Juggernaut…….
How many years, how many years has it been...
Spartacus can no longer remember the specific number...
The last time he competed with the Sword Master in martial arts, it was the wind and moon from his hometown that accompanied him with glory and pride.
Nowadays, the cool breeze is still there, the moon of Draenor has disappeared, and the only company around is the snow of Alterac.
Orgrim, I don’t hate you for sending me to die. What I hate is your incompetence. I have suffered and repented for my past sins, and am willing to use my life to atone for them. But I don’t regret fighting for the tribe in World War II. Don’t regret sacrificing everything for the glory of the orcs.
And you, trampled on it, you shouldn't be alive, you shouldn't appear in front of the orcs again, your life, your name, your dignity, and your past have long since disappeared like smoke and dust with the tribe's defeat.
Spartacus didn't understand why there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but it must not be because of the joy of reunion.
"I……"
Orgrim wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
"Stop making excuses, let's fight like orcs."
After Spartacus observed carefully, he discovered that Orgrim was not wearing his legendary black armor, and Doomhammer was not with him.
So he silently untied his cloak, took off his breastplate, drew out his two swords and took a stance.
"If this is what you want, then so be it."
Orgrim suppressed the surprise on his face, suppressed the excitement of telling, checked the small leather shield on his arm, and loosened the rope hanging on his back to restrain the war spear.
Then concentrate on getting ready to face the baptism of the storm.
The orc sword master has never been a profession, but an honor and a title.
During the most difficult years of Draenor, ogres, arakkoa, tigers, gronn, and too many superior races regarded orcs as slaves and food.
But the orcs didn't give in.
The body is tortured by slavery, but the mind is still free.
During the long years of struggle, countless orcs lay dead in the wilderness, but they never gave up.
Finally, the dawn of dawn appeared, and the arrogant ogres fell into a state of division and decline. Those captains of thousands and thousands of captains who killed orcs as casually as chopping melons and vegetables died in large numbers at the hands of the ogres themselves. The arakkoa also stopped expanding after Terokk disappeared.
In such an environment, the orc clans that were originally struggling to survive had a chance to breathe and develop.
When Ner'zhul first called all clans to gather in the Elemental Highlands of Nagrand, the orcs scattered across Draenor discovered that we were so powerful.
It was also because of that gathering that the orcs confirmed the glorious title of Sword Master for the first time.
Only those orc warriors who are proficient in martial arts, proficient in using various combat tools, have the strongest will and the toughest body can prove themselves through actions and obtain the title of Sword Master and shoulder this heavy honor.
From the beginning, the Sword Master promoted the orcs out of practical needs.
Draenor has few things, but there are many demons and monsters. There are too many powerful creatures that can treat ordinary orcs as biscuits one by one, threatening the fragile habitat of the orcs. Killing these life forms that threaten the group is the sword of every orc. An unavoidable mission.
Later, the tribe was established and Gul'dan opened the Dark Portal. The Juggernauts believed the warlocks' words and the lie that Draenor was about to be destroyed. They chose to go to the crisis-ridden Azeroth for the future of the orcs and fight for their clan. People fight to create a new world.
Human beings are not soft persimmons. Even a sword master with high martial arts skills cannot guarantee victory.
From the Dark Swamp all the way to Hillbrad, and even fighting thousands of miles to the Royal City of Lordaeron, the Juggernauts did not miss a single battle.
They are the warchief's most trusted sword, the orcs' most reliable shield, and the tribe's highest force in conquering all directions.
However, the fierce battle left almost all the sword masters who knew almost all their companions dead or injured.
The last sound of the Dark Portal, in order to cover the evacuation of the large army, all the last sword masters of the tribe died on that rainy night.
"So Orgrim, why don't you die!"
That is a martial art that is different from the ordinary orc style of opening and closing. In the years when Spartacus put on a black iron helmet and served as the Alterac Paladin martial arts instructor, he never gave up self-training. He was a former assassin. Now that he has transcended the shackles of race, he wants to kill Orgrim not because of hatred, but to wash away the shame of the warchief and bury the dark past of the orcs.
Take action, regardless of life or death, leaving no room for error.
There is no mercy in this battle.
But Spartacus was facing Orgrim, the holder of the Hammer of Destruction, the former warchief of the tribe, the strongest orc in the past, and another sword master.
Orgrim used a backhand shield and knee to press the lower end of the spear and reversed the sweep. He used a less elegant but extremely powerful move to break Spartacus's life-threatening double swords, and jumped back to distance himself.
"Because I can't die yet."
A warrior's intuition is worth a thousand words. From Spartacus's double swords, Orgrim experienced his complicated emotions.
Words are so pale and powerless, only iron and blood can vent anger and depression.
Hate me?
You have such qualifications.
Come and fight!
When Spartacus saw Orgrim pulling away, he did not attack. He used the moonlight and the mottled shadows of the trees to dodge and disappeared.
"Feng Feng Step, if I don't practice it well enough, I won't show off my shame."
Orgrim suddenly showed a look of nostalgia, then raised the spear horizontally in a spear-throwing posture, and then closed his eyes.
Stealth is not invincible. No matter how fast the wind is, it will make the sound of leaves rubbing against each other. When you can't believe it with the naked eye, just feel it with your heart.
Spartacus, your murderous intention is so strong that even the wind can't blow it away, so what's the point of hiding your body?
Ping, ping, pong, pong...
In just a few breaths, the intensive collision of weapons sounded like restless drum music.
"I'm surprised that you didn't quench the poison on the blade?"
Orgrim touched the wound on his shoulder and neck, put the blood to his nose and smelled it.
"You should be lucky that I didn't come here specifically to kill you, otherwise I wouldn't mind using the most vicious poison."
Spartacus half-knelt on the ground and struggled to catch his breath. His abdomen received a solid blow from Orgrim.
For warriors like Orgrim and Spartacus who are familiar with each other, small tricks are of little use. The competition between sword masters is all about basic skills and physical strength.
However, one fact that cannot be concealed is that they are all old.
When the Dark Portal opened, they were in their prime, working hard for hope and a future.
Now, twenty years later, even if they are unwilling to do so, they still cannot hide the fact that their bodies are getting old.
Although Spartacus seems to be in better condition than Orgrim, he is also three years older than Orgrim.
Two orc swordmasters who survived in the shadow of the times fought a life-and-death battle between elderly players in an unnamed grove.
Orgrim roughly wrapped the wound, and Spartacus was trying his best to calm down his breath. Testing and stalemate were unnecessary. Next, he would see life and death.
At this time, there were footsteps.
"Orgrim? Orgrim?"
It's Sal's voice!
Orgrim turned his head unconsciously, trying to eat and drink Thrall and keep him away from him, but he immediately realized that his actions were fatal, and he immediately faced Spartacus with his spear.
However, there was no trace of his former friend in Orgrim's sight.
I closed my eyes again and sensed with my mind's eye that the surroundings were calm.
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