Azeroth Trail of Light

A sudden battle was fought in the wasteland outside the wine jar set. One side was the Zandalar tribe's war **** Jalak, who was synonymous with invincibility in the Zandalar tribe.

On the other side is the Vrykul warrior Gavincent Skovald from the mysterious land of warriors. His past is a mystery. He came to Azeroth with a certain mission on his back and challenged all on this land. The famous warrior, before he came to Pandaria, he went to Orgrimmar of the Orcs and fought with Brox and Varok each.

The result is unknown, but after that battle, Brox Saurfang went to Stonetalon Mountain, and then disappeared for no reason, as in the original history.

Gavincent was in a good mood for the past few days. Because of his good mood, he promised Varian to help him find his son. Now this fighting mad has encountered another good opponent, so he feels better, so he takes the initiative Launched an offense.

The **** storm blew up again, but this time it was Gavincent. The ground under the feet of the Vrykul was also cracked, just like the battle in the Doommaul arena, his body seemed to be wrapped in blood. The boulder smashed towards Jalak.

The double axe in his hand was swung, and he cut down frantically. The breath brought out the cracks in the ground on the ground behind Jalak. The ground was cut open by this sharp breath, and the blood-red Vrykul was truly violent. Fighting posture, crazy like a beast with teeth grinning.

"Come on! Come on! Fight! Stand up, you coward, come on!"

"Boom Boom Boom"

Three deafening noises rang from Jalak’s halberd. The troll **** of war with his halberd in both hands took four steps back before he could stand firm. This passive beating situation also made his eyes change. It was blood red, and he gritted his teeth and burst out a roar from his throat, which was the horn of counterattack.

The **** anger all over his body raged like a tornado, circling around his body.

"Then fight! As you wish!"

"boom!"

With a crazy sweep, the back of the halberd blade hit Gavincent’s axe, stopping his offensive, the troll rushed up in place, and the knee of his left leg slammed into Gavincent’s. On the chin, the head of the Vrykul was turned upside down, and then it fell to the ground, and the attack was separated. The arms, elbows, knees, and feet, Jalak’s whole body seemed to have become the craziest weapon, a round of attacks. Gavincent backed again and again.

The Troll God of War uttered a comfortable roar, even if his face was covered with blood, it didn't matter. The punch of the last blow was exactly the same position and the same attack.

This time it’s Gavincent’s turn to fly out. All the trolls will have a small chance of becoming troll barbarians when they grow up. At the expense of spell ability, they will make their bodies stronger. This is how Jarak did. Fortunately, his body did not appear deformed because of being stronger, but this does not mean that his strength will become weaker. This punch really made Gavincent feel painful.

But it also made his eyes more fierce, but it didn’t matter, because Jalak was also drawn **** by this fierce battle, and the thought of tearing everything rolled in his brain, roaring, and the last trace of clarity was very clear. He was about to be wiped out. It was like the first time he went out hunting with his father that year and met the old tiger with short legs.

At that time it was to survive, and it is the same now, but now it is to win!

At that time, he tried all means to survive, and now he has to dedicate everything he has to win!

"Roar!"

Jarak lowered his head and rushed up. Every step left a cracked footprint on the ground. The martial arts were no longer in order. The halberd in his hands was smashed towards Gavincent, once, twice. , Three times.

In the fourth stroke, the axe in the Vrykul’s hand was skewed at an angle, and his body rotated on the spot. The high-level martial arts whirlwind cut, the **** anger formed a substantial blade at this moment, and the battle The halberd repelled time and time again. At the moment when the whirlwind stopped, the entire sky seemed to be covered with weeds that were cut by a sharp aura. The axe crossed and pulled back.

"Click"

The halberd mixed with special minerals in the hand of the troll was broken. The Vrykul licked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and flew a kick. It was in the middle of the mask on Jalak’s face. Under this huge force, the mask was fragmented. It shattered, revealing Jalak's scarred face. The huge force caused the troll to stagger back, but the Vrykul did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

He put the axe in his hand aside, and the huge axe hit two ravines when it landed. The Vrykul walked towards Jalak with his bare hands, his momentum increased crazily every step of the way.

"Weapons will make you weak!"

"boom"

With his fist down, Jalak crossed his arms and staggered.

"Mask will make you dull!"

"boom"

Another punch hit the face of God of War, making him dizzy.

"Armor will make you fearful!"

"boom"

A kick hit the God of War's abdomen, but the troll did not fall down this time, instead turning around and hitting Gavincent's face with a punch, blood flowed.

"Has your soldier's blood cooled down?"

"Is your will rusty?"

"Boom"

Two heavy punches made Jalak completely fall to the ground, his eyes open, his face covered with blood, looking at the sunlight in the sky, panting,

"Answer me! Asshole, answer me!"

Gavincent grabbed the collar of the troll God of War with both hands and lifted Jalakla up. The Vrykul stared at him like a wolf staring at its prey.

This scene silenced all the troll warriors who were watching. If this was an unfair battle, they would naturally rush to rescue their **** of war, but the battle was fair from beginning to end, making it difficult to pick out. Wrong, such a powerful God of War, the symbol of Zandalari's undefeated, that's it... it's that...Is it defeated?

Jarak looked at this face, the scars on his face wriggled, his eyes were blood red, and the blood in his tired and sore body really let the Buddha cool down... But when he felt the frequency of the ground shaking, look When the giant beast roared and rushed out of the wine jar, a wave of courage and hope returned to his body.

He slammed his fist, opened Gavincent's hand, and his voice became louder and louder.

"No! No! I can still fight! Look, my sharpest knife is here! Another fight? I won't lose!"

This answer made Gavincent's eyes brighter. He smiled, clenched his fists, made a move with both hands, and the two axes flew into his hands while turning over his body, watching the behemoth of war stand in the way. In front of his master, he watched Jalak, who was covered in blood, climbed onto the saddle of the giant beast, and watched the troll warrior next to him hand over his weapon to Jalak again.

He split his mouth,

"Then prove it to me!"

A **** storm rose from under his feet again, but this time, where Gavincent hadn’t noticed, a black breath blended into his anger like a snake, when Helidon’s long horns When the force of junjun rushed over, Gavincent shouted and chopped the axe at the armored behemoth as before, the ground vibrated, and the behemoth roared, and the onlookers who watched this scene were excited.

This is what they want to see, a close battle.

But Golaya looked at the two fighting parties, his brows were getting deeper and deeper, and the state of the Vrykul was a bit wrong.

Although it was the same violent before, at least his power in every blow would not have a slight vent, but now, that power is sprayed out like a wild dance, even though the scene is more terrifying, it seems that he is stronger and even more impossible. Victory, but it also shows that his control of power has decreased.

"come!"

Standing in front of Helidon, looking at the triceratops coming from the gallop, this kind of behemoth that has evolved all over the body is born for battle, even in Gavincent’s hometown, it is a very difficult large creature to deal with. He was holding an axe in his hand, feeling the rhythm of the giant beast in front of him. Just before Helidon lowered his head and slammed into him, Gavincent flashed outwards, and the axe in his hand slammed toward Hurley. Dong's neck was chopped off.

But how could Jalak let him do as he wished, the halberd in the hands of God of War lifted upwards, and drew it on Gavincent’s arm like a poisonous snake, deforming his slashing movement, and slashed at the back of Helidon’s neck. On the armor, and then the triangle-headed head was pulled outwards, and with its sharp spiked tail, it smashed towards Gavincent from behind.

The Vrykul could only give up the front and cross the two axes. In a series of sparks, he carried the hammer and hammered back in an embarrassing manner. Under the control of Jarak, Helidon turned his head at this opportunity. The sharp long horns aimed at Gavincent and pierced over.

"Stab it"

The sharp long horn tore a **** wound on the dodging Vrykul's waist, and then pressed his big head against him, exerting force on his four hooves, and almost trampled on Gavincent.

This perception of facing a powerful enemy made the Vrykul very excited and painful, but heartily. He jumped out of the human-shaped ground depression and shook his shoulders, but just before he was about to break out of anger, he learned a lesson. When teaching the beast, a burst of mad dreams sprang up in his mind, and instantly enveloped his thinking.

"Kill him! Hack that bastard! He must die!"

In such a frantic roar, crazier anger hits his face. When a warrior is enjoying the battle, and a warrior is preparing to kill the enemy, they are completely different states.

The power given by the Great God Odin, that is not part of the earthly power, was extracted at this moment and poured into Gavincent’s body. His 4-meter-high body swelled again, and the blood-colored anger grew a little more. Although the golden brilliance is only a little bit, but the power higher than this world has completely turned him into a completely uncontrolled crazy chariot.

"Wow!"

Gavincent lowered his body and gave up his agile combat. Instead, he confronted the charged Helidon in a terrible hedge, like a violent ape, pierced its body in the long horns of Helidon. A moment ago, the double axe slashed down on the top of the triceratops, cutting into the rift in the armor with great precision.

Hot blood sprayed out from the scars, and Helidon, who was like a beast and god, let out a scream, and his head began to wave frantically in front. It was an instinctive attack by a triceratops, and the anger outside of the Vrykul was torn away. Open, the long horn actually pierced into Gavincent's body for the first time in the roar of the wounded Hollidon.

Jalak opened his eyes wide, and he saw the eyes of the Vrykul. They were no longer those of the warrior. The chaos and madness in them made his heart cold.

But the severe pain that pierced into the body made Gavincent's brain sober for a moment. He desperately controlled his anger, but found that the usual docile anger like a small beast, at this moment seemed to be wild as if the reins were removed. Mustang, squeezing every bit of potential in his body madly.

"On this land, emotions are your greatest enemy, especially you, Gavincent. Your fighting style determines that you are the most susceptible to the demon of emotions."

Dick’s warning flashed through the Vrykul’s mind, but now it’s too late to regret. The Vrykul raised his head, his face was full of struggle, his expression was like being cocked by a demon, like a head controlling Unable to restrain his furious lion, he looked at Jalak and shouted,

"Stun me! Troll, stun me, or you...or you are dead...!"

The Vrykul knew better than anyone what kind of terrible war weapon he would become after his true killing intent broke out. He had never feared the power he possessed like this moment.

"Quickly faint... Ow!"