"Fair?"
Tyrande pointed to the Fel Rune on the cave wall and coldly questioned, "This is Fel power from the Burning Legion, capable of imprisoning the power of the Moon Goddess within us. How is this fair?"
Swordmaster Samuro turned around, holding a sharp long sword in his hand. His ferocious face looked proud, and he looked at Tyrande mockingly. "We orcs are a race that values honor. Glory is more important than life. We only rely on our own strength to fight and never rely on external forces. This is true fairness. Which of you comes first."
Clearly, Sword Samuro didn't want to suffer a loss and only wanted a one-on-one duel.
Tyrande was furious, her eyebrows furrowing in anger, and she was about to say something.
Malfurion stepped forward to stand in front of Tyrande, looked at the Orcs swordsman, and calmly said, "Very well, then I will test your skills. In the past ten thousand years, apart from slumbering, I have occasionally practiced some martial arts."
Samuro looked at Malfurion, who was unarmed, grinned, and said sarcastically:
"Malfurion, this is a painful lesson. Your chest will warm my blade, and I will devour you all, leaving not even bones behind. Behold my Wind Walk."
Samuro gripped his longsword with both hands, his figure darting about with terrifying speed, leaving afterimages in his wake as he viciously slashed at Malfurion.
Malfurion narrowed his eyes. In Samuro's eyes, Malfurion did not move at all, not even raising his hand, but his longsword missed its mark, and then his hand was empty as the longsword disappeared.
Malfurion toyed with Samuro's longsword, chuckling, "It's a fine sword."
"Disarming him bare-handed!" Samuro exclaimed in surprise.
"Just some simple techniques," Malfurion said dismissively.
"If you lived for ten thousand years like me and were bored out of your mind, you'd also try to figure out some techniques to kill time. Back in the Battle of Ahn'Qiraj, I fought against the Sword Emperor, one of the Twin Emperors. The difference in strength and size rendered my techniques meaningless, and I suffered a crushing defeat."
Samuro, the orc swordsman, won by skill, not by much strength compared to Malfurion. Malfurion, with his superior technique, easily secured victory.
Malfurion turned his sword, pointing the hilt at Samuro: "You've lost. If you want to defeat me, you'll probably need to practice your swordsmanship for another ten thousand years. Orcs are a race that values honor. Let us leave."
Samuro took the sword, noticing Malfurion's unusual caution, and instead of launching a sneak attack, he retreated several dozen steps to maintain a safe distance from Malfurion, shouting loudly:
"I haven't lost yet. I swear by the ancestors of the Burning Blade Clan, you haven't even witnessed the terror of a Sword Saint. Let me show you my unparalleled martial arts, the true essence of a Sword Saint: Mirror Image Technique."
Samuro's figure blurred, and after a puff of smoke, Samuro disappeared, replaced by hundreds of Orcs, each with a ferocious face, fierce and strong, wielding all sorts of weapons.
Malfurion immediately frowned; no matter how skillful the technique, it was still useless in a group fight.
Tyrande was so angry that her face turned white, and she shouted angrily:
"Samuro, you dare call yourself the Orc Blademaster? Is this your glory? Damn Mirror Image, these are clearly members of the Burning Blade Clan. I sensed their presence in the cave behind you long ago."
Samuro stood at the very back of the crowd, beaming with pride:
"Tyrande, although you are the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess, you don't understand the ultimate secrets of a Blademaster at all. With this Mirror Image Technique, I have defeated Invincible one in Draenor. Even Blackhand Blackhand Grom Hellscream are no match for me. I am the recognized Orc Blademaster, the number one expert in Draenor."
It was supposed to be a one-on-one duel, but now it's turned into a brawl between one person and a hundred. This is the true essence of the Orc Blademaster, the ultimate method to defeat all Invincible.
Malfurion helplessly shrugged and said:
"Tyrande, we can only rely on you now. Do it cleanly. For ten thousand years, we've only had to do this when faced with life-or-death situations. Every time we're careful, we leave no trace, so we can live a little longer."
As soon as Malfurion finished speaking, Tyrande's demeanor underwent a dramatic change. She was no longer the devout Priestess praying to the Moon Goddess; her slender figure seemed to conceal a terrifying war god.
Samuro's heart raced, as if it would leap out of his chest. This kind of warning only appeared when facing the most dangerous monsters. Tyrande took a small step, and it seemed as if the entire cave was shaking.
"Do you know the Night Warrior? A lowly Orcs." Tyrande looked at Samuro with disdain.
Samuro's voice trembled as he asked in a chilling voice, "Impossible! This is a confined space built by the Legion Engineers, capable of imprisoning all the power of the Moon Goddess. What Night Warrior? I'm not afraid of him."
"Hehe!"
Tyrande chuckled softly. A gentle breeze swept by, and all the Orcs in the cave, except for Samuro, were bound by a mysterious force. Tyrande walked lightly toward Samuro and snapped her fingers.
The imprisoned Orcs shattered instantly, their weapons and armor turning to ashes without a trace. Samuro watched this scene in horror and whispered:
"This is magic."
Tyrande raised her eyebrows, a hint of approval in her eyes:
"Good eye, little Orcs. This is the simplest Arcane Magic, Disintegration. I've improved it and combined it with Dispel spells. It's powerful, has a wide range, and consumes very little mana. For ten thousand years, I've been pondering this spell in my spare time, using my authority to reference various schools of magic and constantly improving it. It's extremely useful."
Samuro felt a chill run down his spine and whispered, "You are Night Elf, Priestess of the Moon Goddess. Why are you leading the way in defying the prohibition to research magic? This is not fair."
Tyrande gave a disdainful smile:
"Do you really think we can rely on Elune? The ban is just something we say to our people. I understood this ten thousand years ago; in crucial moments, we still have to rely on ourselves. Speaking of which, the ban is really inconvenient. I have to improve Arcane energy, making it completely different from mainstream spells. The elemental fluctuations are so subtle that those foolish mages can't even detect them."
In this world, whoever takes things too seriously loses.
Everyone has witnessed the power of magic; Tyrande is never stupid.
"Tyrande, we can begin," Malfurion reminded her.
Tyrande nodded, looking at Samuro with disdain. "Young Orcs, do you know why I spared your life?"
Samuro shook his head; at this moment, his heart was completely consumed by fear.
"Speaking of which, it was the reputation of the Orc Blademaster that saved you." Tyrande frowned slightly. "After losing the power of the Moon Goddess, it would raise suspicion if Malfurion and Tyrande escaped from the Invincible Blademaster."
Samuro saw a glimmer of hope and hurriedly knelt on the ground, pleading, "I swear by the ancestors of the Burning Blade Clan, I, Samuro, will never reveal what happened today, or I will become Gronn's excrement."
Tyrande shook her finger and whispered:
"Orcs are never trustworthy, and you might use that to blackmail us. Luckily, Malfurion and I were prepared for this situation. The longer you live, the more thorough you become in thinking things through."