A sudden battle was going on in the wasteland outside Keg-Shaped Market. On one side was God of War Jalak of the Zandalar Tribe. He was synonymous with Invincible in Zandalar Horde.
The other party is Vrykul Warrior from the mysterious land of Warrior Gavincente·Skovald, his past is a mystery, he came to Azeroth with a certain mission, and challenged all the famous Warrior on this land, in Before coming to Pandaria, he also went to Orgrimmar in Orcs and fought with Broxigar and Varok.
The result is unknown, but Broxigar·Saurfang went to the Stonetalon Mountains after that battle, and then disappeared for no reason just like in the original history.
Gavincente was in a good mood those days, and it was because of his good mood that he agreed to Varian to help him find his son. Now this fighting maniac has met another good opponent, so he is in a better mood, so he took the initiative to attack.
The bloody Storm blew up again, but this time it was Gavincente. The ground beneath Vrykul also cracked. Just like in the battle with Dire Maul Gladiatorial Arena, his body was like a huge boulder wrapped in blood, smashing towards Jalak.
The two axes in his hands were swung up and slashed down wildly. The breath created cracks on the ground behind Jalak. The ground was cut open by the sharp breath. Vrykul, with blood-red eyes, truly fell into a violent fighting posture, as crazy as a grinning beast.
"Come on! Come on! Fight! Stand up, you coward, come on!"
"Bang bang bang bang"
Three deafening loud noises sounded from Jalak's War Glaive, holding War Glaive's Troll with both hands God of War took four steps back before he regained his footing. This situation of being passively beaten also made his eyes turn blood red. He gritted his teeth and let out a roar from his throat, which was the clarion call for counterattack.
The blood Rage all over his body surged like Tornado wind, swirling around his body.
"Then fight! As you wish!"
"Bang!"
With a crazy sweep, the back of War Glaive's blade hit Gavincente's axe, causing his offensive to stop. Troll rushed up on the spot, and the knee of his left leg hit Gavincente's chin hard., hit Vrykul's head upwards, then landed on the ground, attacked separately, arms, elbows, knees, feet, Jalak's whole body seemed to have turned into the craziest weapon, Gavincente retreated continuously after a round of attacks.
Troll God of War made a pleasant Battle Shout sound. It didn't matter even if his face was covered with blood. The last punch was exactly the same position and the same attack.
This time it was Gavincente's turn to be thrown away. All Troll will have a small chance of becoming Troll Brutes as they grow, sacrificing their spell abilities to make their bodies stronger, Jalak is such a lucky person, but his body does not appear deformed because he is stronger, but this does not mean that his strength will become weaker. This punch really made Gavincente feel Pain.
But it also made his eyes become more ferocious, but it didn't matter, because Jalak was also aroused by the fierce battle. The thoughts of tearing everything apart were rolling and roaring in his brain, and the last trace of clarity was quickly extinguished. It was just like when he went out hunting with his father for the first time and met that old tiger with short legs.
It was for survival then, and it's the same now, but now it's for victory!
At that time, he tried his best to survive. Now, he wants Consecration everything from himself in order to win!
"Roar!"
Jalak lowered his head and rushed forward. Every step left a cracked footprint on the ground. His martial arts skills were out of order. He held the War Glaive in both hands and smashed it towards Gavincente's head, once, twice, and three times.
On the fourth blow, the ax in Vrykul's hand was tilted at an angle, and his body rotated in place, High-Rank Martial Technique·Whirlwind, the bloody Rage At this moment, a substantial blade was formed, repelling the War Glaive again and again. The moment Whirlwind stopped, the entire sky seemed to be covered with weeds cut by the sharp breath, and the two axes were staggered and pulled back.
The halberd mixed with special Minerals in Troll's hand was broken. Vrykul licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, flew up with a kick, and hit Jalak in the face. The mask, under this huge force, shattered into pieces, revealing Jalak's face full of scars. The huge force made Troll stagger back, but Vrykul did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it.
He put the ax in his hand aside, and the huge ax hit the ground and smashed two ravines. Vrykul walked towards Jalak with bare hands, his momentum increasing crazily with every step.
"Weapons make you weak!"
"Bang"
Fist was hit, Jalak crossed his arms and staggered from the beating.
"Masks make you dull!"
"Bang"
Another punch hit God of War in the face, making him dizzy.
"Armor makes you fearful!"
"Bang"
He kicked God of War in the abdomen, but Troll did not fall down this time. Instead, he turned around and punched Gavincente in the face, causing blood to flow out.
"Has your Warrior blood cooled down?"
"Is your will rusty?"
"Bang bang"
Two heavy punches caused Jalak to fall completely to the ground. With his eyes open and his face covered in blood, he looked at the sunshine in the sky and panted.
"Answer me! Bastard, answer me!"
Gavincente grabbed Troll God of War's collar with both hands and pulled Jalak up. Vrykul stared at him like a wild wolf staring at its prey.
This scene silenced all the Troll Warrior who were watching. If this was an unfair battle, they would naturally rush to rescue their God of War, but this battle was so fair from beginning to end that it was difficult to find fault. Such a powerful God of War, the symbol of Zandalar's undefeated, was just... just... defeated?
Jalak looked at this face, the terrifying scars on his face were squirming, his eyes were blood red, and the hot blood in his tired and sore body really seemed to have cooled down... But when he felt the frequency of the ground shaking and saw the roaring beast rushing out of Keg-Shaped Market, a Courage and a wave of hope returned to his body.
He suddenly waved Fist, opened Gavincente's hand, and his voice became louder and louder,
"No! No! I can still fight! Look, my sharpest knife is here! Fight again? I won't lose!"
This answer made Gavincente's eyes brighter. He smiled, held Fist tightly, and with one move of both hands, two axes flew into his hands. He passed his body and watched the war beast blocking his master. He watched Jalak covered in blood climb onto the beast's Saddle, and watched the Troll Warrior next to him re-hand the weapon to Jalak.
He opened his mouth,
"Then prove it to me!"
The bloody Storm rose from his feet again, but this time, somewhere Gavincente didn't notice, a black aura blended into his Rage like a snake. When Horridon's long horns collided with great force, Gavincente roared as before and slashed the ax at the armored giant beast. The ground vibrated and the giant beast roared. The onlookers watching this scene were very excited.
This is what they want to see, an evenly matched battle.
But Golaya looked at the two fighting parties, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, something was wrong with Vrykul's state.
Even though it was the same violent situation before, at least the power of each of his blows would not be released at all. But now, the power is sprayed out like a wild dance. Although the scene is more terrifying, making him stronger and more invincible, this also shows that his control of power has been reduced.
"Come on!"
Standing in front of Horridon, looking at the galloping Triceratops, this giant beast whose whole body has evolved for fighting, is a very difficult large creature to deal with even in Gavincente's hometown. He held an ax and felt Affected by the galloping rhythm of the giant beast in front of him, just before Horridon lowered his head and charged towards him, Gavincente's body dodged outwards, and the ax in his hand struck hard at Horridon's neck.
But how could Jalak let him do what he wanted? God of War raised the halberd in his hand and hit Gavincente's arm like Viper, making him The slashing movement deformed and hit the armor behind Horridon's neck. Then the triangular-headed head was pulled outward hard, and its tail with sharp spikes hit Gavincente from behind.
Vrykul could only give up the front and crossed his two axes. In a series of sparks, he carried the hammer on his back and beat back in a panic. Horridon, under the control of Jalak, took this opportunity to turn his head and aimed his two sharp long horns at Gavincente before stabbing him.
"Stabbing"
The sharp long horn tore a bloody scar on the dodging Vrykul's waist, then pushed his big head against him, exerted force with all four hooves, and almost stepped on Gavincente Stomp.
This perception of facing a powerful enemy made Vrykul very excited, very Pain, but very intoxicated. He jumped out of the human-shaped depression in the ground and shook his shoulders. But just when he was about to break out Rage again and teach the beast a lesson, a burst of crazy dreams sprang up in his mind, instantly covering his thinking.
"Kill him! Kill that bastard! He must die!"
Amidst such crazy roars, an even crazier Anger rushed towards me. When a Warrior enjoys fighting, and when a Warrior is ready to kill the enemy, those are two completely different states.
Given by Odyn, the power that did not belong to Mortal World was extracted at this moment and poured into Gavincente's body. His 4-meter-tall body expanded again, and the blood-colored Rage gained a hint of golden brilliance. Although it was only a little, the power higher than this world turned him into a completely uncontrollable crazy tank.
"Ouch!"
Gavincente lowered his body and gave up on agile combat. Instead, he launched a terrifying confrontation with Horridon who came from Charge. Just like a violent ape, the moment before Horridon's long horns pierced its body, the double ax fell hard on the head of the Triceratops, cutting into the cracks in the armor very accurately.
Hot blood spurted out from the scar, and Horridon screamed like a beast Deity, and its big head began to wave wildly in front of it. It was the instinctive attack of the Triceratops, Vrykul Rage outside 's body was torn apart, and the long horn truly penetrated into Gavincente's body for the first time in the roar of the injured Horridon.
Jalak opened his eyes wide, and he saw the eyes of Vrykul. They were no longer the eyes of Warrior. The chaos and madness in them made his heart freeze.
But the severe pain that penetrated his body made Gavincente's brain wake up for a moment. He tried his best to control his Rage, but found that the anger that was usually docile like a small animal was now as wild as a wild horse with the reins taken off, squeezing every ounce of potential in his body crazily.
"On this land, emotions are your biggest enemy, especially you, Gavincente. Your fighting style determines that you are the most susceptible to being infected by Emotion Demon."
Dick's warning sound flashed through Vrykul's mind, but it was too late to regret now. Vrykul raised his head, his face was full of struggle, his expression was like being pulled by Demon, like a furious Lion who couldn't control himself. He looked at Jalak and shouted,
"Knock me out! Troll, knock me out quickly, or you... or you are dead...!"
Vrykul knows better than anyone else what kind of terrifying war weapon he will turn into after his true murderous intention is fully unleashed. He has never been as afraid of the power he possesses as at this moment.
"Knock him out quickly... ow!"