Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Huha!" "Drink!" A slender figure collided with a short and stout figure, the long sword and shield made a dull collision sound, and the golden holy light erupted suddenly, and the somewhat slender figure " thump, thump, thump." He took a few steps back, and the sword in his hand was also thrown out.

Taranas, who was standing on the sidelines, looked unhappy, but the dwarf prince Madoran shouted loudly: "Well done, Garim!"

The dwarf did not relax, but stared at the elf in front of him.

"Come again!"

Valendril picked up the long sword, golden holy light poured into the weapon and shield in his hand, and rushed to Garim Bronzebeard who was waiting in full battle again.

The two came and went, although they both used holy light to fight, but their styles were completely different: the elf ranger held a somewhat thin long sword and a long magic shield in his hand, and flexibly surrounded the dwarves to besiege. The dwarf held a heavy round shield in one hand and a huge warhammer in the other, standing firmly in place like a mountain. The shield and hammer in his hand could always easily block the long sword of the elf ranger, and occasionally made a powerful blow. Counterattack, forcing Valendril to dodge or defend.

Besides them, there were other dwarves and elves in the field who were constantly fighting. The golden holy light kept shining, weapons and shields kept colliding, and the sound of slow and heavy breathing gradually filled the entire underground training ground.

At this moment, Aristophanes came in from the outside, watching with great interest the Holy Light Dwarf Warrior and the Holy Light Elf Ranger fighting each other.

"Here you come, elf boy!" Madoran turned to look at the elf mage, "You are such a genius!"

"Huh?" Aristophanes was stunned for a moment, "What's the matter, Madonna?"

"This way of fighting is very suitable for us dwarves! Compared with the anger of warriors, the holy light can make us calmer and more selfless, and even if we are slightly injured, it can easily heal us!" Madoran said carelessly , "It is simply tailor-made for us!"

"Tsk," Taranas made a disdainful voice, "Dwarf, don't forget that this fighting style was first developed by us elf rangers. If it's tailor-made, it's also tailor-made for us!"

"You guy with long ears, what, do you want to fight?" Madoran picked up the two hammers leaning against the wall, "Do you dare to go down and make gestures?"

"Hehe," Taranas' pupils deformed again, and a predatory aura surged up instantly, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" After speaking, he turned over lightly and jumped down. Madoran was not to be outdone , a heroic leap came to the center of the field, and a circle of cracks appeared around him. The other dwarves and elves who were sparring had to stop fighting, and quickly formed a battle formation behind them.

"Okay, you go down first, I want to see how capable this dwarf prince is." Taranas took off the exaggeratedly shaped Quel'Thalas golden bow behind him, with vivid patterns all over every corner of the bow , compact, with a strong sense of rhythm, the small shield at the gauntlet is as flamboyant and dynamic as a flame, and there are dark green crescent-shaped protrusions at both ends.

"Did you hear that too? I want to compete with this so-called ranger general, get out of the way!" The dwarf swung the hammer in his hand, and then looked at the ranger general across from him.

Aristophanes looked at the two who had already entered the battle state and shook his head, but he did not stop them, but activated the defensive barrier on the training ground, and then used "loud voice" on himself: "Then I will Come judge, two, let's start now."

Before he finished speaking, Taranas jumped back in an instant, and at the same time, the bowstring in his hand trembled, while Madoran swung a pair of hammers and knocked the arrow flying in front of him.

Before Taranas could stand still, the dwarf prince aimed at him and launched a charge.

Looking at the rapidly approaching Madoran, the elf ranger didn't feel nervous, and drew his bow while moving. Those elf rangers and dwarves watching the battle couldn't see the movements of his hands at all, and could only hear the sound of "whoosh" piercing the air. ,

Like a team of archers, one person rained arrows on Madoran who was still charging.

Seeing this, Madoran stopped and stood on the spot without dodging or evading. After a roar, her skin turned grayish white. She raised the hammer in both hands to block her face, and let the arrow hit the hammer made of pure gold and mithril. head and petrified skin.

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The sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" instantly filled the entire hall. From the perspective of the elf rangers and dwarf warriors, it was Taranas who was fighting against Madoran, and the cheers from the elves suddenly rose.

In the blink of an eye, a pot of arrows had been shot out. Feeling the rain of arrows gradually dwindling, Madoran revealed her eyes: "There are no more arrows, fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shining blade had already been chopped off, and the dwarf shut up and raised his double hammers, blocking Taranas' great sword, and the sound of steel clashing was deafening.

A trace of cold sweat broke out in Madoran. He didn't expect the elf in front of him to have such a huge power, and he was almost close to the self who had not activated the state of descending from the gods.

But Taranas took advantage of the power and turned around with the help of the counter-shock force. The long sword directly lifted the hammer in Madoran's left hand, and the dwarf prince rolled in embarrassment to avoid Taranas' sword lock up.

The elves cheered louder and louder. Madoran gasped and looked at the elf in front of him. His long beard and T-shaped helmet covered his expression.

"Is this the dwarf prince? It's so funny!" Taranas said while leaning on his two-handed sword, but Madoran didn't reply, but looked up at him, his eyes gradually filled with red.

Seeing this, the elf ranger stopped talking, but cautiously looked at the dwarf in front of him with his sword in both hands.

The dwarf's lips squirmed, and his body instantly grew in size, growing from Madoran's waist to his head. His appearance gradually turned gray, and a gradually shrinking yellow halo appeared around Taranas' body.

"Let's go on, Elf!" Madoran roared, holding the hammer in one hand and taking out the hatchet at his waist in the other hand, he jumped out with the force of wind and thunder. Blue and white lightning.

"Ha, that's what I like to do!" Madoran yelled, rushing towards Taranas, and the two fought again.

As soon as he touched it, Taranas' hands felt numb, and the long sword in his hand was almost knocked away.

"What kind of monster power is this!" General Ranger was stunned to himself, then changed his head-to-head fighting style, and started attacking non-stop around Madoran.

But the gigantic dwarf prince is not afraid of this kind of ordinary attack at all. His hard appearance and petrified body skin easily blocked Taranas' sword edge, and at the same time, Madoran's hammer would always hit the elf at the right time The spine of the sword, but it is impossible to continue to pursue the elf ranger.

Although the other elves and dwarves who were cheering outside were not aware of the situation, it was clear that Taranas had fallen into a disadvantage. The morale and cheers of both sides reversed again, and the rough voices of the dwarves instantly suppressed the elf rangers.

The two went back and forth like this for about five minutes in a stalemate, and finally disappeared in the state of Madoran's avatar, and Taranas' long sword was broken by the dwarf's hammer.