Melee

"Saiyba, I'm coming to help you!" Lantresuo shouted from afar, unable to see what was happening in the field. He had originally meant to confuse Lanbo behind him, but it startled Leiluo, who had just caught sight of victory.

"Saiyba still has a backup plan!"

Leiluo stopped tangling with Saiyba. Taking advantage of the dust filling the air and no one being able to see anyone clearly, he decided to strike first and eliminate Saiyba's reinforcements.

Having reached the edge of the battlefield, Lantresuo was still wondering how to further deceive Lanbo behind him when an axe shadow swung out of the dust. With no time to dodge, Lantresuo could only take the blow head-on, and was sent flying far back.

"Damn! Since when did Ogres have someone this strong?" Lantresuo's injuries had not yet healed, and he had only barely avoided further injury at the hands of the five black-robed men. This blow made his wounds even worse. Looking at the blood on the back of his hand, Lantresuo's expression turned grave.

"Heh, Saiyba's backup isn't much after all. I can finish him in one go." Sensing that he had sent his opponent flying, Leiluo breathed a sigh of relief. Saiyba's "backup" was not as strong as he had imagined.

"Mirror Image."

Seeing the great axe coming down at him again, Lantresuo decisively used the Sword Saint's ultimate technique to confuse his opponent.

"Damn, Gul'dan has Sword Saints under him too?" Leiluo was somewhat shocked as he looked at the five Orcs before him, real and false mixed together.

"Damn, Gul'dan already sent someone to support Saiyba?" Seeing that Leiluo was also an Orc, Lantresuo was just as shocked as Leiluo.

As the two faced off, Lanbo finally caught up to Lantresuo, who had made him eat dust all the way here. He saw Leiluo as well, but he did not care about him. The only thing he wanted now was to tear apart the Orc who had severed his wing.

Lanbo raised the greatsword in his hand and brought it straight down on Lantresuo and Leiluo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—what the hell? Why is there a Doom Guard here? What is this?!" Frantically dodging the greatsword and the flames spraying in every direction, Leiluo stared blankly at the demon. No matter how fake he was, he still recognized a Doom Guard. One had never appeared on Draenor before. Only at this moment did he truly feel the power of the butterfly effect.

"Hey, Gul'dan's dog, is your Lord Gul'dan really using Fel Energy so recklessly? Isn't he afraid that old man Ner'zhul will cripple him?" Looking at the equally flustered Lantresuo, Leiluo sneered, "Looks like Gul'dan's demon doesn't listen to you. It's even trying to chop you up."

"Gul'dan? Lord? So this Orc really came to help Saiyba. It's over. I've reached the end of the road." Lanbo's greatsword crashed down beside Lantresuo. The impact against the ground made it impossible for Lantresuo to hear what Leiluo said, and instead convinced him even more firmly that Leiluo was Gul'dan's lackey.

Though he felt trapped in a hopeless situation, Lantresuo did not intend to accept his fate. In his final moments, he wanted to take one person down with him: Saiyba. Thus, taking advantage of Leiluo dodging Lanbo's indiscriminate attacks, he used the Sword Saint's agility to slip past Leiluo and run toward the area behind him.

"Bastard, don't think about helping Saiyba." Seeing Saiyba's "helper" pass him by, Leiluo swung his Battle Axe to stop Lantresuo. But the Doom Guard attacked again, forcing him to abandon Lantresuo and focus on the demon before him.

"Bastard, don't obstruct Lord Lanbo." Gradually adapting to a body missing half a wing, Lanbo began to regain the imposing presence of a Burning Legion squad captain.

"Demon, I won't let you pass again. Give it up and die." This time, Leiluo did not dodge. He directly met Lanbo's greatsword with his Battle Axe.

Clang

The axe and sword separated immediately after colliding. Lanbo silently marveled at Leiluo's strength, while Leiluo's hand trembled slightly. For the first time, he had lost in a contest of pure strength.

"Kid, you're pretty strong. Want to join our Burning Legion?"

"Heh, you're ugly as a club, and you're even missing half a wing. You want me to follow you? No future in that." Leiluo started spewing trash talk again.

"What? Bastard!" Lanbo had always considered himself the most handsome man on the squad. Not only had Leiluo mocked him for being ugly, he had also rubbed salt into his wound by bringing up his wings. He no longer wanted to recruit the other man. Instead, he began considering how to chop him into minced meat and have his soul as a drinking snack.

"Accept judgment! Rain of Fire!"

Lanbo held his sword in one hand, raised his other clenched hand toward the sky, and shouted.

As his voice fell, fireballs rained down from the heavens, fast and dense as a violent storm.

"Damn, going straight for the ultimate move! Divine Protection." Startled by Lanbo's large-scale spell, Leiluo truly experienced the power of magic in Warcraft for the first time.

Seeing Leiluo form an eggshell-like barrier that blocked his proudest spell, Lanbo viciously said, "Let's see how long you can keep that up!"

Taking the opportunity to escape from Leiluo and Lanbo, Lantresuo sped forward without looking back. He feared that if he paused, he would be entangled by "Gul'dan's lackey," and then he would lose his last chance. Little did he know that his so-called "Gul'dan lackey" was currently fighting fiercely against Lanbo, the Doom Guard.

Having lost his target, Saiyba stopped casting. Without the dust kicked up by the crackling lightning, the entire battlefield gradually became clear.

In the middle of the canyon, the Ogres were already on the verge of collapse under the Pebble Clan's stubborn resistance and the Behemoths' pincer attack. Saiyba, who had only just calmed down, prepared to act. At the front of the canyon, amid the ruins of the city wall, Leiluo and Lanbo were fighting with great enthusiasm.

The moment he spotted Saiyba, Lantresuo forced himself to stay alert. He did not care why bone spikes had appeared on Saiyba's body, why his skin had turned red, or where these Orcs fighting alongside the Behemoths against the Ogres had come from. At this moment, all he saw was Saiyba's head.

He activated Zephyr Step beneath his feet, and a phantom image appeared in the air. His injuries no longer allowed Lantresuo to vanish without a trace as he had at the beginning, but even this level of Zephyr Step was enough to bring him close to Saiyba amid this chaotic scene.

The dark-red sword was already chipped in places, and even with Zephyr Step, his movements were no longer nimble. Everything seemed to be telling Lantresuo that the Sword Saint's glory would perish today. But so what? Before that glory faded, he was still its Sword Saint. He could still crown himself in glory with his enemy's head.

He moved forward slowly, just as he had during the trial to become a Sword Saint, quietly approaching his prey. Slowly raising the sword in his hand, Lantresuo reached Saiyba's back. With a flick of his hand—Critical Strike! The sword pierced out through Saiyba's chest.

"Ah!" Saiyba, struck through the chest, turned and launched a fireball, blasting Lantresuo behind him away. Then his vision went black, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Lantresuo closed his eyes in midair as well. His final memory was the smell of roasted flesh burning from his chest.