At his peak, Blackmore was just a mediocre legendary goalkeeper, but at least he had entered the threshold of the legendary realm and could barely be considered a high-end combat power in the mortal world.
Excluding the time when the expeditionary force fought in Draenor, it has been eight years since the Alliance won the Second Orc War.
Eight years is enough time to turn the ambitious young man into a greasy middle-aged salty fish uncle.
When the war just ended, Blackmore was still ambitious and wanted to use Thrall to raise an army of orcs and create his own kingdom.
But the timeline where Sarlayan is located is not a branch singularity. Blackmore struggled for several years without seeing a chance to get ahead, and gradually began to give up on himself.
Although Blackmore was only the lowest baron awarded for his military merits, he was still a nobleman after all, and he was also a nobleman with real power over his territory. He could hold his head high when facing those noblemen with false titles whose titles were higher than his own.
Having reached this level under the age of 40, Blackmore can be considered successful.
Just like a parody quote mentioned by Danmu.
Can’t I enjoy enjoyment after fighting all my life? Then play music, then dance.
As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
When Blackmore began to indulge in drinking and pleasure, it was not so easy to regain his former ambition.
People's mouths can tell endless lies and brag loudly, but solid data cannot deceive people.
Blackmore often boasted to his women when he was drunk, how heroic he was in his youth and how powerful he was today.
But the data seen by Sarlayan's Eagle Vision cruelly revealed what he had deliberately concealed.
The decline of Blackmore's strength is an indisputable reality. He was once a legendary goalkeeper, but due to years of drinking and lack of training, he has long been unable to return to his peak period.
During his recent trip to the Shadow Realm, Sarlayan came into contact with the five powerful demigods at the level of marquis and saint. He also saw the Eternals at a higher level, which invisibly broadened his horizons. .
A guy like Blackmore, even at his peak, is just like that in Saryan's eyes. After all, he is just a legendary goalkeeper, let alone after his strength has declined significantly.
Oh, by the way, he is still in a drunken state, and the fighting power he can exert is even less impressive.
Blackmore, who was holding a sword with one hand, looked quite intimidating, at least he frightened the Foxton family.
But Sarlayan could clearly see that this guy was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and he couldn't even muster the energy to deal with him seriously.
"Taresa, take the two old men back and give me a second to deal with him."
"One second?!"
As Blackmore's bedfellow, Taressa had heard a lot of boasts from him. Taressa, who lacked knowledge of the outside world, really thought that Blackmore was brave enough to be worthless, and she was worried that Tharesa Ryan is no match for him.
Tharessa was stunned for a moment by Sarlayan's "arrogant words". Just when she was anxiously about to speak out to dissuade her, Sarlayan in the form of a crow had disappeared from the place, leaving only a translucent humanoid afterimage. .
After all, Sharlayan is not a profession that specializes in agility like Valeela, and cannot create an afterimage that is fake or real.
While transforming back into his human form, Sarlayan kicked off his feet, locked onto Blackmoore, who was holding his sword high, and launched a charge.
He didn't even take out his weapon. He lowered his left shoulder during the charge, and with one simple move of the iron mountain, Blackmore was caught off guard and sent flying.
As a warrior, the first lesson Sarlayan learned from Thalorian Morningseeker was to hold his ground firmly.
Unless you are using exclusive jumping skills such as Heroic Leap, never let your feet leave the ground. This is the foundation of the warrior profession.
After drinking, Blackmore was weak on his feet and couldn't even do the basic skills of a warrior.
He did notice Sarlayan who suddenly transformed from a bird into a human, and he became alert.
But the nerves numbed by alcohol prevented his body from acting as he wished, and his reaction speed was more than a beat slower.
"Kacha!"
Sarlayan, who has elf ears, has much stronger hearing than humans, and his dragon blood gives him five senses that are even more powerful than those of high elves.
When the unarmored Blackmore was knocked away, Sarlayan clearly heard a crisp sound coming from his chest. It must have been that his sternum was fractured by Sarlayan's iron mountain.
"Danglanglang!"
Blackmore, who was in mid-air, could not hold the sword in his hand. When he fell to the ground and rolled into a ball, the gorgeous-looking sword also fell to the ground, waking up a confused Talesa. .
"this……"
Due to lack of knowledge, Taressa couldn't figure out for a moment whether Sarlayan was too strong or Blackmore was too weak.
In any case, Taresa, who originally thought there would be a hard fight, completely misguessed the process and outcome, and Blackmore was easily knocked down within a second.
At this moment, he was still curled up on the ground, holding his chest and groaning. He probably wouldn't be able to get up in a short time.
"winter!"
Sarlayan strolled up to Blackmore, punched him and knocked him unconscious. With one hand, he held Blackmore, who was over 1.8 meters tall and somewhat fat, in his hand.
"Let's go, it's time to meet Sal. Let him handle this guy."
Many people witnessed this "battle" that took place in front of Blackmore Castle...if it ended in one second, it was considered a battle.
No matter how powerful Blackmore is, he is still the Lord of Durnholde.
In the current war situation, even if Blackmore does not go to the battlefield, just sitting in the castle can play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army, allowing the soldiers on the front line to put aside their fears and doubts and continue to fight.
However, the lord who was supposed to serve as a totem symbol unexpectedly failed in a fight with a crow to snatch a woman, and he was carried away by the human being transformed by the crow.
When the shocked Durnholde soldiers came to their senses, Sarlayan and his party had long disappeared.
Although Blackmore's adjutant responded quickly and ordered the news to be blocked, many people saw the lord being taken away. It is still unknown how long this news can be kept hidden.
Once the defenders on the city wall learn that Blackmore is missing, their morale will almost certainly collapse in an instant. There is no need to fight this war and they should surrender as soon as possible.
Sarlayan didn't know when the news would spread completely, and he didn't have the interest to pay attention to it.
Led by Talesa, who was familiar with all the streets and alleys of Durnholde, the group of 4 people... no, 5 people, soon arrived at the meeting place agreed upon by her and Sal.
Mr. and Mrs. Foxton are both honest and honest aristocratic servants. At most they are a bit clever like the common people. They have never seen these things that happened today in their previous lives, and they were always in a daze along the way.
Sarlayan didn't expect them to be of any help, as long as they didn't jump out to cause trouble.
Fortunately, just like Taresa said, the Folkston family are not bad in nature and are honest people.
Taresa asked them to remain silent during the transfer. The two couples really remained silent and followed their daughter and the big man who easily defeated the lord as they walked through the streets.
When the group of people arrived at the secret meeting place, Thrall had already arrived first, pacing back and forth anxiously holding the bloody battle ax in his hand.
Seeing Sarlayan escorting the Foxton family over as promised, Sal finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He consciously put the tomahawk behind him and hid it, and asked worriedly to Talesa and Foxton, who looked a little surprised: "Talessa, are you okay? What happened to you on the road... Um?"
Thrall, who had been paying attention to Taresha, suddenly noticed that Sallayan was holding someone in his hand.
After observing this person's appearance, Thrall opened his eyes in surprise: "Isn't this the lord? Why do you..."
Sarlayan casually threw Blackmore in front of Thrall: "That's right, this guy is left to you to deal with. It's up to you whether you want to kill him or let him go. I won't make any interference."
Seeing Taresha take a step forward to persuade her, Sarlayan suddenly pointed at her with a vague finger.
A beam of blue arcane light hit Taresha's back. Her movements suddenly froze, and only her eyes could still rotate left and right.
Thrall didn't notice Taresha's strangeness. He took out the battle ax hidden behind his back with complicated eyes, and his expression kept changing.
Sarlayan watched the changes in Sarlayan's expression with great interest.
'To kill or not to kill, the choice you make at this moment will affect my subsequent training of you. Don't let me down, Guyin'er. '
