The Final Chapter of the Trial of the Crusader (II)

After the Val'kyr Twins, who are over ten meters tall, entered the Trial of the Crusader, the sixteen teams participating in the finals also entered the arena one after another.

Eight teams each from the Alliance and the Horde, with twenty-five players in each team, stood on either side of the Arena.

Those who have made it this far, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, are the elite of the elite.

King Varian sat in the VIP section, opposite the Horde's VIP section, where Jaina and Thrall were chatting and laughing. Varian's gaze was irresistibly drawn to them.

Thrall whispered something in Jaina's ear, Jaina giggled, her beautifully shaped shoulders trembling, which made Varian's mood even worse.

Frustrated, Varian had no choice but to focus on the competition. He carefully observed the sixteen teams, noting that the Alliance teams represented a relatively even distribution of races.

Of the Horde's eight teams, only one team consisted mostly of Orcs, while the other seven teams had no Orcs at all.

This special group was located directly below the Horde's VIP seating area. Twenty-four robust Orcs carried a magnificent bed, on which lay an unusually obese Troll man.

The Troll man wore a luxurious golden robe, and the gold chain around his neck was as thick as an adult's thigh. The diamond in the ring on his left hand was as big as a human head.

The Troll man had an arrogant expression, looking down on everyone. Beside him, two beautiful Orcs women massaged him and served him various fruits and refreshments from time to time.

Varian knew this was the Horde's chosen champion team, and the Troll man was clearly the team's main player, but who was this guy and how could he be so arrogant?

Varian lowered his voice and asked his advisors:

What is the origin of this Troll?

The advisor replied respectfully and solemnly, "King Majesty, this Troll is no ordinary being; he is Savior 'Thrall younger brother."

"Thrall's younger brother?"

Varian felt intellectually challenged. Thrall was an Orcs, wasn't he? How could his brother be a Troll? What was going on?

Seeing Varian's confused expression, the aide explained in a low voice:

"Durotan, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan, and his wife Draka had only one offspring, Thrall. However, every Clans leader has many lovers, and this Troll is the offspring of Durotan and one of his lovers."

So he was Bastard Son? Could he be Orcs and Half-breed- Troll?

Varian scrutinized the fat Troll, which was as fat as an Ogre and had no Orcs features whatsoever, and immediately became suspicious.

The aide affirmed:

"This is absolutely true. A few days ago, Griftah, a famous merchant in Shattrath City, used the ancient blood-testing method of the Troll race to confirm that he is indeed Thrall's brother, Thrall firmly believes it."

Since even the Savior Thrall acknowledged this Troll brother, Varian couldn't say anything. No wonder this Troll was pre-selected as the leader of the championship team.

Varian then looked toward the Alliance's pre-selected champion team, twenty-four elite warriors from the Alliance races carrying an exquisite pagoda. The pagoda was divided into three tiers, gleaming with jewels, and seemed to be made of pure gold, with countless treasures inlaid on each tier.

At the top of the pagoda sat a Blood Elf woman, and Varian's gaze was immediately drawn to her at first glance.

Blood Elf women are known for their beauty, but this woman's beauty was exceptional, radiant and dazzling. Compared to her, Jaina looked like Ogre.

Varian swallowed hard and asked, "Who is this woman?"

The advisor glanced at her briefly before lowering his head, as if even looking at the woman would be impolite, and replied in a low voice, "Your King, she is the leader of Ironforge, daughter of Magni Bronzebeard."

Varian was bewildered once more. Magni Bronzebeard was a Dwarf, so how could his daughter be Blood Elf? Could she be another bastard?

An aide explained enviously, "She's my goddaughter."

"I see, "Varian understood perfectly. Magni Bronzebeard beard was already quite long, yet he had such a hobby. As a fellow King, why shouldn't he try what Magni could do?

Varian's heart immediately felt like it was overgrown with weeds.

After Tirion Fordring's brief speech, the final round of the Trials of the Trial of the Crusader officially began.

The Val'kyr Twins' Lightbane Fiora, Pride surveyed the dark mass of contestants and said disdainfully, "What a waste of time. Come at me all at once."

Faced with the towering Val'kyr Twins, who resembled Castles, no one considered it an impolite provocation. Apart from the two pre-selected champion teams, the other fourteen teams began their operation.

The colossal creatures, standing over ten meters tall, exerted immense psychological pressure on the participants. Initially, they attempted to probe the Val'kyr Twins with ranged attacks, but neither arrows nor magic proved effective against them, proving as ineffective as tickling.

"What a boring match." The Darkbane Eydis yawned. "In the name of the Lord of Darkness, sister, let us end this massacre."

"As you wish, my sister."

The Lightbane Fiora, stretched out his right hand, forming a terrifying vortex of light. The participants from all fourteen teams were uncontrollably drawn into the vicinity of the vortex and unable to move.

The Darkbane Eydis sneered, "Your souls belong to me now."

A chilling, dark aura enveloped the participants, mercilessly extracting their souls. All fourteen teams were instantly wiped out, their corpses falling straight down.

The Val'kyr Twins' control over their power was so exquisite that they did not harm their corpses.

A large horde of Orcs entered the Arena, carrying away the corpses of the contestants and piling them layer upon layer at the edge of the arena.

They'll be sent to the Slaughterhouse as soon as the competition ends, cleaned, cut into pieces, and made into Tough Jerky.

Tirion Fordring calmly delivered his speech:

"It's a pity that our warriors couldn't defeat the Lich King's winged messengers, the terrifying Val'kyr Twins. They died gloriously, they died nobly, they died for what they deserved, they died with great value. Fortunately, we have two teams that didn't participate; I wonder if they can create a miracle."

The Blood Elf woman, seated atop the pagoda, slowly raised her head, gazing at the obese Troll man opposite her, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice:

"Savior Thrall's brother, would you be willing to make the first appearance?"

The Troll man glanced disdainfully at the Val'kyr Twins, a smirk playing on his lips.

"They're just two ants. My sister knows my abilities. Apart from the Void Lords, there's no one in this universe worth my attention. Ladies first, please go first, sister."

The Blood Elf woman smiled sweetly, "Then I shall accept your offer."

The exquisite pagoda slowly rose into the air, clearly a magical item of considerable value. The Blood Elf woman took out a finely crafted short sword and approached the Lightbane Fiora. When they were still more than ten meters apart, she gently swung the sword downwards.

Lightbane Fiora, let out a painful scream as her massive body rapidly split in two, followed by a massive explosion. This seemingly delicate Blood Elf woman had actually killed one of the Val'kyr Twins with a single sword Execute from afar.

The VIPs in the stands gasped in surprise almost simultaneously.

King Varian was completely stunned. The sword strike had no imposing aura and he could not sense any power, yet it possessed such terrifying power.

On the stage Tirion Fordring excitedly exclaimed, "It's here! It's here! The Godslaying Void Slash, lost for ten thousand years, has finally found a successor! The Lich King is doomed!"