MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 41 40. The Undefeated Legend

   Chapter 41 40. Undefeated Legend

  “哐”

   Mixed with the symphony of thunder and light, the heavy warhammer with perfect texture and engraved with blue magic patterns, whistled and smashed on Old Dahl's body, just looking at the momentum of this warhammer, it was like a siege hammer.

   It easily smashed the legendary Juggernaut who was wielding a flaming blade into a ball of shattering light. When it landed, there was another splash of lightning, blasting a shock crater on the ground.

   "Cunning Greenskin!"

   Seeing that his Storm Hammer just hit a mirror image of the Juggernaut, the axe-wielding dwarf Prince Muradin Bronzebeard roared angrily.

   This sound is no exaggeration, like a dull thunder.

   This dwarf is very strange.

   He was no taller than Captain Darren Iron Mountain that Black had seen, but his beard was exaggerated, and that beautiful golden beard was almost as tall and as thick as others.

   extends from the chin and is divided into three strands. The bottom is covered with a delicate black iron ring, and the beard in the middle is braided into a delicate braid and dragged on the ground.

   makes him look like a "bearded man".

   And the armor he wears is also very powerful. The whole set of armor is blue and black, and the square war sheep heads are shaped on the shoulders on both sides. It is unique and domineering, and he wears a horned helmet.

  Two long horns, made of mammoth ivory from Northrend, rose into the sky, with a perfect arc, which was the trophy he had hunted with his own hands.

   He loves his helmet and will use his heavy warhammer to knock over every bad guy who mocks his size.

   He is dueling with Old Dahl. Triple Blood Blade!

   And it seems that, from the beginning of the battle to the present, Muradin Bronzebeard, who is only as tall as Old Dar's waist, still has the upper hand.

   This is Muradin Bronzebeard, the king of the hills of the Bronzebeard dwarves, a legendary warrior with thunder flowing in his veins, one of the top fighting forces on the Alliance side.

   he growled.

   The double-edged battle axe in his left hand splattered with lightning, and in a heroic leap of power, this short man's muscular stump took off from the spot like a cannonball, and the ground under his feet shattered the moment he started.

  The earth simply cannot withstand the brute force of legendary warriors.

   And the powerful reaction force pushed Muradin to draw a trajectory in the air and landed next to his warhammer. The two vivid old Dahl around him swung their swords at the same time, and slashed towards Muradin who fell to the ground.

"what!"

   The dwarf laughed violently.

   picked up the warhammer that he had smashed into the ground, turned around and was struck by a thunderbolt. When the short legs landed with great force, the violent thunder was like a shock wave, easily destroying the two illusions around him.

"Um?"

   Seeing the three illusions shattered, Muradin looked left and right in confusion.

   Something is wrong!

  According to the information he learned, even a legendary swordsman like Old Dahl can only display three mirror images at a time.

   And they have been defeated by the old dwarf, so where is the real body of old Dahl?

   "Dwarf! Come here!"

   The next moment, a cry for help sounded from the rock behind Muradin.

   The dwarf turned his head abruptly, and saw the Dalaran Archmage Modera, who was maintaining the bound magic barrier, being attacked by the old Dahl who had appeared from the wind step.

  The moment the expressionless old orc appeared, the flaming flaming sword in his hand ripped apart several magic shields on the Archmage.

   is simply cutting iron like mud.

   The magic shield that can block a cannonball frontally is useless in front of the weird sword in Old Dahl's hand.

   But Archmage Modera is also close to a legend. Tonight, she dared to respond to the call to stop Old Dahl, which proves that she also has her own means.

In the execution of Juggernaut, the female archmage did not choose to flash and escape, but waved her staff and called the ice to float. In the extremely cold waterfall, the crystal clear ice wrapped the archmage. .

When    formed an iceberg, it also smashed the extremely cold ice flow around, so that the old swordsman was covered with frost in an instant, and at the same time, both feet and body were frozen in place by the ice thorns.

"boom"

  The legendary weapon of the Burning Blade Clan, the blazing blade Sank'su with terrifying power, slashed into the iceberg of Archmage Modera's bodyguard, splattering ice.

   This spell, dubbed as absolute defense, was shattered by a third of the ice armor in an instant, and the blade of the burning blade was less than a few inches away from the head of the archmage in the ice.

   let Archmage Modera really experience the feeling of a heartbeat.

   But she, the "bait", did indeed complete her work. As soon as Old Dahl's real body appeared, Muradin's Storm Hammer whistled and smashed towards the old swordsman with mortal power.

   The whistling sound reverberated like a cannon popping, and the old Dahl, who was frozen in place, had nowhere to hide?

   "Poof"

   It was like the sound of a cone piercing a balloon, and the sure-kill storm hammer slammed on the old Juggernaut, shattering him into a stream of light.

   This situation made the self-frozen archmage and dwarf legend widen their eyes at the same time.

   is another mirror image?

   Wrong!

   Just now, Old Dar was clearly slashing with the real body, and the mirror image cannot have the power to shatter ice!

   "bass"

The sharp sound of the    sharp blade tearing the air, with the scorching heat of burning everything, rose behind the dwarf, making Muradin's hair stand upright at this moment, and the Sword Saint's mortal blade was already behind his head.

   When the expressionless old Dahl appeared from the wind step, he was already ready to execute and kill, like a tall and indifferent death.

   is holding a flame and executes the enemy.

   The most embarrassing thing is.

   Due to the height difference between Old Dar and Muradin, the Sword Master didn't even need to change his sword-holding posture, he could easily chop off the dwarf's head with a simple slash.

   "ForKaz\'Modan!!"

   At the critical moment, the dwarf prince also made a ruthless attack.

   roared without dodging, his body swelled in an instant, and the brass-colored skin on the body quickly turned into a gray-white rock-like posture.

   It was as if the whole person had changed from flesh and blood to a piece of extremely hard granite.

"boom"

   The sharp blade of Sankesu, the blade of flame, slashed at Muradin's neck, slashing rubble, but there was no blood at all.

  The huge force was exerted on the blade, but instead, it slammed on the giant Muradin like a warhammer.

   was supposed to knock the dwarf into the air, but after the stone statue, Muradin’s power also increased, he was only knocked back three steps, and stood firmly in the ground cracking.

   swung his warhammer and battle axe, roaring and threw a series of desperate attacks at Old Dahl.

   is very powerful.

  The two legendary warriors fought for only a few seconds, leaving no inch of ground in this col, and every time the weapons collided, there would be a sound like thunder.

  Sparks flew everywhere, and the shock wave that dissipated its power made the small violet barrier that was hard to maintain tremble.

   This is the power of legend.

   As Muradin activates the bloodline of the dwarf royal family at this time, when he enters the state of "God descends to the world", one punch is enough to easily stun a giant dragon.

   Of course, his situation is special.

   Not all legendary warriors have such powers, each legend has its own area of ​​expertise.

   Like Old Dahl.

The legendary power of    Sword Saint is not good at strength, they pay more attention to the balance of various combat qualities, although this makes him retreat by Muradin in terms of pure strength.

   looked miserably suppressed.

   But no matter how the dwarves swung their weapons, no matter how fast they swung their weapons, they couldn't even touch the corners of Old Dahl's clothes. The two were clearly fighting to the death.

   After this round, the old Juggernaut was only scratched at the waist and abdomen by the battle axe. On the other hand, Muradin's rocky body was full of potholes that had been chopped by the Juggernaut's blade.

   This is the collision of legendary power and legendary skill.

   At present, skill wins.

"boom"

   The flaming sword and the war hammer and tomahawk collided. Old Dahl's body leaned back, and he stood firm when his hind legs were on the ground. He looked at the dwarf prince who was gasping for breath in front of him.

   A sneer appeared on the face of the old swordsman.

He says:

   "How long can you hold on?"

   "Long enough to kill you!"

   Muradin in the rock state had lightning arcs in his eyes, and he roared like a rock opening:

   "You butchers! Never take a step over me!"

"Well."

   Old Dahl sneered and said:

   "So, Lothar is really in town?

   It's no wonder you guys are in such a big battle, but it's up to you, dwarf, you can't stop me! You can't stop the invincible force that has been traversing Draenor for seventy years! "

  “Shu”

   With the low roar of Old Dahl, the blade of flames spun like a storm, dancing into a deadly storm in the swing of the old swordsman. In an instant, there were hundreds of slashes, hitting the rock body of the dwarf.

  As a person who is at the apex of the way of the Juggernaut, of course, Old Dahl will know the ultimate slash of the Juggernaut, the blade storm that destroys everything.

   And he's good at it.

"what!"

  The King of the Hill finally let out his first scream since the start of the war. Under the final blow of Old Dahl, he was smashed out like a ball.

   has wounds all over his body.

   Although they were all skin wounds, they looked miserable, and one of the horns of the helmet on the head was broken.

   But Old Dahl's breathing was also a little heavier.

  Muradin is not an easy opponent to deal with. If he hadn't confirmed that Lothar was really in the city of Steinblade in front of him, he wouldn't have used this powerful blow.

   But it was all worth it.

   The archmage in front of him couldn't stop him at all.

   As long as he breaks through this barrier, with his speed, he will be able to break into that town in ten minutes, and then decisively assassinate Anduin Lothar.

   Lock in victory for the tribe in advance!

   As long as he steps forward.

   Yes, as long as he

   "Poof"

  The shadows diffused, and two small daggers, like butterflies wearing flowers, went around Old Dahl's neck, and like a lover's touch, they gently cut open the old Juggernaut's neck.

   Pasonia Shore, who appeared from the darkness, was full of silver hair and scattered in the sky like a young girl. She did not lose the slowness that an old man should have.

The speed of    was as fast as lightning, and the shadows moving around Old Dahl even pulled out afterimages, as if more than a dozen Granny Shaw were attacking at the same time.

   In less than a second, Old Dahl was like a watermelon torn apart by violence, and blood spurted out from all over his body.

  This is a shadow warrior!

"what!"

   The swordsman felt the breath of death in his ears, and the blazing blade Sanksu in his hand was like waking up, surging the elemental fire to the surrounding.

   Granny Shaw's eyes changed, and she disappeared into the darkness quickly. When she reappeared, she stood beside Muradin who got up again.

   She glanced at her left hand.

   Just a moment of contact, he was severely burned by the elemental fire, that sword is not right.

   "Hey, mad woman."

  The dwarf prince wiped the blood from his beard, he clenched his battle axe and war hammer again, and said in an unhappy tone:

   "You must have poisoned the knife, right? I don't like that, he's a real warrior, he should."

   "What do you say? A simple and righteous dwarf."

  Pasonia resisted the pain of her wrist and said casually:

   "You haven't known me for a day or two. You pursued me back then. You know how vicious I am. On such an important occasion, I am an insidious assassin who will do anything to win.

  Do you think I will give up using drugs? "

   She looked at the bloodbathed Sword Saint Old Dahl, who was half-kneeling in a pool of blood, leaning on the blazing blade in both hands, and breathing rapidly, and said softly:

   "The refined venom from an adult green dragon can kill any creature in Azeroth within ten minutes. The Duke himself brought it, and the legendary body can't stand it.

  God knows what he paid for it.

   But, the undefeated power that spanned Draenor for seventy years?

   Orcs, I remind you that you are now in the land of Azeroth! You are not a legend either, you are just a shameless and even more undignified butcher!

you.

Dead! "

   (end of this chapter)