One, two, three…

Salorian Morning Seeker could no longer count how many trolls he had killed, but he only knew that every time he waved Queldra, a troll died.

Queldra created by the Dragon Clan is extremely sharp. Facing its sword blade, few armors can play the protective role they deserve. Whether it is stainless steel plate armor or mitral armor, they cannot escape the end of being cut by a sword.

As for the trolls who have never liked to fight in armor, they will die unless they can completely avoid Salorian's attack.

"They are all around us!" Liadrin shouted loudly beside her.

She avoided the spear of a troll soldier, clamped the spear under her arm and pulled it, causing the troll to stand unsteadily and stagger.

Leadrin seized the opportunity and slammed her shoulders into the troll, forcing the latter to release her right hand holding the spear, otherwise the elbow joint would be broken in the opposite direction.

Just as the troll quickly touched his waist with his right hand and was about to pull out the dagger, the petite Leadlin also arrived. She knocked away the troll hard, got the space to display the space and swung the one-handed mace hammer and pulled it up with a kick.

"Click!"

The troll's chin shattered, but before his body was pulled out, he still used a dagger to leave a scratch on Leaderin's light plate armor, making a harsh sound.

"You learned very quickly, but without this armor, the dagger would probably open a hole in you!"

Salorian swept and cut off the spear that sneaked into Leaderin's side and came to her to provide cover.

Salorian knew that since the Battle of Silver Moon City, Holy Light did not respond to the former priest's call in time, and she had doubts about the way of Holy Light that she once believed in.

In the defense battle of Queldanas, she watched her beloved mentor die at the hands of the undead, but she was powerless. After that, she was disappointed with the Holy Light and no longer prayed for the coming of the Holy Light. Instead, she used a more direct way to vent her hatred and abandoned resentment.

Later when Kelthas led them to destroy the Well of the Sun, Leadline encountered a mentor who was reborn as a brainless undead, the senior priest Von Delor. She had to personally endure the von Delor whom she regarded as her father...

After that, she became a different person and couldn't extricate herself from the shadow of the past.

During several combat operations to recover the Royal Trade Zone of Silvermoon City a few days ago, Leadlin was assigned to fight with him under the command of Salorian Xunchen. During the battle, he often asked him about close combat skills.

Salorian naturally taught him all his money. In just a few days, Leadrin has learned well.

Even a picky teacher like him can't help but admire Leadline's ability to comprehend and superb talent.

Salorian believed that in time she would become a skilled warrior - of course, this did not conflict with her Holy Light Way, and it would be even better if she was willing to regain her faith.

"Get closer to me!" Salorien ordered loudly, and more than a dozen team members quickly gathered around him. "These trolls are coming to us, it's great! Let's try to hold them back."

While he was talking, a rough troll voice came from afar. Salorien didn't know what those syllables mean, but when he saw the troll surrounding them, he quickly retreated and leaned down.

Ranged attacks! They are giving up space for the headhunter behind them!

"Cover!" Salorian hurriedly yelled to warn his companions.

Before he finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and dense spears hit him quickly. Salorien's reaction was very fast. His legendary level strength and powerful sword skills allowed him to make the Queldela in his hand airtightly, and he shot down at least a dozen spears without any injuries.

Leadlin quickly picked up a troll's thick wooden shield from the ground and held it in front of her. Five or six spearheads suddenly appeared behind the shield.

But the others were not so lucky. Except for a mage who used flash spell to escape, only two of Salorian's personal guards raised their shields to withstand the rain of spears, and all the remaining seven people died.

Seeing that his subordinates were seriously injured, Salorien felt a sank and retreated?

No, absolutely not!

The war on the front line was very critical. Even if Prince Kelthas was in charge, he could only ensure that the defense line was not lost, but he could not defeat the invading enemy.

Salorian's mission is to hold these trolls long enough to wait for the critical battle situation on the front line to ease slightly, and send troops to support them.

The cries of civilians were still endless, and chaos caused by panic spreads layer by layer, and people shouted and ran away.

If these trolls are not blocked and civilians can see hope of rescue, it will inevitably lead to serious consequences.

The stampede accident is just one of them. If the crowd rushes to the valley entrance defense line in panic, it will be all over! Once the defense line is broken, tens of thousands of civilians will be slaughtered by trolls. The trolls will pile up corpses in the valley and let their blood stain the river red...

Never back down!

The first wave of spear throws stopped. Salorien took the time to look at the troll soldier who was two hundred or three hundred in front of him. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and raised Queldra and started the charge.

"For Quel'thalas!"

With a distance of just a few dozen meters, countless weapons slashed at Salorian Morning Seeker, but they were all overshadowed by the afterimage of Queldra.

One man and one sword broke into the enemy formation, but created a terrifying battlefield with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Now it was replaced by a troll who screamed and moaned, and the grunting sound of blood foam choked on his throat before he died.

Salorian Morning Searcher has become one with Quildra, sweeping and slashing. He completely gave up his exquisite sword moves and changed to a big-open attack routine, striving to cause the most damage in the shortest time, and keeping the trolls firmly by his side.

As he gradually penetrated into the enemy formation, the troll soldiers had surrounded him and attacked him with a terrible cry, eager to send the simple spear and sword made of inferior forging techniques into his body.

Even though the trolls were huge, he only had to face seven or eight troll soldiers at the same time, but he felt extremely stressed at this time.

At this time, you cannot consider defense at all. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. He cannot stop all attacks. Only attack and unyielding attack are the best defense.

Suddenly, Salorian's enchanted breastplate lit up. He had been dealing with the trolls for a lifetime and realized that he was attacked by the troll's voodoo magic!

His armor is equipped with magical special effects that can spontaneously resist spell attacks of a certain intensity.

But his breastplate quickly lit up again, and the innate magical talent of the Blood Elf (high elves) made him smell a much stronger magical fluctuation than before.

More than one voodoo caster casts curses in the dark, he judges in his heart.

Finally, just after he cut the two troll soldiers into two sections, the light of the breastplate completely dimmed, and then he found that his body was getting heavier and heavier. Every time he swung the sword, it was like a mountain pressing on his arm.

His movements became slower and slower, and his offense became slower and slower. Finally, a troll seized the opportunity and stabbed his spear in his thigh.

Salorian endured the severe pain and waved Queldra back and swept it with a sweep, not only cutting off the spear, but also cutting off the arm holding the spear. Then he felt a blunt weapon hitting his back, and he couldn't help but stagger unsteadily, revealing a big flaw.

With this opportunity, more than a dozen weapons stabbed him into his body. These inferior weapons could not break through Salorian's exquisite armor, but successfully pushed him to kneel down.

Voodoo spell seriously weakened his power and he was no longer able to resist.

Salorian, who was firmly held back, saw a troll coming to him, pulled out a dagger and waved it towards his neck.

Salorian did not close his eyes because he was not afraid of death.

He doesn't regret it.

"Slow down!"

A hoarse voice rang out, and the dagger stopped in front of Salorian's eyes. He couldn't understand the troll language, but knew that it was the voice that stopped the troll soldiers.

Soon, the trolls who made the sound came out and came to Salorian.

The troll had one-eyed and one-armed arms, and the lower half of his face was covered by a long scarf. He was very tall, almost half taller than an ordinary troll. He was wearing an open leather top, his upper body was almost naked, and his dark green skin was like a layer of moss, his muscles were twisted but not stupid, and his body was quite slender, which made people see at a glance that he had explosive speed.

"Zurkin," said Salorian.

Zulkin chuckled, "Salorian. Unexpectedly, the greatest warrior of the Blood Elves also surrendered to the feet of the trolls."

He narrowed his one-eyed eyes, staring at the blood elf warrior in front of him like a poisonous snake, enjoying his last reluctance.

“I didn’t surrender.”

In response, Salorien used his last little strength to wave Queldra in his hand at Zulkin-

Zulkin didn't hide because there was a distance between them, and with the length of Queldra, he was not even able to reach him.

Sure enough, Queldra drew a semicircle in vain, and even Zulkin's trouser legs were not touched.

——When Queldra was swung behind her back, Salorien let go of her right hand.

This holy sword, which was given to the upper elves by the ancestors of the higher elves, was thrown far behind him.

A hint of surprise appeared in Zulkin's one-eyed eyes, and now it was Salorian Morning Seeker who laughed happily.

The Holy Sword Quildera must not fall into the hands of the trolls.

He knew how strong he was. Queldra would be thrown by him at least sixty or seventy meters away, and was eventually picked up by Leaderin, who was still fighting at the far end of the battlefield.

Yes.

She will definitely do it.

Since Leadrin asked him about her melee skills, Salorian had a sense of intuition that she would be a certain holder of the Holy Sword Quildera.

Now it seems that his intuition is correct.

She will become the next holder of the Holy Sword Quildera.

Zulkin showed a cruel smile, pulled out a dagger from his waist with his one arm, and walked towards him.

"Cunning..."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked up into the air.

Everyone heard the sound of wings flaming from the air. Salorian was so familiar with that voice that it was Dragon Eagle.

...

Angma, Lannathel, and Isaac rode a dragon eagle and rushed to Darthweser Magic Academy. They happened to see civilians in the beach area fall into chaos. A brave blood elf warrior broke into the dense trolls alone, killing at least sixty or seventy.

Such a powerful warrior would be impossible for anyone except Salorian Morning Searcher.

But none of the two men and one woman behind him could keep up. They were suppressed by a large number of trolls and kept retreating, completely out of touch with him.

The woman looked familiar, as if it was Leadlin?

Angma immediately shook the reins and urged the dragon eagle under his crotch to speed up, trying to rescue Salorian. But as soon as he flew over the battlefield, he saw Salorian being captured by mistake, throwing out the holy sword Quildera, which happened to land next to Leaderin...

It's really destined.

"Sir Salorien, since I didn't let you die on Queldanas, I naturally can't let you die here."

Angma untie Storkar from behind, swung his arm around and threw him towards the ground, and cast a boost spell on it.

"There are still magical artifacts waiting for you to use."
Chapter completed!