Chapter 965：

The black hand shouted angrily, raised the warhammer high, preparing to make the final blow to Yrel.

And Yrel just shook his head.

"It's not over yet—"

As the warhammer smashed down hard, the Holy Light condensed into a sphere and surrounded Yrel's body, like a solid eggshell, unharmed under the heavy hammer.

【Holy Shield】, the paladin and the garrison are very good at it, the duration is quite short, but it has an effect almost similar to absolute defense.

Of course, the [Holy Shield Technique] is not without its flaws, one is that it consumes too much. 【Holy Shield Technique】While providing almost absolute defense, it also consumes a lot of Holy Light, which makes 【Holy Shield Technique】cannot be used frequently and can only be used at critical moments.

The second is that they are not immune to physical effects. Although the Paladin's opponents will have no choice but to take this eggshell, they can fly it like a ball.

But this effect does not apply to Yrel at this time, because the black hand's attack is from top to bottom-no matter how powerful he is, he can only hit Yrel into the ground.

The black hand's blow failed, and the action was paused because of excessive use of power.

At the same time, because of this full blow, the black hand at this moment opened the empty door, completely exposing the vitals of his chest to Yrel.

This is Yrel's opportunity.

At this moment, Yrel did not use her own warhammer. On the contrary, she loosened the warhammer in her hand. At the same time, the power of shadow condensed in her left hand to form a half-meter-long shadow blade, and her right hand condensed Blade of Holy Light.

As the black hand opened the empty door, Yrel's left and right hand energy blades pierced towards the black hand's chest.

As the chief of the tribe, the chief of the Blackrock clan, the black hand is dressed in heavy armor smelted by the Blackrock clan. At the same time, his thick muscles and strong bones are the best armor.

But in front of the blade of highly condensed energy, whether it is the armor or the muscles and bones of the black hand, it is like butter pierced by a hot knife.

Blood immediately gushed from the wound.

However, with Black Hand's strong vitality, just this kind of wound hurts Black Hand at most, and it is impossible to kill him.

But the energy blade of both hands is not Yrel's real ultimate move.

Yrel did not expect to kill Blackhand with the Blade of Light or the Blade of Shadow alone.

What she relied on was the collision of two energy blades.

That was a secret killer move that she had never used in actual combat after she had mastered it, and it was also a technique that was capable of exerting several times the destructive power of the power of the Holy Light and the Shadow itself.

That is the opposite of the coexistence of the light and the shadow, the strength of the mutual restraint of the two energies.

With Yrel's anger, the mixed light and dark powers are like colliding positive and negative particles, and at the same time they are annihilated, they produce huge energy and explosions.

In an instant, Blackhand and Yrel were submerged by the shock wave and smoke of the explosion.

The scope of the explosion spread several meters away, and the shock wave even made the draenei and the orcs tens of meters away stand unstable.

But this did not scare them back, because at the core of the explosion there were leaders of both of them. They were eager to know who caused the explosion and who won the battle.

For a long time, the smoke drifted away, revealing the scene in the center of the battlefield.

The draenei cheered, but the tribe was in an uproar.

It was [Holy Shield Technique]. Although the explosion was so close to her, Yrel, who possessed the Divine Shield technique, managed to survive the explosion and even looked unscathed.

On the other hand, Black Hand, at this moment, he fell to the ground in black, even if he did not die, he was unconscious.

"No! No! No! Warchief!"

All the orcs wailed when they saw this, and the Black Hand's guards took off their helmets. These powerful warriors tore their hair and used sharp blades to make terrible scars on their faces and chests, letting them go. The blood shed, and more people rushed in the direction of the black hand frantically, trying to get back their warchief—at least the body of the warchief.

And more orcs dispersed like birds and beasts, even if they still have the advantage overall, even if they persist for a few more days, they may capture Shattrath.

This is the orc, they are martial, barbaric, they are the fiercest warriors, worship the strong, despise the weak.

But in the face of the death of the strongest leader, they will also become the most cowardly bereaved dogs.

Facing the crazy Blackrock Guards, Yrel did not defy his edge, but took the cavalry back to Shattrath under the situation of the tribal chaos.

And in the distance, Gul'dan, who had been watching the duel, was also yelling.

"Damn, damn, I knew, this muscular brat, he ruined such a great situation! If he hadn't been useful, I should have let him die there."

Yes, Black Hand is not dead.

Gul'dan, who was not optimistic about this championship duel, had already prepared the spells to play with the soul in advance to ensure that the black hand would not really die even if he failed no matter how much-and the price was to become his puppet completely.

But he can only do this step.

As the chief of the Shadow Council, the true leader of the tribe in secret, and the right-hand man of the warchief on the bright side, Gul'dan has no ability to maintain order after the black hand "dead", and can only watch the battlefield fall into chaos.

The only thing that made him grateful was that the draenei in the city seemed to be completely lacking in strength. Sending cavalry to destroy the magic artillery was their last outbreak. In the face of the chaotic tribal army, they did not have enough energy to send an army to launch an attack, otherwise If so, it's hard to believe how much the tribe will suffer in this battle.

And now, although the tribe army is in chaos, the real casualties are not many. Most of them are the result of trampling on each other. As long as he can cure the black hand in time, he can re-form the army. Today's accident can't hurt the tribe at all. Vitality.

But soon he knew that he was wrong.

Chapter 1168

The results of Yrel's attack were impressive.

Because of the "death" of the Black Hand, the chaos of the tribal army continued for a whole day, until Gul'dan announced that their warchief was not dead, but was seriously injured, and led the chiefs of the major clans to meet the wounded Black Hand. It gradually subsided.

It's just that no one noticed that the black hand who "survived" in the duel became more silent and colder than in the past, and had a certain subconscious obedience when seeing Gul'dan.

For the black hand's surviving, most chiefs are extremely grateful. Although the Black Hand lost to Yrel, the leader of the draenei, even with the help of Gul'dan in the championship matchup, the morale of the orcs was greatly affected, and the prestige of the Black Hand was seriously affected, but even As the oldest chief among them, Kilrogg of the Blood Ring clan also had to admit that, looking at the entire tribe, no one could do better than Blackhand in that battle.

Whether it is for the unification of the tribe or to fight Yrel, the tribe still needs the power of the black hand.

Therefore, the result of the warchief's failure this time is irrelevant. Everyone knows that they are pretending to be confused, and no one has stood up stupidly to challenge the status of the black hand.

Although the orcs are reckless and combative, they are not fools.

And the black hand did not disappoint others. Early the next morning, he returned to the battlefield with his severely injured body, showing his bravery.

Shocked by the black hand's courage and perseverance, the tribe regained its fighting spirit and renewed its attack on Shattrath with the belief in revenge for the black hand.

However, it was only now that they discovered that what they were attacking was no longer a fortress with strong defenses, but an empty city with a mere appearance.

The city that had clearly resisted them all day yesterday, but now there was no one on the city, and the various artillery that had caused them huge damage was like a collective misfire.

At first, the orcs thought it was a draenei's strategy, but they didn’t see it until they came down to the city carefully holding their shields, and then cautiously tentatively climbing up the ladder to ascend the tower. There should be draenei warriors wearing golden armors, and the walls of the photon cannons filled with destruction are empty, just like those draenei, those photon cannons have never existed before.

"Report to the Warchief that the warriors have completely rummaged through Shattrath, but they didn't even find a single blue skin alive-all these blue skins have indeed left here."

After a whole day of searching, the soldiers brought this answer to Black Hand.