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Rex panted heavily. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and into his eye, blurring his vision. He swung his greatsword backhanded, smashing a transformed Iron Dwarf's arm to pieces. The dwarf staggered and fell, then was trampled to death by the enemies charging up behind him. I can't hold out much longer. It's time to leave, Rex decided at once.
Rex had no ties to the Iron Dwarves. If he had not needed to buy Kael'thas time, he would never have come here to fight for his life.
Now Rex realized he had reached his limit. Both his Holy Light and his stamina were running low. He could not last much longer. If he kept fighting, the enemies would surround him and kill him.
Although quite a few Iron Dwarves remained, the Temple was already on the verge of collapse. He could not stay here any longer.
Rex took a deep breath and swept his greatsword across, but did not immediately attempt to escape. Outside, Dar'Khan was watching him like a hawk. He would not stand idly by and let Rex flee.
After testing him several times, Rex had confirmed that this man had to be Dar'Khan.
Ice arrows kept hurtling toward him. Rex stepped to the right and instantly held his greatsword upright before him, blocking their attacks. He seethed inwardly. Dar'Khan clearly believed he had Rex in the palm of his hand, and he was largely responsible for how quickly Rex's stamina was draining.
Dar'Khan was a Spellcaster. He did not need to approach Rex to attack him; he could strike from a distance. That was exactly what he was doing now. He cast no particularly advanced magic, only ice arrows-an endless stream