Delaris looked indifferently at the human Gladiator who was rushing toward him. The creature's eyes were shining with a crazy light, and seemed to have a trace of bloodshot eyes. It looked mentally unstable to the extreme, like a wounded beast.
"The weak..."
Delaris moved his steps slightly, and reached the other side. He stretched out his foot and lightly hooked under the running human. He waved his arms, lost his balance, and flew out. Under Anger, people often make wrong judgments. In battle, this kind of mistake will be fatal!
Therefore, the real High-Rank Warrior must learn to control Anger, then enjoy Anger, and use a cruel calmness to force himself to keep a clear mind under Anger. Only in this way can the power generated by Rage truly belong to himself.
Delaris completed the training of Anger Control a long time ago, probably...4000 years ago.
At that time, in Eldre'Thalas, the beautiful City that had not yet been abandoned, Delaris and his companions received training from the old Warrior who had survived War of the Ancients. After becoming proficient in using weapons, they would Get the first weapon in your life, usually a short knife, and then enter the Woodland of Feralas with only 3 days of rations. Only with a perfect Hunt and an undamaged Ironfur Wolf fur can you enter higher-level training again.
Delaris is the best Warrior of his generation.
In the world of Immortals, all changes are extremely slow. 4,000 years almost flashed by. A long time ago, just after the end of War of the Ancients, the tribesmen who were driven crazy by the Arcane Power hunger and thirst coming from their bodies began to study forbidden magic. At that time, they also restrained themselves. After the situation became worse, by Tortheldrin Prince took the lead and gathered the power of all Shen'dralar Archmage, and they finally summoned a Demon that was powerful enough.
That Demon destroyed most of Eldre'Thalas, and was imprisoned by Shen'dralar Elf. His people relied on Arcane Power Lingering on in Desperation that absorbed that Demon.
They are like a group of beasts who give up their dignity for food! From sneaky to aboveboard.
But Delaris had to admit that he was also one of those beasts. He once wanted to pretend that he didn't know those things, pretend that he didn't know Tortheldrin Prince issued the order to abandon Eldre'Thalas, pretending that he did not know the cruel news that his once beautiful home had been occupied by the rude Ogre and the disgusting Demon.
He even wanted to pretend that he saw the painful memories of those companions who were suffering deeply and chose to commit suicide under the cruel reality, but he couldn't lie to himself after all.
In the 4034th year of his life, Delaris became the first Shen'dralar Elf to walk out of the Inner City area that had been filled with the stench of Demon. When he left, no one came to see him off. What accompanied him was just an ancestral Broken Blade.
He knew that his Ancestor was a Bigwigs, the Squire of the former Shen'dralar ruler Velinde, but after Tortheldrin came to power, all the glory was far away from him.
When Delaris walked out of the slowly closing Great Door carrying the Broken Sword, he looked back and saw those compatriots who were living like Risen walking flesh, looking at him with neither sadness nor joy.
The warrior turned and walked into the abandoned outer city. He knew that he was a member of this city, and he knew that he would save it from darkness and corruption.
A person's life is difficult, especially now that the world has undergone major changes. He has never left Feralas, because he knows that the power he needs is here!
When he walked out of the ruins of Eldre'Thalas with scars all over his body, it was when the last Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament ended, and he looked at the indifferent standing at the top Just a casual word from Rogue attracted thousands of people to follow him. A Small Faction took shape in an instant, watching those powerful Gladiator follow behind the Rogue.
Delaris knows that that is the power he is looking for, enough power to overthrow the crazy Tortheldrin, and at least rescue some of his compatriots from his rule. As for the power to overthrow Tortheldrin After Prince, he didn't know how to treat his fellow Mana addiction, including his own Delaris. He was just a Warrior, and he couldn't think of an answer to such a complicated question.
But at least we must rescue them first, so that those compatriots can live openly in the sun, instead of cowering in the darkness underground like Troggs.
"I will save you! We will live under the sun!"
The Warrior of Shen'dralar lowered his head. The dark armor covered his face and his expression. All you could see was that he coldly stabbed the Broken Blade in his hand into the chest of the entangled human Gladiator.
"I will become the champion and free my people... get out of my way!"
"Poof"
The last human, Warrior, fell weakly to the ground. Goblin Referee, who was not far away, raised the red air flag in his hand to signal the end of the fight. Deafening cheers sounded from the surroundings. Shen'dralar Elf turned to look at the audience who were excited about the killing. He could not understand this kind of fanaticism.
Shen'dralar has been isolated from the world for too long, but in the noble years, they were all a group of Guard who kept secrets and books. Everything about them, including their martial arts, existed as tools, and their violence was not for killing.
Although the ancient Combat Techniques of Delaris appears to be so elegant and deadly in the eyes of the audience, in fact, when taking away his life, this descendant of Shen'dralar cannot feel even the slightest excitement. Even though he has become Warrior, he is still a scholar at his core. This has been the responsibility of Shen'dralar from ancient times to the present.
"Fourteen wins... one more to go!"
Delaris sat cross-legged on the ground, put Broken Blade on his lap, squeezing the last bit of Stamina from himself. He felt very hungry, not from the hunger in his body, but from the hunger in Bloodline. He was resisting Arcane Power's needs from the day he left Inner City until now.
From having to secretly drink Arcane Power every day to now once a week, that kind of hunger, the kind that would completely destroy him, is his biggest enemy.
He has to suppress it in order to win Final Battle. As long as he defeats the next enemy, he can enter Resurrection Match. Delaris is not very confident in himself, but this is the only way in front of him, so he must go on.
That Night Elf who has been trying to contact him... the general who calls himself Shandris·Feathermoon, he does not trust her because he knows where the tragedy of Shen'dralar comes from, and he will no longer trust those purple-skinned "compatriots".
"Are you...Shen'dralar descendants?"
A gentle but majestic voice interrupted Delaris's meditation. He opened his eyes, and his last opponent was already standing in Gladiatorial Arena, which was Elf, there is no doubt that it can be seen from the sharp ears sticking out from the left and right sides of his long blond hair. His eyes are green, like green Gemstone. Above the eyes, two eyebrows extending diagonally upward make this face look more heroic.
He should be a Bigwigs!
Although he is now wearing an ordinary Bard robe, he cannot hide the majestic demeanor on his body, just like the ancient kings Delaris saw in Library's murals.
He was far away from him, but the clear voice in his ears proved his identity. It was Mage, and it was most likely the secret Arcanist. Shen'dralar was also considered a mysterious inheritance.
Delaris felt that he should say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent. He stood up and assumed a fighting posture.
Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. His voice was wrapped in magic and passed through the air, reaching Delaris's ears.
"I know you are Shen'dralar descendants, that sword, Quel'Serrar... forget it, I am Kael'thas·Sunstrider, Dath'Remar, the former king's Heir 7000 years later, we are brothers of the ancient covenant!"
Delaris was shocked. He knew many secrets, including the secret agreement between Velinde and Dath'Remar. The two people who were both Highborne chose to leave their hometown because of the rejection of Kaldorei Elf. However, just before departure, Velinde mysteriously disappeared. In the end, Shen'dralar and Highborne could only stay in Eldre'Thalas until now.
If there hadn't been that accident, I'm afraid now, as Elf, who claims to be Sunstrider, said, the two forces may have really merged together.
But Delaris did not forget his mission. Although this Elf was very sincere, he still chose to hold the weapon tightly and activated Charge without saying a word.
Seeing Delaris rushing towards him with the force of thunder, Kael'thas frowned, and with a slight stroke of his left hand in the air, a golden half of Wings with the top like a phoenix spread out, and a delicate Staff guarding a green energy Gemstone appeared in his hand.
That is Sin'dorei Scepter. He was the symbol of Prince back then. Sunstrider's Pride is perfect as a weapon, but its symbolic meaning is very strong and it is too powerful. Therefore, in ordinary battles, Kael'thas will generally not use that Artifact. The Sin'dorei Scepter in his hand is enough.
To be honest, at the level of a guy like Kael'thas, who is only one step away from Epic Hero, ordinary weapons really have little meaning.
Kael'thas gently tapped Staff on the ground, a ray of flame appeared in the air, and then a bird screamed at the same place. The sound was so sharp and bright that it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and then they saw the entire Gladiatorial Arena At this moment, it was wrapped in the crimson flame light, and the air was distorted. When the flame dissipated in the next second, a beautiful, noble creature with its whole body covered in golden and crimson flame feathers, and golden Crown of the Fire Festival-like feathers on its head appeared behind Kael'thas.
The moment this powerful creature appeared, the entire Runes magic barrier set up around Gladiatorial Arena emitted a not very dazzling light, and the flow of Arcane Power was abruptly interrupted and became chaotic.
That is Prince His Majesty's pet, Azeroth one of the rarest creatures, Elemental Phoenix, Flame power's ultimate manifestation.
Kael'thas was protected in place by Austria's Wings, and Delaris's Charge couldn't even hurt him in the slightest.
Sunstrider's Sun King ignored the screams and exclamations in the audience. At this time, he was as majestic as the god of fire who came to the world. The demons Mage all have their own means of masking their aura, and Kael'thas is the best among them. Until this moment, Delaris didn't know what kind of character he was fighting.
"Is it still necessary to continue fighting? Brother Shen'dralar, let us put down our weapons and have a good talk. I came here with the intention of peace."
Kael'thas did not attack rashly, but continued to persuade. In this situation where it was completely impossible to win, Delaris took a deep breath and grasped Quel'Serrar's sword hilt again. Blood Red's Rage appeared from his body and was wrapped in his black armor.
"I... I have my mission, and I have things I have to do, so don't block my way!"
"Charge!"