"Haha, no one can defeat the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan."
Killing Robbie was part of Ner'zhul's plan.
He mocked Robbie's overestimation of his abilities, raised his staff, and began to cast a spell.
According to Orcs tradition, the two sides should have engaged in a passionate melee, drawing blood from each other. If they could not determine a winner, they would then exchange spells.
Based on the rumor that Robbie once defeated Thrall with his skillful hand-to-hand combat, Ner'zhul was quite wary of him and thus directly used his signature spell.
Robbie knew very little about Ner'zhul, only that he was a strong, muscular Orcs, a Shaman, and had the ability to communicate with spirits; nothing else.
Robbie thought to himself, "I must interrupt his spellcasting."
Robbie couldn't even imagine the terror that would ensue if a Shaman skilled in communicating with spirits were to complete a spell.
Robbie took a few steps back, then took a short running start, leaped high into the air, and swung the Cursed Torch down in a wide arc, smashing it down on Robbie's head.
Ever since Grom Grommash Hellscream slashed the Pit Lord Mannoroth with his leaping strike, Warriors from both the Alliance and the Horde have been fired up and have been practicing this move diligently, with a growing trend of replacing the Charge.
When Ner'zhul saw Robbie use the same tactic, he looked at him with disdain.
Grom Grommash Hellscream was a legendary Orcs, chieftain of the Warsong Clan, Mastery fatal blows and devastating in melee combat.
The ability to kill the Pit Lord Mannoroth was due in part to Grommash Hellscream's fearless courage, but also to the power of the Gorehowl, the two-handed axe used by the Warsong Clan chieftains.
Legendary that the hearts of six Gronn were sealed within Gorehowl, granting it immense power.
Even so, Grommash Hellscream's leaping strike cannot be used lightly; it must be timed precisely, seizing the opponent's brief moment of weakness to deliver a fatal blow.
Years of combat experience had turned into muscle memory; Ner'zhul knew how to counter this move even with his eyes closed, so he didn't take it to heart.
"Bang!"
The cleats-covered riding boots made intimate contact with Ner'zhul's face.
Both men cried out in pain at the same time and each took a few steps back.
Robbie had planned it all along; the jumping strike was just a feint, the real killing move was in his footwork.
Orcs are naturally strong, with arms almost as thick as their thighs. While this gives them an advantage in strength, it makes their lower body somewhat unstable, so they rarely use leg techniques.
Throughout the Azeroth Continent, apart from Monks, melee classes don't pay much attention to leg techniques. This has created a habitual mindset, leaving them with almost no defense against leg techniques.
Using this established way of thinking, combined with Yrel's hoof skills, Robbie's attack was effective.
Unfortunately, Orcs do have fangs.
Robbie's kick Ner'zhul's face covered in blood, and at the same time, a piercing pain shot through him. Robbie noticed a sharp fang stuck in the sole of his boot.
Like all Orcs, Ner'zhul was very concerned about his fangs.
He deliberately drilled two small holes in the fangs and inlaid two silver rings.
Because of the hole drilled in, the fangs weren't very strong, and Robbie's full-force kick broke them in two at the drilled point.
Robbie pulled the Orcs's fangs off his riding boots, hissing in pain. He worried he might have rabies or something, and quickly used Holy Light to heal himself.
The silver rings embedded in the fangs pulsated with magic. These two silver rings were not ornaments, but two magical rings. Robbie was secretly pleased and accepted them for the time being.
"You've ruined my handsome face, you've destroyed my sharp fangs." Ner'zhul, his Ner'zhul in blood, looked even more ferocious. "No one can kick the Shadowmoon Clan chieftain in the face."
Didn't we just mention that? Robbie wondered!
The broken fangs did not cause Ner'zhul to lose his mind; he brandished his staff and began casting spells again.
"The Fist of Justice."
Fist of Justice, Paladin skill, can stun the opponent for a short time and can be used to interrupt spellcasting.
Ner'zhul was familiar with the Draenei, and of course, he was extremely familiar with the Paladin's Fist of Holy Light. Orcs skulls are hard and can resist most stun effects, so Ner'zhul didn't take the mere Fist of Holy Light seriously at all.
Unexpectedly, Robbie's Fist of Justice didn't land on Ner'zhul's head, but instead struck him directly in the stomach. Even though the Orcs's muscles were thick enough, unfortunately, there was no bone to protect him.
Ner'zhul felt a sharp pain in his stomach and had to stop casting the spell.
How despicable! Ner'zhul finally realized that this human didn't follow any rules at all.
"Human, you have successfully angered the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan." Ner'zhul abandoned his spellcasting plan and slowly raised the staff in his hand.
All Orcs are Warriors, even Shaman like Ner'zhul, whose close-combat skills are by no means weak.
Ner'zhul's staff is called the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, said to have been forged from the spine of a Gronn. Soaked in the Shadowmoon Clan's sacred pool for hundreds of years, it possesses not only the ability to manipulate souls through spellcasting but is also a highly powerful melee weapon.
Robbie swung his hammer at Ner'zhul, Ner'zhul neither dodged nor evaded, using his staff to block the Cursed Torch. Once Robbie had withdrawn his weapon, Ner'zhul immediately launched a counterattack, his staff whistling through the air as it came crashing down. Robbie didn't dodge either, and the two clashed head-on in a contest of strength.
Bang bang bang! The Cursed Torch and the Staff of Ten Thousand Souls clashed, resulting in a draw.
"Hahaha, you little human, you're nothing special!"
Through a brief test, although Robbie's strength was unexpected, allowing him to hold his own against Ner'zhul, it was far less formidable than rumored.
This power was not enough to defeat Thrall, Ner'zhul became increasingly convinced that the rumors were just that—rumors—and should not be believed.
Once he had grasped Robbie's strength, Ner'zhul began to employ trickery.
The Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls suddenly transformed into a snake, coiling around Robbie's Cursed Torch, and the two weapons flew into the air together.
"Wow, they actually need to do that?" Robbie exclaimed in surprise.
When both sides are unarmed, the Orcs' strong physique, thick muscles, high resistance to blows, and fists the size of sandbags become a huge advantage.
Ner'zhul seemed to have already foreseen victory.
"See? See? I told you! How could the Defiler Kapol possibly defeat Thrall!"
At this moment, the five members of the Peace Dove group had been captured by Yrel and tied up tightly. However, these five did not have the awareness of being prisoners and were pointing fingers at the battle situation.
Ner'zhul suddenly threw a punch.
Robbie dodged.
Ner'zhul threw another punch.
Robbie easily dodged it again.
Robbie then threw a punch, Ner'zhul, unable to dodge, fell to the ground with a thud.
What's going on? The five of them looked completely bewildered.
Yrel, who had wanted to come and help, also stopped in her tracks.
Looking at Robbie's footwork, it seems a little different.
Robbie jumped from left to right, then from right to left, repeatedly, at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, seemingly in accordance with some kind of rhythm.
Ner'zhul struggled to his feet, his face pale, as if he were enduring something with great difficulty.
Robbie unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, leaving Ner'zhul with a bruised and swollen face.
Draenei stared intently at Robbie, then suddenly exclaimed, "I understand! I finally know why Thrall was defeated by the Blasphemer!"
The Peace Dove all turned to look at him.
"Because Thrall and Ner'zhul are both Shaman."
Pshaw, you think it's some kind of secret? Everyone knows this.
"No, no, you don't understand at all!" the Draenei shaman shouted. "Look at the way the Blasphemer Capor walks!"
What's so strange about these steps? It's just jumping back and forth, isn't it? The crowd was puzzled.
The Draenei shaman, clearly aware of some ancient matters, solemnly stated, "Tens of thousands of years ago, the trolls established a vast empire, invincible throughout Azeroth. Their power didn't stem from the trolls' ability to regenerate limbs, but from their unparalleled shamanic army."
"Until one day, a Night Elf invented a special way of walking, and the Shaman Legion was wiped out. The Troll Empire became history, and the Night Elves stepped onto the stage of history, becoming the protagonists of the Azeroth Continent."
"As you know, we Shaman spend our lives balancing the elements within our bodies, and this kind of movement can destabilize the Fire Elementals, causing conflict among the elements within the body. It is a mysterious rhythm, a unique tempo, called Back-and-Forth Hopping."
"So such a movement really exists! I thought it was just Legendary." Carola, the human Priest and leader of the group of five, timely displayed her extensive knowledge:
"It is said that when they conquered Molten Core, no one could defeat Ragnaros, the Firelord. Adventurers were helpless. It was the Elves who came up with a solution. They searched through the Alliance and the Horde, selected forty exceptionally talented individuals, and taught them the art of Back-and-Forth Hopping. They successfully defeated Ragnaros, forcing Ragnaros to flee into the lava."
"And then?" Yrel asked with interest.
"Later, Ragnaros successfully grew legs and learned to Back-and-Forth Hopping, so the adventurers were no match for him," Carola said regretfully.
"So that's the reason."
Robbie had always wondered why he was able to defeat Thrall in front of the Dark Portal.
Even if Thrall was an imposter, with his pitiful little body before drinking the blood, and his body weakened by death from studying the ways of Warlocks, he couldn't defeat any Orcs.
It turns out it was because of this mysterious footwork; it's practically Shaman killer!
If Ner'zhul can be kept alive, or even killed, then the problem of Shadowmoon Valley will be solved, and it will not be easy for the Shadowmoon Clan to elect a new leader.
"No one can defeat the great Shadowmoon Clan chieftain. Tell Prophet Velen that his era is over, and he will pay the price for his choices. Darkness is coming, and no one can save him."
Ner'zhul roared and spat out a black bead, which filled the entire observatory with black smoke and a foul, pungent odor.
When the smoke cleared, Ner'zhul was gone, along with the five members of the Peace Dove.
"Cough cough!" Robbie accidentally inhaled some smoke and started coughing violently.
Not far away, the Dark Portal slowly closed, Ner'zhul's sinister laughter echoed for a long time.