Chapter 41 40. Undefeated Legend

"哐"

Mixed with the roar of thunder and light, the heavy warhammer with perfect texture and engraved with blue magic patterns roared and hit Old Dahl's body. The momentum of the warhammer flying towards him was like a battering ram.

It easily beat the legendary swordsman wielding the flaming blade into a ball of broken light. When it landed, lightning splashed and created an impact crater on the ground.

"Cunning greenskin!"

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

The sound was no exaggeration, like muffled thunder.

This dwarf is very strange.

He was no taller than Captain Darren Tieshan whom Blake had seen, but his beard was exaggeratedly long, and his beautiful golden beard was almost as tall and as thick as the others.

Extending from the chin, it was divided into three strands, with a delicate black iron ring at the bottom, and the beard in the middle was braided into a delicate braid and dragged on the ground.

It 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, with square war goat heads shaped on both sides of the shoulders. It is unique and domineering, and he wears a horned helmet.

Two long horns made of mammoth ivory from Northrend's northern lands soared into the sky with perfect arcs. They were trophies he had hunted with his own hands.

He loves his helmet and will take down every bad guy who mocks his size with his heavy hammer.

He is dueling with Old Dahl. Triple Blood Blade!

And it seems that from the beginning of the battle to now, 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 hill of the Bronzebeard dwarves, a legendary warrior with thunder flowing in his veins, one of the top combat forces in the Alliance.

he roared.

The double-edged battle ax in his left hand was splashed with lightning. In a heroic leap, this short muscular man took off from the same place like a cannonball. The ground beneath his feet shattered as soon as he took off.

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

The powerful reaction force pushed Muradin across a trajectory in the air, landing right next to his war hammer. The two lifelike old Dahls around him swung their swords at the same time, and chopped off the head of Muradin who landed on the ground.

"ha!"

The dwarf laughed wildly.

He picked up the war hammer that he had smashed into the ground, turned around and struck with thunder. When the short leg landed with great force, the thunder light burst out like a shock wave, easily destroying the two illusions around him.

"Um?"

Seeing the three illusions shattered, Muradin looked around in confusion.

Something is wrong!

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

And they have all been defeated by the old dwarf. So, where is the true identity of Old Dahl?

"Dwarf! Come here!"

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

The dwarf suddenly turned around and saw the Dalaran Archmage Modera, who was maintaining the binding magic barrier there, being sneak attacked by Old Dahl who emerged from the Wind Step.

The moment the expressionless old orc appeared, the blazing flaming sword in his hand tore through several magic shields on the Archmage.

It's like cutting iron into clay.

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

But Archmage Modera is also a figure close to legend. Dare to answer the call to stop Old Dahl tonight, which proves that she also has her own methods.

During the sword master's execution, the female archmage did not choose to escape in a flash. Instead, she waved her staff and caused the ice to float. In the extremely cold waterfall, the crystal clear ice completely enveloped the archmage. .

While forming an iceberg, it also smashed the extremely cold ice flow around, causing the old sword master's body to be instantly covered with frost. At the same time, both feet and body were frozen in place by ice spikes.

"boom"

The legendary weapon of the Burning Blade Clan, the Flame Blade Sankesu, with terrifying power, slashed into the protective iceberg of Archmage Modera, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

This spell, jokingly called absolute defense, cut into one third of the ice armor in an instant. The edge of the burning blade was only less than a few inches away from the Archmage's head in the ice.

Archmage Modera really experienced the feeling of accelerating heartbeat.

But her "bait" did indeed complete her work. The moment Old Dahl's true form appeared, Muradin's Storm Hammer roared towards the old sword master with killing power.

The whistling sound echoed like a cannon blasting out of a barrel, and Old Dahl, who was frozen in place, had no way to hide.

"puff"

Like the sound of a sharp cone piercing a balloon, the hammer of the storm struck the old sword master with a fatal blow, shattering him into a ball of light.

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

Another mirror image?

wrong!

It was clear that Old Dahl was slashed by his real body just now, so the mirror image cannot have the power to break the ice!

"bass"

The sharp sound of the sharp blade tearing the air, with the scorching heat that burned everything, rose behind the dwarf, making Muradin's hair stand on end at this moment, the sword master's killing blade was already at the back of his head.

When the expressionless old Dahl emerged from the Wind Walk, he was already ready to execute and kill, like a tall and indifferent god of death.

Holding a blazing flame, he executed the enemy.

The most embarrassing thing is.

With the height difference between Old Dar and Muradin, the sword master didn't even need to change the posture of holding the sword. He could easily chop off the dwarf's head with a simple draw of the sword.

"For Kaz'Modan!!!"

At the critical moment, the dwarf prince also became ruthless.

Roaring without hesitation, his body expanded in an instant, and his brass-colored skin quickly turned into an attitude like gray-white rock.

It was as if the entire body had been transformed from flesh and blood into an extremely hard piece of granite.

"boom"

The sharp blade of Sankesu, the Flame Blade, struck Muradin's neck, causing gravel to fly, but no blood flowed out at all.

The huge force was exerted on the blade, but it hit the giant Muradin like a war hammer.

The dwarf should have been knocked away, but after turning into stone, Muradin's strength was also improved. He was only knocked back three steps, and stood firm again amid the cracks in the ground.

Swinging the war hammer and battle ax, he roared and launched a series of desperate attacks at Old Dahl.

Great power.

The two legendary warriors fought for only a few seconds, and there was no longer an inch of intact ground in this mountain col. Every time the weapons collided, there would be a thunderous sound effect.

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

This is the power of legend.

With Muradin activating the dwarf royal bloodline at this time and entering the state of "God descending to earth", one punch is enough to easily knock out a giant dragon.

Of course, his situation is special.

Not all legendary warriors have such power, each legend has its own areas of expertise.

Such as Old Dahl.

The legendary power of the Juggernaut does not lie in strength. They pay more attention to the balance of various combat qualities. Although this makes him retreat steadily from Muradin in terms of pure strength.

It looked miserable to be suppressed.

But no matter how the dwarf swung his weapon, no matter how fast he swung it, he still couldn't even touch the corner of Old Dahl's clothes. The two were obviously engaged in a close fight to the death.

After this round of fighting, the old Juggernaut was only scratched on the waist and abdomen by the battle axe, while Muradin's rock body was already scarred by the Juggernaut's blade.

It’s the collision of legendary power and legendary skill.

So far, it seems that skill wins.

"boom"

The burning sword and the warhammer and ax collided together. Old Dahl leaned back and stood firmly on his hind legs. He looked at the dwarf prince who was breathing heavily in front of him.

There was a hint of sarcasm on the old sword master's face.

He said:

"How long can you hold on?"

"Long enough to crush you to death!"

Muradin's eyes in the rock state were filled with lightning arcs, and he roared as low as the opening of the rock:

"You butchers! Don't even think of taking a step past me!"

"Well."

Old Dar sneered and said:

"So, Lothar is really in the city?

No wonder you put up such a big formation, but it's up to you, dwarf, you can't stop me! You can't stop this undefeated force that has dominated Draenor for seventy years! "

"Shua"

Following Old Dar's low roar, the flaming blade rotated like a storm, dancing into a deadly storm in the swing of the old sword master. In an instant, there were hundreds of slashes hitting the dwarf's rocky body.

As a person who is at the pinnacle of the Sword Master's way, Old Dahl will of course know the Sword Master's ultimate slash, the blade storm that destroys everything.

And he's very good at it.

"ah!"

The King of the Hill finally let out his first scream since the war started. Under Old Dahl's final blow, he was completely disgraced and was knocked away like a ball.

There were wounds all over his body.

Although they were all skin injuries, they looked miserable. One of the horns of the helmet on his head was broken.

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

Muradin was not an easy opponent to deal with, and he would not have used this powerful blow if he had not confirmed that Lothar was really in the city of Steinblade in front of him.

But it's all worth it.

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

As long as he breaks through this barrier, with his speed, he can break into the town in less than ten minutes and then assassinate Anduin Lothar to the death.

Secure victory for the tribe in advance!

As long as he takes steps.

Yes, as long as he

"puff"

The shadows dispersed, and two small daggers circled Old Dar's neck like butterflies piercing flowers, and like a lover's touch, they gently opened the old sword master's neck.

Pasonia Shore emerged from the darkness with her silver hair spreading like a girl in the night sky. She did not lose the slowness expected of an old man at all.

As fast as lightning, the figure running around Old Dar even pulled out afterimages, as if there were more than a dozen Granny Xiaoer attacking at the same time.

In less than a second, Old Dahl was like a watermelon that had been broken open by violence, and blood spurted out from all parts of his body.

This is Kagemusha!

"ah!"

The sword master felt the breath of death in his ears, and the flaming blade Sankesu in his hand seemed to be awakening, spreading the elemental fire around him.

Granny Xiao's eyes changed and she quickly disappeared into the darkness. When she reappeared, she was standing next to Muradin who had gotten up again.

She glanced at her left hand.

After only a moment of contact, he was severely burned by the elemental fire. There was something wrong with that sword.

"Hey, crazy lady."

The dwarf prince wiped the blood from his beard, gripped the battle ax and hammer again, and said in an unhappy tone:

"You must have poisoned the knife, right? I don't like this. He's a true warrior, and he should."

"What do you think? A simple and righteous stupid dwarf."

Pasonia resisted the pain in her wrist and said casually:

"You have known me for more than a day or two. You pursued me back then. You know how vicious I am. On such an important occasion, I am another insidious assassin who will do anything to win.

Do you think I will give up using drugs? "

She looked at the blood-soaked swordsman Old Dahl who was half-kneeling in a pool of blood, holding the flaming blade in both hands and breathing rapidly, and said softly:

"The venom refined from an adult green dragon can poison any creature in Azeroth within ten minutes. The Duke brought it himself, and even the legendary body cannot withstand it.

God knows what it cost him.

But, the undefeated power that has dominated Draenor for seventy years?

Orcs, let me remind you, you are now on the land of Azeroth! You are not a legend, you are just a butcher with no dignity, no dignity!

you.

Dead! "