The Immortal and the clefthoof thundered straight toward each other, and the clash between Blackhand and Yrel had already begun.
Though the clefthoof was merely flesh and blood rather than being made entirely of metal like the Immortal, its massive body, heavy metal armor, and the towering Blackhand on its back brought the total weight of the beast known as the Iron Hoof Destroyer to several tons, nearly comparable to an elephant. As it charged, it seemed to carry the force to destroy heaven and earth.
"Whoosh—"
From far away, Yrel smelled a hot gust laden with the heavy stench of sulfur. It came from Blackhand's right hand.
The girl knew that beneath that seemingly unremarkable "charcoal-black lump" lay an extremely terrifying elemental power. It made Blackhand more than a mere warrior—he was a magical warrior whose weapon had been enchanted with flame.
With his powerful physique, peerless skill, and this terrifying trump card, Blackhand had defeated a succession of legendary warriors in the warlike Horde, including Kilrogg, Grom, Orgrim, and Durotan, securing the position of Warchief.
Though she had never fought him before, the Draenei leader understood this well. Yet she understood and trusted even more the two powers within her—two great forces representing the origin of the world, opposing yet complementing one another.
She firmly believed that, with the two powers her teacher had bestowed upon her, she would surely defeat Blackhand before her.
As their mounts charged onward, the two leaders drew closer.
At last, Yrel and Blackhand faced each other.
Both were great leaders of their respective races, as well as their strongest warriors.
They were the pride of their peoples, and their stories would live on for centuries in the war songs of the Orcish Horde and the epics of the Draenei.
This battle might