Pursuing the Fleeing
The moment the silver light pierced the head of the insectoid Vek'lor, the entire city of Ahn'Qiraj fell into a momentary silence, a silence beyond words, but it was immediately broken by a cheer.
"Vek'lor!" Excited cheers erupted from the battlefield on the right, accompanied by a howl filled with anger and sorrow. The howl came from the last remaining sword-wielding insectoid among the twin insectoids. It turned around, looked at its brother whose head had been pierced by silver light, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, let out a mournful cry, but the howl was drowned out by the cheers from the battlefield.
"Now!" Zul'ra looked at the sword-wielding insectoid who had turned to look at his brother. Without saying a word, he drew his Charge and charged forward, preparing to deliver a Kidney Shot. Unfortunately, before he could succeed, the insectoid let out a mournful cry. Fueled by rage, it stopped crying, turned around, and unleashed a devastating sweeping attack on Sanra.
The sweeping greatsword clashed with the leveled Snake Spear, producing another resounding metallic clang. Although the Snake Spear did not break, Zul'ra felt a sudden ache in the muscles of her arms and fingers. As the Snake Spear slipped from her grasp, she was sent flying, crashing into an Orcs Warrior and two human knights before being caught by a Shu'halo Warrior.
"Ah!" The sword-wielding insectoid swung his sword and sent Zul'ra flying. He then swept his sword around the arena before fixing his gaze on Zul'ra, who was being held by the Shu'halo Warrior. He charged at Sanra in a frenzy and beheaded the three human knights who stood in his way with his greatsword.
"Get away!" Zul'ra felt a sharp pain in both arms. After calming down, she saw the sword-wielding insectoid rushing out of the crowd. She quickly pushed away Shu'halo, who was holding her, and used her mind to call upon the Forest Sword. The silver light spun sharply in the crowd and stabbed straight at the back of the insectoid's head.
Perhaps driven by extreme rage, the insectoid Warrior lunged straight at Zul'ra, but it was as if he had an eye in the back of his head. He simply turned his head to the side to avoid the attack and continued his Charge. The beam of silver light pierced through Zul'ra and went straight to him, where he caught it.
Zul'ra caught the Forest Sword and looked at the insectoid Warrior had Charge towards him with the sword. Although his physique was no worse than his opponent's, he did not want to fight him head-on. The blades were not equal. His Forest Sword was only the width of an adult human's palm, while his opponent's was as thick as an adult's waist. In such a clash, even if there was a difference in the material of the blades, he would still be at a disadvantage.
Facing Charge Charge insectoid Warrior, Zul'ra did a somersault, flipping over the head of the charging insectoid Warrior in mid-air. After landing, she quickly twisted and swung her sword to stab the back of the opponent's head. However, this move failed as the opponent turned to swing his sword. She could only sheathe her sword in advance, stomp her foot, and retreat to increase the distance between herself and the opponent.
"Vek'nilash." The insectoid Warrior turned and slashed at the empty air with his sword, looking at the Trolls was as tall as himself but incredibly agile, and let out a defiant roar.
"I don't understand, none of you come any closer, it's mine." Sanra looked at the insectoid warrior Veknilas who was yelling at her, shook her head and winked at him cutely, while waving her hand to stop the warriors who were about to surround her. They wouldn't be able to help, they would only make things worse.
"Vek'nilash..." the insectoid Warrior roared, then charged at Zul'ra with his sword raised. Without any skill, he simply slashed vertically, the air whistling beneath the blade.
"I already said, I don't understand what you're saying." Zul'ra dodged the opponent's slash, but he was caught off guard by the opponent's sudden change of attack, a horizontal slash. The broadsword was wielded as if it were a needle, forcing him to raise his sword to parry.
Although the broadsword was like a needle in the hands of the insectoid Warrior, the sudden change in attack greatly reduced the blade's force, making it easy for Zul'ra to parry. After blocking the force, she still had the strength to deflect the opponent's blade and kick him, but it didn't cause much damage.
After several unsuccessful attacks, the insectoid Warrior's rationality reached its limit. Just as it was about to erupt in anger again, it was suddenly drawn to the scene in the sky. It saw an insectoid corpse being surrounded by wisps of Arcane energy behind Zul'ra, flying straight towards a blue dragon in the sky. And this insectoid corpse was none other than its brother.
"Vek'lor." The insectoid Warrior cried out in despair as he watched the dragon's corpse being swept away by Arcane energy. He could no longer care about Zul'ra and hurriedly tried to chase after it, but he suddenly felt a chill on his chest. Looking down, he saw that a gleaming silver blade had pierced through his chest.
"I'm sorry." Zul'ra looked at the insectoid Warrior was crying out the name of his companion and apologized. After all, it was Tarecgosa who took away the insectoid corpse, so he had received some kind of off-the-spot support.
"Vek'lor, C'Thun...?" The insectoid Warrior, his chest pierced by a sword, still thought of his brother and cried out in anguish, questioning the god he worshipped. But before he could finish speaking, Zul'ra mercilessly beheaded him with a single sword strike.
"I don't know what you're trying to say, but hitting you wasn't my intention. Who told you to believe in the evil god?" Zul'ra looked at the decapitated insectoid Warrior, shrugged slightly, and then raised his laser-like sword towards the crowd.
Amidst another burst of cheers, Tarecgosa hurled the swirling insectoid corpses from the sky into the heart of the city's insectoid inhabitants, then unleashed a tremendous dragon roar, which was echoed by the flying dragons, dragonkin, and dragon beasts throughout the city.
Amidst the rising and falling, then unified, resounding dragon roars, the insectoids who had been fiercely battling in various corners of the city were no longer able to fight, and like wild beasts, they frantically scurried back to their nests or underground.
"Fight! Fight! For Kalimdor!" Zul'ra, hearing the dragon roars echoing through the city, raised his sword against the insectoids amidst the countless Warrior. He showed no pity for these servants of the Old God; Silithus and Tanaris were deserts because the Old God had drained all life from the land.
"For Kalimdor!" In response to Sanra's command, human knights, Kaldorei hunters, orc warriors, and Shuharu shamans all roared in response.
The last rays of sunlight had faded from the sky, and the Allied Warrior once again sprang into action, sweeping across Ahn'Qiraj like a flood, relentlessly pursuing and killing every single insectoid.
"Zul'ra Jin." Just as Zul'ra was urging the Warrior to keep training, a Warrior clad in plate armor emerged from the crowd.
"Jonathan, where's Commander Bolvar?" Zul'ra was about to retrieve her spear when she noticed the approaching Warrior and couldn't help but raise her eyes. Marcus Jonathan, Bolvar's adjutant. That bastard Bolvar, as commander, didn't give orders and insisted on Charge on the right flank. Is he dead yet?