Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 525: Memories
Thrall roared, "Frostwolf orcs, why did you kill this innocent old man? This is not the honor an orc should have."
Bloodthirsty War laughed loudly, "Ha, what's the point of glory? I work for a studio, I play games to make money, glory is worth nothing, I can kill whoever I want, what the hell is it to you?"
"You are not worthy of being an orc!?" Thrall roared and leaped up.
The bloodthirsty battle was also launched at the same time.
Brutal collision!
Bang, the muscular orc lord knocked Thrall back. The strength of the two was completely not on the same level.
Bloodthirsty War looked at Thrall who was lying on the ground and sneered, "That's it... Haha, I thought you were so awesome, but you're just a useless piece of shit. I'm a terrifying level 3 big boss, and you, a rare elite, dare to fight me? You're courting death. Come on, let me teach you what fighting is."
After saying that, he swung the axe and chopped it down.
After being hit, Sal realized the difference in power between the two of them. He rolled backwards to avoid the attack, and the two of them started fighting.
At the same time, Arthas also fought with the Frost Troll Chieftain Frozen Teeth.
He was very familiar with these frost trolls. In the Battle of Ice Wolf Field, he led the Lordaeron Legion to fight against the army of frost trolls.
At that time, he was invincible and killed countless trolls with his sword.
But now that he has lost the power of the Holy Light and the protection of the army, fighting alone against hundreds of Frost Trolls is a completely different matter.
Even after receiving special training from Tirion, he was still a little overwhelmed when being besieged.
These trolls cooperated very well. More than a dozen troll berserkers rushed up to fight him in close combat, and dozens of troll headhunters threw javelins and flying axes frantically.
Arthas knocked down a few people, but because he lacked AOE skills, he was hit by a series of ranged attacks and lost nearly a thousand health points.
No! I can't hide my strength anymore.
Alsace knew that he had to give his all today.
He suddenly pulled out the Song of Ice and Fire. Before, he had been fighting with an ordinary steel sword, but now he finally pulled out this legendary weapon.
Flame impact!
With a swing of the sword, the raging flames turned into a fan-shaped fire wave that rushed forward.
The burning troll screamed in agony.
Frozen Da Ya looked at him in surprise: "You are - Arthas!?"
The reason why he could recognize this sword was because he was also a member of the Frost Troll Clan in the Battle of Ice Wolf Field, but at that time he was just an elite monster.
It was because he killed several Lordaeron knights on the battlefield that he became a small boss, and from then on he was out of control.
Now when he saw the mighty Arthas who had once been so powerful, he recognized him immediately.
Arthas stopped pretending: "Yes, it's me, I am Arthas!"
Frozen Tooth (Frost Troll Chieftain): "You killed our chieftain, and today is the day for you to pay the price. If I kill you, I will be the boss of the Frost Trolls. Hehe, I will command the Frost Trolls to become the overlord in this monster feast. Come on, Arthas, be the stepping stone for my rise - kill me!"
With a wave of his hand, countless flying axes suddenly attacked Arthas frantically.
Ice Shield!
Arthas activated his weapon's special effects again. Three shields made of frost surrounded him. Ding ding ding ding! They continuously blocked the enemy's ranged attacks.
"Yinfeng—help me!"
There was a dragon roar in the sky, and the storm drake swooped down, and a breath of thunder paralyzed the troll headhunters with electric shock. Arthas took the opportunity to rush towards the frozen fangs, as he still understood the principle of capturing the leader first.
Combat skill - thrust!
The sword was precise and sharp, hitting Big Tooth's chest right in the process.
-1785!
For a non-hero skill, it is extremely high.
However, for a BOSS with tens of thousands of HP, it is just a drizzle.
What surprised Arthas even more was that the blood volume of the tooth that had been frozen off was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
+33, +33, +33. In just a few seconds, three or four hundred HP were restored.
This is the racial talent of the trolls, their powerful healing ability.
Arthas' heart sank. It looked like he was going to have a tough battle. He glanced at Thrall's position in the inn and said, "Boy, you've got to hold on."
…
Bang! Thrall was knocked to the ground again. He struggled to get up, his hand holding the battle axe trembling.
"I could spend all day with you!" Thrall roared.
"Humph, with your pitiful strength? You are no match for me at all. Your strength is too weak. Let me deal with you."
The Bloodthirsty Warrior was also a little annoyed. A mere rare elite made it so difficult for him to defeat it. Although he had been suppressing the opponent, the boy's movements were very coquettish and he couldn't do any damage to him.
It seems like I have to use a big move.
roar!
Savage roar!
Instantly enter a state of rage.
charge!
Bang! The impact caused Sal to stumble backwards.
Violent attack!
The battle axe was swung wildly, and Thrall was overwhelmed. Clank clank clang, he barely blocked three attacks, but the weapon was shaken away by the fourth attack.
Skull-splitting attack!
Bang, this blow almost blew up Sal's head.
-1873 (coma)!
Thrall's health bar dropped to the bottom in an instant, and he fell into a coma.
He fell to the ground with a thud.
(Is my power really too weak? Am I going to die?)
This is what Sal thought at the moment he lost consciousness.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood in the Frostwolf Clan.
"Uncle Saurfang, what is power? Why are so many people looking for power?"
"This is power!" Saurfang raised his arms, and the bulging muscles were exaggerated.
"The power of a warrior comes from the courage in your heart and the anger in your blood. Courage makes you fearless, and anger makes you powerful. But don't let anger get to your head. Release the anger in your heart to your enemy and let the furious will control your body. This is the power of a warrior.
Pick up your weapon, little one, and let me see what you can do."
Thrall swung the axe with all his might, but suddenly lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, you are still too young to understand these. You will understand them naturally when you grow up. Come, let me teach you a few moves. Watch carefully."
"This is called Fearless Slash! This move is called Whirlwind Slash! And this one is the unique skill of our Thunder God Clan, Storm Strike. I won't teach it to ordinary people."
Thrall watched in confusion as Saurfang displayed his combat skills. Each strike was so powerful that it was enough to split mountains and rocks. His mouth opened wide.
"Father, what is power? Why do seek it?"
Durotan looked at Thrall lovingly, "Your strength comes from your patience and your control of timing. To catch prey, a hunter must always stay calm, grasp the right moment to strike, and kill with one blow.
Remember, the hunter is also the prey. In the forest, you must always be alert to danger and never be careless. Come on, son, I will show you what a real hunter is. "
A group of reindeer were driven over from the woods. Durotan first concentrated his mind and locked his eyes on them, then suddenly threw out his axe, circling and cutting a reindeer in two.
Spin throw!
Throw the net!
Raptor Strike!
Dance of the Frostwolves!
In the blink of an eye, five or six reindeer had fallen to the ground, each of them killed with one blow, without any delay.
"Do you understand?"
Sal shook his head in confusion.
There was the sound of my mother's laughter.
"Durotan, Go'el is still too young to learn to hunt."
"Humph, he is my son Durotan. When I was six years old, I could already hunt cave bears..."
The scene in front of him changed again, and Thrall saw Samuro, slashing with the sword in his hand against the wind.
"Uncle Samuro, what is power?"
"Strength is speed, absolute speed, and absolute precision. Flesh is extremely fragile in front of steel. As long as you are fast enough and kill the enemy before he kills you, you can win the battle. Just like this—"
Gale Slash!
With a swish, the sword blade slashed out, and a leaf was split into two at the stem .
"As long as the speed is fast enough and the accuracy is high enough, you can kill everything. The way of the sword is the way of the wind. Feel the wind, control the wind, and become the wind - keep an eye on little Gui'er."
He kicked the tree beside him, and as the leaves fell, he swung the sword again.
Gale Slash!
Continuous slashing of wind!
The wind is dancing!
Blade Storm!
Samuro's figure was like a whirlwind, and the fallen leaves in the whirlwind were like falling into a meat grinder. When Samuro's figure stopped, hundreds of leaves were split in half from the middle.
"Wow, that's amazing."
The Sar scholar Samuro spun around, but fell flat on his butt.
"Hahaha, little Gui'er, you are still too naive. It took me my whole life to learn this trick..."
"Grandpa Drek'Thar, what is power?"
"Power is the element. This world is full of elemental power. Call upon them. If you can get a response, you can control everything. The power of storms, fire, earth, and water... Watch out."
Drek'Thar pointed to a boulder not far away.
Strong wind!
A whirlwind swirled and gathered around Drek'thar. With a sudden wave of his hand, it turned into a whirlwind that actually swept the boulder directly into the air.
flame!
The flames gathered in his hands and he punched out, the flames blasting the boulder into pieces.
Amid the rubble, Drek'Thar once again summoned the power of the elements.
Earth!
Boom! A wall of earth rose up in an instant, blocking all the rubble. However, because Sal was standing far away, he was hit on the head by a piece of rubble.
It hurts so much!
Drek'thar was startled and waved his hand hastily.
Water flow!
With a flash of green light, the wounds on Thrall's body healed instantly.
"See? This is the power of elemental forces."
Sal looked on in confusion as the four figures in front of him gradually became blurred and overlapped.
He suddenly opened his eyes, the intense pain was fading from his head, but in just a moment, he seemed to recall many forgotten memories.
