Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Huha!" "Drink!" A slender figure collided with a short figure, the long sword and the shield made a dull collision, and the golden holy light burst out suddenly, the figure with a somewhat slender figure" "Chuckchuck" stepped back a few steps, and the sword in his hand shot out.

Taranas, who was standing on the sidelines, didn't look very good, but Madoran, the dwarf prince, shouted: "Good job, Garim!"

The dwarf did not relax, but stared at the elf before him.

"Come again!"

Valandrell picked up the long sword, the golden light poured into the weapon and shield in his hand, and once again rushed to Garim Bronzebeard, who was waiting for it.

The two of you come and go, although they use the holy light to fight, but their styles are completely different: the elf ranger holds some thin long swords and long magic shields in his hands, and flexibly surrounds the dwarves to besiege. The dwarf holds a heavy round shield in one hand and a huge warhammer in one hand, like a mountain standing firmly in place. The shield and hammer in his hand can always easily block the long sword of the elf ranger, and occasionally perform a heavy sinking Counterattack, forcing Valandrell to dodge or defend.

In addition to them, there are other dwarves and elves in the field that are constantly fighting. The golden light keeps shining, weapons and shields keep colliding, and the sound of slow and heavy breathing gradually fills the entire underground training ground.

At this time, Aristophane walked in from the outside, watching with interest the dwarf warriors of the light and the rangers of the light elves who were fighting each other.

"You are here, Elf boy!" Madoran turned to look at the wizard mage, "You are such a genius!"

"Huh?" Aristophane was stunned. "What's the matter, Madoran?"

"This way of fighting is too suitable for us dwarves! Compared to the anger of the warrior, the Holy Light can make us calmer and more selfless, and even if we are slightly injured, it can easily heal us!" Madoran said with a grin. , "It's just tailor-made for us!"

"Tsk," Taranas made a disdainful voice, "Dwarf, don't forget that this fighting method was first developed by our elf rangers. If you want to say that the tailor-made is tailor-made for us!"

"You guy with long ears, why, do you want to fight?" Madoran picked up the two hammers against the wall, "Dare you go down and make gestures?"

"Hehe," Taranas' pupils deformed again, and a predator's aura surged in an instant, "Do you think I would be afraid of you?" After saying that he turned over lightly and jumped down, Madoran was not to be outdone. , A heroic leap came to the center of the field, and a circle of cracks appeared centered on him. The other dwarves and elves who were discussing had to stop fighting, and quickly formed a battle formation behind them.

"Well, you go down first, I want to see how capable this dwarf prince is." Taranas took off the exaggerated golden bow of Quel'Thalas behind him, and the clever patterns spread all over every corner of the bow. , Compact, with a strong sense of rhythm, the small shields on the handguards are as dynamic as flames, and there are faint green crescent-like protrusions on both ends.

"Have you heard that too? I want to discuss with this so-called ranger general, let's get away!" The dwarf waved the hammer in his hand, and then turned to look at the opposite ranger general.

Aristophane looked at the two who had entered the fighting state and shook his head, but he did not stop them, but activated the defensive barrier of the training ground, and then used a "loud voice" to himself: "Then it is up to me. Here are the referees, two, let’s start now."

Before he finished speaking, Taranas jumped back in an instant, and at the same time the bowstring in his hand trembled, Madoran waved a pair of hammers and flew the arrow that came to him.

Before Taranas could stand firm, the dwarf prince aimed at him and launched a charge.

Seeing Madoran approaching quickly, the elf ranger was not nervous, moving while drawing a bow. Those elf rangers and dwarves who were watching the battle couldn't see the movements of his hands at all, and could only hear the sound of "swish". , A person like a squad of archers rained arrows towards Madoran who was still charging.

When Madoran saw this, she stopped and stood on the spot. After a roar, her skin turned greyish white. She raised her hands with the hammer to block her in front of her, letting the arrow hit the hammer made of fine gold and mithril. Head and petrified skin.

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The sound of "ding jingle bells" instantly filled the entire hall. From the perspective of those elf rangers and dwarf warriors, it was Taranas pressing Madoran, and the cheers of the elf side suddenly rose.

In the blink of an eye, a pot of arrows had already been shot out, feeling the rain of arrows gradually dwindling, Madoran showed her eyes: "There are no arrows, Jing..."

Before he could finish his words, the shiny blade had already been chopped off, and the dwarf shut up and lifted the two hammers to block Taranas' great sword, and the sound of steel collision was deafening.

Madoran showed a cold sweat. He didn't expect the elf in front of him to have such a huge power, and he was about to approach himself who hadn't started the heavenly state.

But Taranas was unforgiving. With the help of the counter-shock, he turned around, and the long sword directly picked up Madoran’s left hammer. The dwarven prince drew away from Taranas’ sword in embarrassment. ring.

The cheers of the elves became louder and louder. Madoran gasped and looked at the elves in front of him. His long beard and T-shaped helmet covered his expression~www.ltnovel.com~ Is this the Prince of Dwarves? It's so funny! "Taranas said with a large sword in both hands, but Madoran did not reply, but looked up at him, and the red gradually filled his eyes.

When the elf ranger saw this, he stopped talking, but carefully looked at the dwarf in front of him with a sword in both hands.

The dwarf's lips squirmed, and his figure instantly enlarged. From Madoran's waist to his head, his appearance gradually turned gray, and a gradually shrinking yellow halo appeared around Taranas.

"Let's go on, Elf!" Madoran roared, holding the hammer in one hand and the hatchet on the waist and jumping out with the momentum of wind and thunder. Taranas flashed away instantly, and huge cracks appeared on the ground. Blue and white lightning.

"Ha, I like to do that!" Madoran shouted while rushing towards Taranas, and the two fought together again.

As soon as he touched, Taranas's hands were numb, and the long sword in his hand was almost knocked off.

"What kind of monster strength is this!" The ranger general stunned to himself, and then changed his head-to-head fighting style, surrounding Madoran and began to attack continuously.

But the huge dwarf prince is not afraid of such ordinary attacks. The hard appearance and petrified body easily block Taranas's blade. At the same time, Madoran’s hammer will always hit the elves at the right time. The sword spine, but it is impossible to continue pursuing the elf ranger.

Although the other elves and dwarves who cheered outside were not clear about the situation, it was clear that Taranas had fallen into a disadvantage. The morale and cheers of both sides reversed again, and the dwarves' rough voice instantly suppressed the elven rangers.

The two of them stayed in a stalemate for almost five minutes, and finally disappeared in the state of Madoran, and the long sword of Taranas was knocked off by the dwarf. The draw ended.