Azeroth Trail of Light

Kun-Lai Mountain is the only towering mountain in Pandaria. The height of its main peak is even the top three of the height of the entire Azeroth mountain range. A huge part of this mountain range is covered with white snow, except Outside of the real traveler, it's off the beaten track.

The White Tiger Temple is located in the eastern foothills of Kun-Lai Mountain. The main building is on the mountainside. The Holy Spirit White Tiger rarely walks out of this temple. It is said that it has something to do with its defeat to the Mogu tyrant Thor. It fought against the mighty Thor in Kun-Lai Mountain. Yue, finally defeated, Thor admitted its courage and strength, and gave it a chance to surrender.

But Xuenu refused, and the angry Thor sealed it in the White Tiger Temple. Since then, until the era of the Mogu, Xuenu has been squatting on the highest point of the white temple, quietly guarding the entire Pandaria. until today.

Among the Four Gods, Xuenu’s power is undoubtedly the strongest. He suppressed the two evil spirits of anger and rage with his own power. There has never been any problem in ten thousand years. This also makes the Four Winds that are also under its jurisdiction. The valley became the most famous granary and place of peace in Pandaria.

The best chefs from the entire continent gathered in the mid-levels to exchange cooking skills, while the best farmers stood aside and gave the best produce on this fertile land to the chefs. The land here is fertile. It’s unbelievable that grain and rice are cooked almost once a day. In fact, it is precisely because of the existence of the four winds that can be harvested every day that the panda talents in Pandaria have no worries of hunger. It takes ten thousand years to be so peaceful.

Of course, today's story has nothing to do with Mid-Levels.

Jiutanji is the last place of settlement for land-skilled merchants between the plains of Kun-Lai Mountain and Baihu Temple. It is located at the foot of Kun-Lai Mountain. Caravans of land-skilled people gather here all year round. These Pandaria's unique creatures There are also the word goblin in the name, but they are almost two completely different species from the goblin in Azeroth. The only similarity between the two is that they are both very good at managing.

The business circle of Azeroth is almost monopolized by the consortium of goblins, and the business circle of Pandaria is the same. The land spirit merchants are all over the continent, and their caravans transport everything from vegetables to munitions. The Valley of the Four Winds is Their base camp.

But today, the Jiu Tan Ji has become a bit more lively, because many outsiders appear here.

"Goraya, you lucky guy, I thought you died in that storm!"

A tall Zandalari troll with a height of more than 3 meters laughed and hugged the old priest Goraya. The two looked like very good friends. This tall and strong troll warrior was like It is the incarnation of the most perfect warrior. The muscles on his body are bulging, piece by piece like the most perfect **** creation.

He is carrying a red halberd with troll runes engraved on his back. The skin is purple and blue. On his face he wears a wooden mask unique to the trolls. This seems to be a status symbol, the mask of the troll warrior. Decorated with precious stones, gold and silver, it looks gorgeous, and there are two skull decorations on the corners, which raises his fierce aura by one more level.

Behind him, a group of sturdy troll warriors occupy half of the table in the wine jar set, eating and drinking, and the merchants of the land spirits and the chef of the Pandaren are walking around the table, sending fine wines from time to time.

These trolls from Zandalar are rare civilized trolls. At least they know that they have to pay for food, and they seem to pay a lot, otherwise these land spirit merchants who are as cunning as goblins cannot be so diligent.

"Ah, Jalak, the most powerful samurai, I knew you would be safe!"

Golaya smiled and sat on a special large table with a troll warrior named Jalak. The table was filled with various delicacies. The troll general drew out his bone cleaver and cut a suckling pig. Cut off most of it and threw it to the pet lying behind him.

It was a real behemoth, a giant triceratops rare in Azeroth. It lay on the ground and was about the same size as the dragon when it was resting. It was covered with blue and white markings all over the body. And the thick horny, although it can't fly, but whoever sees this giant beast will believe that even if it is a real giant dragon on the ground, it will not be an opponent of this giant beast.

It lay on the ground, and the tail wrapped in the stainless steel barbed warhammer swayed at will. Behind it was a stone that had been smashed into powder and a huge depression. Every time the drumstick's tail swayed, As if the whole ground was shaking.

And everywhere in its body, heavy enchanted steel armor has been added by these frenzied trolls, and even the saddle on its back has been made to look like a skeleton opposite, completely sacrificing all comfort. Transform this behemoth into a real war machine, with two heavy siege hammers on both sides of its body, and densely packed with spikes. It is impossible to imagine when this behemoth weighing at least 5 tons will charge. , What a terrible scene on the battlefield.

Finally is its head. Triceratops has a giant bone plate to protect its neck. The edge of the bone plate of this giant beast named Helidon has ten bony white fangs growing in front of the bone plate. , Are two angles of attack that face straight forward. They are 2 meters long and have a conical shape. They are simply natural armor-piercing weapons, as well as the sharp corners on the nose and the teeth in the mouth.

Like a file, when Jalak threw the suckling pig at it, the giant beast raised its head, accurately bit it in its mouth and bit it a few times, making a pleasant hum, and flicking its tail, a huge boulder. It was crushed into powder.

This is simply a monster!

I don’t know where these trolls caught this terrifying monster, and they also trained it into a battle beast. Zandalari is indeed the most mysterious inheritance of trolls. Darth, the dragon Patting his chest and saying, such a behemoth born only for war, placed in the Troll Kingdom in Stranglethorn Vale, is definitely a one-sided slaughter.

"We landed on the coast of this land."

Jalak said loudly to Goraya, "If it weren't for my Holiton to withstand the leaning ship when the storm came, I'm afraid I would be buried in the sea, you know, I never liked water, you What? High priest, the storm rushed your boat into the tide, we were all worried!"

The old troll waved his hand and said slowly,

"It's Loa's shelter. I docked in another place, but I ran into some troubles, and I also met an old friend. Come on, Jalak, let me introduce you to you."

Goraya pointed his finger at the people sitting on the other side eating and drinking.

"That's my old friend's subordinate, oh, and a powerful warrior. Listen to me, Jarak, that's a warrior that you can hardly defeat. Loa told me that he came from another mysterious place."

Hearing this, the tall Jalak’s eyes under the mask couldn’t help but look at Gavincent. The latter smiled at the troll general, but the smile was full of hideous meaning. Obviously, this dimension The old problem of the Ku people has committed again, and he will be happy when he sees a powerful warrior, and he can't help but immediately learn from each other.

The will of two powerful warriors collided in the air, and the dragon man sitting next to Gavincent felt the change in atmosphere, twisted his neck a little uneasy, and pulled Demetril to sit on the other side.

Darth was a little depressed. Originally, he was the most powerful warrior on Dick's side. However, after Gavincent came over, his sense of existence was greatly reduced, but he became depressed. Darth is a straightforward dragon. People, he knows that he is not as good as the Vrykul, so at this time, what he has to do is try not to pull the Vrykul's hind legs.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the Troll General’s mask. He picked up a jug of wine at his feet and threw it towards Gavincent.

"Hi, little man, please drink!"

The wine jar was as big as three adult heads. Under the great power of Jarak, he whizzed and flew towards Gavincent. The Vrykul barked his teeth, opened his left palm, and lifted his top there. On the front of the wine jar, one turned around to eliminate the huge force attached to the wine jar, and then placed it on the ground.

Full of strength, can not be used to relieve boredom!

The blood in his body was surging, he stood up, moved his fist, his bones creaked, it was the warrior's instinct that was complaining to him, why hasn't a real battle come for so long.

Gavincent felt that his bones were about to rust, and he still remembered Lord Odin's advice that the troll in front of him was a very suitable candidate, but before that, he had to try his own hands.

"Come on, troll, let's fight! I'm a little disgusted with the scenery, now I need a good opponent! You will be a good opponent!"

"Roar!"

The troll warriors sitting in a circle became excited when they saw that someone was going to challenge their leader, the invincible Jarak. They raised the wine glass in their hands and shouted feverishly. Jarak waved his hand, The red halberd fell in his hand. He looked at Goraya with a bull's head, and there was a hint of war in his eyes under the mask.

"High priest, do you mind if I move my hands and feet?"

Golaya twisted the pieces of fish on the table and chewed in his mouth.

"Go, that matter is already in sight, the next thing to do is to wait and move your hands and feet."

Although Jalak seems to be much stronger than the old and old Goraya, his status in Zandalari is lower than that of Goraya. After Goraya agreed, Jalak was also a little excited. , Pandaria is good in everything, but the atmosphere is too peaceful, and the peacefulness almost completely makes him a bit unbearable for a martial artist like him.

So after meeting the same kind, there is a place to vent that kind of depression.

The two walked to the grass outside the Jiu Tan Ji. This area near Kun-Lai Mountain was not suitable for growing crops, so the pandamen left the wasteland here, surrounded by wind-sounding grasslands, heaven and earth. It has become empty here, and it is just a battlefield for competition.

"boom"

Jalak’s halberd touched the ground, and an impact-shaped depression appeared under his feet. The troll general placed the halberd there and moved a fist wrapped in steel. He leaned over to look at Gavincent on the opposite side. ,

"If you can't stand it, just stop, your courage is commendable, small, but I'm afraid of hurting you, so..."

"So you better take up your weapon! Jarak, take this battle seriously."

Gavincent reached out and took off the badge on his chest, and threw it to Das behind him. The height of the ordinary person swelled rapidly, and finally reached the form of a giant with a height of 4 meters. The Vrykul lowered his head and looked a little shocked. The troll general of, looked at the giant triceratops dozing in the wine jar set again.

He took his axe from his waist and shook his shoulder.

"Don't have mercy, because I don't need mercy."

"Don't hesitate either, because I don't need to hesitate."

"You can let your dragon come with you, come and try to defeat me, come and try to defeat me!"

This arrogant voice made the surrounding trolls unable to hold their breath, and Jalak was shaking all over, not because of fear or anger, but because of excitement.

Which fighter does not yearn for a real opponent?

Which fighter does not want to defeat the stronger guy?

But long ago, Zandalar had no stronger guy than him. If invincibility is loneliness, then Jalak would have had enough. He now longs for blood to wake the sleeping bones, longing to rub shoulders with death. The past stimulation reminds himself that he is not strong enough, he needs to wake up himself.

Now the opportunity is here!

"Ah! Arrogance!"

The troll general drew his halberd, and the ground under his feet split every inch. He was mixed with the rushing wind, turned into a violent wind, and dragged the halberd towards Gavincent. At this moment, he felt like that year. The warrior Jalak who defeated countless people in the Zandalar tribe step by step is back!

Instead of that general Jarak, his eyes became wild again, and his mind became firm again.

The **** storm of the guard made him look like an evil spirit crawling out of hell. The rushing gust of wind disturbed the earth, causing the hair of the onlookers to be blown backwards.

Everyone couldn't help but stop breathing at this moment, wanting to see what this shocking blow would turn out to be.

"Arrogant!"

Jarak roared again, and the halberd in his hand passed a semicircle in the air and cut his head towards Gavincent.

A bloodthirsty smile opened at the corner of the Vrykul's mouth. He felt the gust of wind in front of him. The dragonbone handle of the Dragon Slayer's Edge slid on the palm of his hand, lifting his left hand, accurately holding the halberd's slash. The sound of steel clamoring made people couldn't help covering their ears.

But Jalak's violent charge was blocked.

The storm stopped abruptly on the spot. The Vrykul's body only shook slightly, and then stabilized again. Then it was brighter than the **** anger on Jarak's body, and a more dazzling light curtain appeared behind Gavincent, accompanied by Wei Kuren's voice is so cold.

"Good vibe..."

"boom!"

The fist of the Vrykul hit the troll's abdomen like a cannonball, and then grabbed Jalak's shoulders. With his arms hard, he turned and flicked back. The tall, half-giant troll general. He couldn't even control the shaking of his body, so he was thrown out fiercely.

This blow shattered all the pride of the God of War, and the more arrogant voice of the Vrykul echoed in my ears.

"But to beat me...you have to be stronger!"