better than those of the higher elves.

When he knocked into the unarmored Blakemore, Sarjan clearly heard a crisp sound in his chest, presumably a broken sternum from Sarren's iron mountain.

"Be a long one!"

Blackmore, who was in mid-air, couldn't hold the greatsword in his hand, and while he himself rolled in a mess, the gorgeous greatsword also fell to the ground, waking up Taresa with a dazed face.

"This ......"

Due to her lack of knowledge, Taresa couldn't figure out for a moment whether Sarren was too strong or Blakemore was too weak.

In any case, Taresha, who had expected a hard-fought battle, completely guessed the process and the ending, and Blakemore was easily knocked out in less than a second.

At this moment, he was still curled up on the ground and holding his chest, humming and chirping, and he should not be able to get up in a short time.

"Winter!"

Salian walked up to Blakemore leisurely, knocked him unconscious with a punch, and single-handedly lifted Blakemore, who was more than 1.8 meters tall and had a somewhat fat figure, in his hand.

"Let's go, it's time to meet Sal, this guy should be left to him to deal with."

Quite a few people witnessed the "battle" that took place in front of the gates of Blackmore Castle...... If it's over in a second, it's a battle.

No matter how rookie Blackmore's strength is, he is the lord of Dunhold after all.

In the current state of imminent war, even if Blakemore does not go to the battlefield, just sitting in the castle can play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army, so that the soldiers on the front line can put aside their fears and doubts and continue to fight.

However, the lord, who was supposed to be a totem symbol, actually failed to compete with a crow for a woman, and he was taken away by the crow turned into a person.

By the time the jaw-dropping Dunhold soldiers came back to their senses, Sarjan and his party were long gone.

Although Blackmore's lieutenant reacted quickly and ordered the news to be blocked, many people saw the fact that the lord was taken away, and it is still unknown how long this news can be hidden.

Once the defenders on the ramparts learn of Blackmore's disappearance, their morale will almost certainly collapse in an instant, and there will be no need to fight this war, so surrender as soon as possible.

Salian didn't know when the news would spread completely, and he didn't have the interest to pay attention.

Led by Taresha, who is familiar with the streets and alleys of Dunhold, a group of 4 people ...... No, it was 5 people, and they soon arrived at the meeting place she had agreed with Sal.

Mr. and Mrs. Folkston are honest aristocratic slaves, at most a little clever of the people at the bottom, and these things that happened today have never been seen in the first half of their lives, and they have been dizzy all the way.

Sareen didn't expect them to help much, as long as they didn't jump out and make trouble.

Fortunately, the Folkston family is just like Talesa said, they are not bad in nature, and they are honest in their duties.

Taresa told them to remain silent during the transfer, and the two couples didn't say a word, walking the streets behind their daughter and the big man who easily defeated the lord.

When the group arrived at the secret meeting place, Thrall had already arrived first, and anxiously paced back and forth with his blood-dripping tomahawk in his hand.

Seeing that Salam had escorted the Folkston family as promised, Sal finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He consciously put the tomahawk behind him and hid it, and asked Taresa and Folkston, who were still a little surprised, with some worries, "Taresha, are you all right?" What happened on the road...... Well? ”

Thrall, who had been focusing on Talesha, suddenly noticed that Sallian was still carrying a man in his hand.

After observing this person's appearance, Sal's eyes widened in surprise: "Isn't this Lord Lord?" How do you ......"

Salian casually threw Blakemore in front of Sal: "That's right, this guy is handed over to you to deal with, it's up to you to kill or release, I won't interfere in any way." ”

Seeing that Taresa stepped forward to persuade her, Sarean suddenly stretched out a vague finger and pointed at her.

A faint blue arcane light struck Talesa's back, and her movements froze suddenly, only her eyeballs could still spin from side to side.

Thrall didn't notice Taresha's strange appearance, and his face changed as he took out the battle axe hidden behind him with a complicated look.

Sarean watched with interest the change in Sarean's demeanor.

'Kill, or not kill, the choice at this moment will affect my subsequent cultivation of you, don't let me down, Gu Yin'er." ’