Saljan was unconcerned about Akmund's contempt, but rather ...... He was glad that he hadn't piqued Akmund's interest for the time being.

Growing up fighting, Sarian never cared if he looked good or not, as long as he was on the battlefield, the most important thing was to win the final victory.

Due to the gap between their realms, even with the physical fitness of the dragons, the blessing of Godring's furious power, and the triple buff of Ursock's incarnation, Sarjan was still at a disadvantage when it came to hand-to-hand combat with Azgalor.

This was expected by Sarjan, and the good news was that at least the tide of the battle was not one-sided.

The Annieherlands are bulky and can only be used on their feet.

As he fell to the ground, Azgalor's thick tail swept side-to-side in vain, trying to use its strength to get himself back on his feet.

Although he is absolutely inferior in terms of attack power and defense in hand-to-hand combat, in terms of hand-to-hand combat skills, Salian can suppress Azgalo's crazy attack.

After tossing and turning in the mud for a while, Azgalor finally realized that he didn't need a bulky spear in this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

He simply threw the long weapon aside, and directly swung the Wang Ba fist at the giant bear that Sarian had incarnated.

Azgalor's fists were so heavy that even the defenses of Ursok's avatar could not eat hard one after another.

Seeing that Azgalo had recovered from being beaten one-sidedly, Sarrean immediately changed his fighting style.

The giant bear, who had been ready to get up, suddenly jumped from the ground with a nimble movement that did not fit its huge body, and stomped on Azgalo's side face with its hind foot when it landed.

Finally breaking free from the constraints of Sarren's rolling battle, Azgalor ignored the sharp pain in his face and used his tail as a support point to get up on his feet.

Taking advantage of Azgalor's opportunity to bend down to retrieve his weapon, Sarren's body suddenly shrank drastically, turning into a small and agile silver wolf.

"Whew!"

The condensed moonlight energy cannon erupted from Sarren's wolf's mouth, hitting Azgalo's face, who couldn't dodge, and the resulting impact caused Azgalo to take a few steps backwards in embarrassment, knocking down many towering ancient trees on the inner side of the mountain road.

In the ensuing battle, Salian experimented with a variety of attack forms, including dragon form and human form.

However, the biggest problem he faces remains unsolved.

While Sarjan's attacks can deal more or less damage to Azgalor, they can't deal him a fatal blow that is enough to kill him.

"Tsk!"

Armed with the twin swords of Valagarh, Sarian temporarily withdrew from the battlefield in human form, panting in his mouth and trying to adjust his breathing.

"Sure enough, the gap in the realm is still difficult to smooth out through skills, this is just not enough effort!"

[Indeed, Xiao Sa has already taken the advantage of his combat skills to the extreme, if it weren't for the lack of attack power, Azgalo would have died several times. 】

[What to do now?] Is it really possible to take advantage of the pressure of disadvantage to break through on the spot? It's too risky, isn't it? 】

[What better way do you have it?] Leave it to Sarren's choice. 】

"Whew~"

Taking advantage of the fact that Azgalor also adjusted his posture, Sarian took the time to glance at the barrage discussion.

"Choice? Didn't my decision be made from the beginning! ”

In recent years, due to the change of identity, Salian has rarely put aside all his worries and charged to the front line.

There is a saying in another world that the three-year-old looks eighty.

Although the experiences of his youth gradually became the dark history of Sarjan's life as he matured mentally, his spirit of resistance at that time to dare to throw punches at all oppressors has continued to this day.

Pressure? Inferior position?

At this moment, Sarayan just needs pressure to push himself, and he also needs to force himself to break through through disadvantages.

Because there was no way back from the beginning.

As the commander-in-chief of the Kalimdor Expeditionary Force, Duke Sarjan Deepshadow will not allow defeat on the battlefield, and he must set an example for his comrades who are still fighting bloody battles on the same battlefield.

"Come on!"

Salian spat out the blood from his mouth, and looked at Azgalor with a more ferocious look, as if he had recovered the time he had been beating Quel'Salas with nothing but a pair of fists more than a decade ago.

The boiling blood gradually merged with the furious fury that Goldlin had forcibly injected into Sarjan's body earlier, and his spirit and body were in unison like never before.

Without thoughts, thoughts, or fears, Sarjan's soul entered a state of mystery, abandoning all worries and negative emotions, and his empty and clear heart was left with only one simple thought - to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him.

"Oh?"

Chromie, who had been sitting on the top of the tower and watching the battle in a low-key manner, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Sarren, whose momentum had changed drastically, with interest.

"It's interesting, I didn't expect that I would be able to 'see with my own eyes' this scene again in my lifetime, and it is really good to live for a long time."

Not only Chromie, but even Akmund, who had been a little distracted before, noticed the strangeness and returned his gaze to the battlefield between Azgalor and Salaan with a little surprise.

Yes, fight.

Putting everything down, Sarean no longer had any concerns, except for the deadly threats that would make him unable to fight anymore, preferring to fight Azgalor in exchange for wounds.

It didn't take long for Sarren's body, which had never been armoured, to be stained red with blood.

With the rapid consumption of physical strength, the powerful self-healing power from the Red Dragon Clan has also begun to be a little stretched.

But Salian, who had entered a strange state, was unaware of this, and almost instinctively drove his already extremely tired body to continue fighting.

Under the close attention of countless people inside and outside the battlefield, the body and mind of Saray Anfu suddenly changed his fighting style.

Instead of dodging the powerful spear of Azgalo, who had also hit his head, he instead raised his twin swords of Valagaar, which had been stained with green blood, crossed his head and tried to meet the Abyss Lord's attack.

"Bell!!"

The loud noise of the weapons clashing resounded throughout the audience, and Valeera, who was sweeping the legion's spies in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the battlefield, suddenly tightened her heart, and subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the main battlefield.

The Backlight Blade Elite beside Valera asked puzzledly, "Lord Sangunar?" Anything new? ”

"No, nothing."

Valilla calmed down and shook her head.

"Keep moving, cheer up, and never let any rats pass!"

"Yes!"

'Sarean, I'm sure you'll get through this, just as you've faced so many times in the past. ’

……

"Ahem!"

Before the smoke and dust cleared, the sound of Sarjan's coughing up blood, who had received Azgalo's blow, came first.

When all the people who followed the battle situation were uneasy about this, the corners of Sarren's mouth at this time grinned happily.

"I see, is that so?"

After coughing up the blood that had accumulated in his chest, Saray felt like he was in better shape than ever.

If in the past, he looked at the world like seeing flowers through a layer of tulle fog, then at this time, Salian had already lifted that curtain and entered a new stage.

"Drink!"

The cross-raised Valagare's twin swords were exerted at the same time, and Azgalo, who thought that the battle was over, was caught off guard and was actually shocked back a step.

Azgalor, who was repulsed head-on, widened his eyes in disbelief: "How is it possible?!" ”

Sitting at the back of the battlefield, Akmund's eyes became a little deeper: "Is it another genius like Azhara?" Could it be that Azeroth is really a planet that is subject to some kind of will? ”

Although Akmund had some thoughts about Sarren's breakthrough, a mere demigod was not enough for him to take action personally.

Azgalor?

Dead is dead, and as long as the strategic objectives of this expedition are achieved, Akmund can resurrect him after his triumphant return to Argus.

Akmund was not the only one who saw the outcome of the battle in advance, and Chromie, who was standing on the edge of the wall, also folded his hands on his hips.

"It's worthy of my Chromie's favorite friend, and it's also worthy of the partner that the lazy black dragon decided on after a thousand choices, and he really relied on his own efforts to break through the bottleneck that restricts mortals."

"In that case......"

Chromie looked thoughtfully at Stella Gosa, who was still coordinating the logistics in the city.

"Perhaps, the transcendent racial privileges given to us by the Titans are also in some ways a constraint to lock the upper limit of the dragons?"

Just as Chromie was distracted, Azgalo, who was retreating in embarrassment, had not adjusted his posture when an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

With two flashes of bright metallic light, Azgalo's body suddenly stood still.

"Phew!!"

The huge wound that exploded in the neck in the shape of a cross almost completely severed Azgalo's head, and also completely cut off the life of the demigod goalkeeper.

"Ha ......"

After landing smoothly, Sarren, whose face was sprayed with green blood, looked up at the sky disapprovingly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a relieved smile.

When everyone who was watching this battle thought that Sarren was making a breakthrough and realizing victory, Stellagosa, who was supposed to be in the city to coordinate the whole situation, suddenly teleported to his side without warning.

Under the gaze of countless people, the seemingly soft and weak little star made people fall through the eyeballs and picked up Sarren, who was still holding two big swords in his hands, and jumped back to the city wall with his legs slightly bent and jumped ten meters high.

Chromie looked at Sarren, who was still open, but no longer bright.

“…… Fainted while standing? Yours is the real thing. ”