Sarlayan didn't care about Archimonde's contempt. Rather... he was glad that he had not aroused Archimonde's interest for the time being.
Sarlayan, who grew up fighting, never cared about whether the fight was good or not. As long as he went to the battlefield, the final victory was the most important thing.
Due to the gap in realm between them, even with the dragon's physical fitness, the blessing of Goldrinn's fury, and the triple BUFF of Ursoc's incarnation, Sarlayan was still at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat with Azgalor.
This situation was expected by Sarlayan. The good news is that at least the battle situation did not become one-sided.
The bodies of the Annihlan clan are very bulky, and they can only exert their greatest combat effectiveness when standing.
When he fell sideways on the ground, Azgalo's thick tail swept left and right in vain, trying to use the power of the tail to stand up again.
Although he is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of attack power and defense power in melee combat, in terms of close combat skills, Sarlayan is able to overpower Azgalo and attack like crazy.
After rolling around in the mud for a while, Azgalo finally realized that there was no need for a heavy spear in this kind of close combat.
He simply threw the long weapon aside and swung his bastard fist directly at the giant bear transformed by Sarlayan.
Azgalor's fists were so heavy that even the defense of Ursoc's incarnation couldn't force him to hit him one after another.
Seeing Azgalo come to his senses from the one-sided beating, Sarlayan also immediately changed his fighting method.
The giant bear, which had been ready to stand up for a long time, suddenly jumped up from the ground with a flexible movement that was not suitable for its huge body. When it landed, it stepped on the side of Azgalo's face with its back foot.
Finally breaking free from Sarlayan's grounding restraints, Azgalo ignored the severe pain in his face and stood up using his tail as a support point.
Taking advantage of Azgaro's opportunity to bend down and pick up the weapon, Sarlayan's body suddenly shrank significantly and turned into a small and agile silver wolf.
"Ouch!"
The condensed moonlight energy cannon was ejected from Sarlayan's wolf's mouth, hitting Azgalo in the face who was unable to dodge. The resulting impact made Azgalo stumble back a few steps, knocking him down. There are many towering ancient trees on the inside of the mountain road.
In the following battle, Sarlayan tried a variety of attack forms, including dragon form and human form.
But his biggest problem remains unresolved.
Although Sarlayan's attacks could damage Azgallo to a greater or lesser extent, they were unable to inflict a decisive blow on him.
"Tsk!"
Sharlayan, who was holding Valajar's twin swords, temporarily withdrew from the battlefield in human form, panting heavily and trying to adjust his breathing.
"Sure enough, the gap in realm is still difficult to smooth out through skills. It's simply a matter of not putting in enough effort!"
[Indeed, Xiao Sha has taken advantage of his combat skills to the extreme. If it were not for his lack of attack power, Azgalo would have died several times. 】
【What to do now? Is it really possible to make a breakthrough by taking advantage of the pressure from a disadvantage? This is too risky. 】
[Do you have a better way? Let Sharlayan make the decision. 】
"Huh~"
Taking advantage of the moment when Azgalo also adjusted his posture, Sarlayan took the time to glance at the barrage discussion.
"A choice? Wasn't my decision made from the beginning?"
In recent years, due to his change of identity, Sarlayan has rarely put aside all worries and charged on the front line.
There is a saying in another world that one looks eighty when he is three years old.
Although his experiences in his youth gradually became a dark history in Sarlayan's life as his mind matured, his spirit of resistance at that time that dared to shake his fist at all oppressors continues to this day.
pressure? Disadvantage?
Sarlayan needs pressure to force himself at this moment, and he also needs to use disadvantage to force himself to break through.
Because he had no retreat from the beginning.
As the commander-in-chief of the Kalimdor Expeditionary Force, Duke Thalayan Deepshadow will never allow defeat on the battlefield. He must set an example for his fellow soldiers who are still fighting bloody battles on the same battlefield.
"bring it on!"
Sarlayan spat out the blood in his mouth and looked at Azgaro with a more ferocious look, as if he was back to the time when he had nothing but a pair of fists and defeated Quel'Thalas more than ten years ago.
The boiling blood gradually merged with the furious rage that Goldrinn had forcibly injected into Sarlayan's body earlier, and his mind and body reached an unprecedented high degree of unity.
Without thoughts, thoughts, or fears, Sarlayan's soul entered a mysterious state, abandoning all worries and negative emotions. There was only one simple thought left in his clear and empty heart - to defeat the situation in front of him. Strong enemy.
"oh?"
Chromie, who had been sitting on the top of the city tower and watching the battle in a low-key manner, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked with interest at Sarlayan, whose momentum had changed significantly.
"Interesting. I didn't expect that I would be able to 'witness' this scene again in my lifetime. There are indeed benefits to living a long life."
Not only Chromie, but Archimonde, who was a little distracted earlier, also noticed something strange. He was slightly surprised and turned his attention back to the fighting battlefield between Azgalor and Sarlayan.
Yes, fight.
Sarlayan, who had given up everything, no longer had any concerns, except for those fatal threats that would prevent him from fighting anymore. He would rather trade injuries for injuries in an offensive battle with Azgallo.
It didn't take long for Sarlayan's body, which had never been armored, to be stained red with blood.
With the rapid consumption of physical strength, the powerful self-healing power derived from the red dragon clan began to be somewhat stretched.
But Sarlayan, who had entered a strange state, was unaware of this and almost instinctively drove his extremely tired body to continue fighting.
Under the close attention of countless people both inside and outside the battlefield, Sarlayan, whose mind and body were as one as a whole, suddenly changed his fighting style like a soul.
He did not dodge Azgarro's powerful and heavy spear that also hit his head. Instead, he crossed Valargar's swords, which were infected with green blood, and raised them above his head, trying to block the abyss lord's attack.
"clang!!"
The loud noise of weapons clashing resounded throughout the entire battlefield. Valeera, who was sweeping out legion spies in the mountains and forests outside the battlefield, suddenly felt nervous and subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the main battlefield.
The Backlight Blade elite next to Valeela asked in confusion: "Lord Sangunar? Have you made any new discoveries?"
"No, it's nothing."
Valeela calmed down and shook her head to adjust her mood.
"Keep moving, keep your spirits up, and don't let any mouse pass!"
"yes!"
'Salayan, I believe you will be able to overcome this difficulty, just as you have faced countless difficulties in the past. '
…
"cough!"
Before the smoke and dust had dispersed, the sound of Sarlayan coughing up blood could be heard first as he took Azgalo's blow.
While everyone who was paying attention to the battle situation was uneasy about this, Sarlayan's lips curved into a happy smile.
"So, that's it?"
After coughing up the congestion accumulated in his chest, Sarlayan felt that his condition at this moment was better than ever.
If before he looked at the world as if he were looking at flowers through a layer of mist, then at this time, Sarlayan had already unveiled that layer of curtain and entered a new stage.
"drink!"
Valajar's two swords were crossed and held high, and they exerted force at the same time. Azgarro, who thought the battle was over, was caught off guard and was knocked back a step.
Azgalo, who was repelled from the front, widened his eyes in disbelief: "How is that possible?!"
Archimonde, who was sitting at the back of the battlefield, had a deep look in his eyes: "Is he another genius like Azshara? Is Azeroth really a planet affected by some kind of will?"
Although Archimonde had some thoughts about Sarlayan's breakthrough on the battlefield, a mere bastard who had just become a demigod was not enough to let him take action himself.
Azgallo?
Death is death. As long as the strategic goal of this expedition is achieved, Archimonde can resurrect him after returning to Argus in triumph.
Archimonde was not the only one to see the outcome of this battle in advance. Chromie, who was standing on the edge of the city wall, also proudly put his hands on his hips.
"You are worthy of being the friend that I, Chromie, have chosen, and worthy of being the partner that the lazy black dragon chose after a thousand choices. He actually relied on his own efforts to break through the bottleneck that restricts mortals."
"In this case……"
Chromie looked thoughtfully at Stellagosa, who was still coordinating various logistical tasks in the city.
"Perhaps, the extraordinary racial privileges granted to us by the Titans are also, from a certain perspective, the restraint that locks the upper limit of the dragon race?"
At the moment when Chromie was distracted, Azgalo, who was retreating in embarrassment, had not yet adjusted his posture, and an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Qiang!"
As two bright metallic lights flashed by, Azgalo's body suddenly stopped in place.
"Bah!!"
The huge wound that exploded in the shape of a cross on the neck almost completely severed Azgalo's head and completely cut off the demigod goalkeeper's life.
"ha……"
After landing smoothly, Sarlayan, who was sprayed with green blood all over his head and face, looked up at the sky indifferently, with a relieved smile on his lips.
When everyone who was paying attention to this battle thought that Sarlayan was making a breakthrough and realizing victory, Stellagosa, who was supposed to be arranging the overall situation in the city, suddenly teleported to him without warning.
Under the gaze of countless people, Daheng, who looked like a frail little star that was eye-popping, picked up Sarlayan, who was still holding two big swords in his hands, and jumped ten meters high with a slight bend of his legs. Back to the city wall.
Chromie looked speechlessly at Sarlayan, who still had his eyes open, but there was no look in his eyes.
"...fainted while standing? It's really you."
