CHAPTER 170: WOW: 170 THE SEVEN BEARS OF DRAENOR

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Emily looked indifferent. She knew Alsace too well. This man would never put himself in danger. Even if it was dangerous, it was relative. With her around, what danger could there be?

Ding! Goron swung his fist fiercely, and the fist as big as a car tire fell down fiercely. Arthas raised his shield to defend himself, and a burst of holy light burst out from his body.

The heavy pressure almost crushed him, but he still resisted. He resisted Goron’s attack. Although a mouthful of blood was already pressed in his throat, he still resisted. The burst of holy light rebounded Goron’s original attack force, shocking Goron back a little, and a trace of wounds appeared on his body.

The pain made Goron even more violent, and he angrily swung his fist at Arthas. He was injured and very angry. His skin was thick and tough, and even if he was injured, he still maintained a good fighting power.

Boom boom boom! After a series of violent attacks, Arthas activated the Blazing Defender, reducing the damage again, and continued to charge forward with the tall Gronn. Facing a giant monster that was five meters tall when standing, other high-level elf warriors would have been turned into minced meat after this round.

"roar!"

Goron roared with an extremely miserable cry, and then fell straight back, dead! He was annoyed to death! One attack and a rebound were acceptable, two, three were acceptable. But after five or six times, he couldn’t stand it anymore, and naturally he was countered to death!

Sylvanas opened her mouth in surprise, her face full of disbelief, "What kind of tactic is this?"

"He is training himself. His strength is improved step by step. There is no shortcut."

Emerlis’s beautiful eyes are always half asleep. Apart from being more concerned about Alsace’s affairs, she is indifferent to other things. As long as it takes long enough, it is really difficult to be interested in anything. Once you are interested, you are really obsessed.

Arthas is indeed training himself, his level is still a bit low. With bodyguards behind him, plus he is a Paladin, he can fight, resist, heal, and reduce damage! Except that he can’t output as violently as a warrior, it is almost a perfect profession.

"Kill him!"

The leader of the beastman squad roared that they had never been afraid even when facing huge primitive monsters, so there was no reason to be afraid of a human!

Boom! Boom! Ding! Puff! Arthas didn’t know how many times he had resisted the blows and how many arrows he had shot back. Every time, he activated the damage reduction and timely treatment to ensure his health. He relied on his abnormal ability to resist and fight against many enemies at once. He would not retreat even if there were thousands of troops.

Buzz! A golden light fell, and Arthas’s injuries were completely healed, and his aura became even more profound. He laughed and stabbed his sword into the bloody mouth of the wolf, and used his shield to block the wolf rider’s machete, and bounced the opponent away.

"Ding, current level: 38."

How to level up? Of course, you have to kill monsters. The more you kill, the faster you will level up. Arthas looked crazy, covered in blood, with a ferocious smile, just like a death knight. It was chilling. He held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and rushed straight into the orcs. He didn’t care whether he could beat them or not, he just rushed in first!

Puff! Puff! The sound of spitting blood continued to ring out. The harder the angry orcs hit, the heavier they were hit. As a result, the orc infantry fell one after another, but the trolls were not seriously injured. Their strong self-healing ability meant that they would not die unless they were hit in important parts.

Arthas tried to move, but a troll jumped under his feet and held his right leg tightly. No matter how he attacked him, the troll just clung to Arthas, as if he was going to sacrifice himself to delay Arthas and give his teammates a chance.

Ding ding ding! A bomb was dropped, and Arthas pounced directly onto the troll, pinning it down.

Boom! A burst of fire shot up into the sky, and the troll was blown up, its body torn into pieces! Arthas was also thrown up, and in the air he activated all his damage reduction skills, and slammed into the troll witch doctor’s position like a cannonball. After landing, he killed the orc in front of him with a knife, and tried hard to resist the disgusting feeling that his internal organs were displaced. He bit the troll witch doctor’s ear fiercely, and bit his ear off with force!

With blood in his mouth, he doesn’t look like a righteous paladin at all. Instead, he looks like a demon that crawled out of hell, roaring and ready to devour everything!

Even the battle-hardened orcs and trolls were a little scared and couldn’t help but take a few steps back. They were a little scared. An opponent who was invincible and extremely crazy, this was simply the end of the world!

"Move aside, I’ll meet him!"

A whirlwind passed through the orcs, and all the orcs blocking the way were knocked away. Arthas raised his shield at the right time, and was also knocked away by the huge force!

The attacker spurted out a mouthful of blood. A broken-armed orc was half-crouching on the ground. The palm of his broken arm had turned into a broken blade. This shape looked very much like a certain kind of orc! The Broken Hand Clan!

Arthas also saw that the attacker was actually Kasgar, one of the Seven Heroes of Draenor! The leader of the Broken Hand Clan! An extreme orc who was extremely cruel even to himself!

Kaska was originally a slave in Hangmaul Castle of the Ogre Empire, a gladiator slave. He honed his fierce fighting skills in the gladiatorial contests and won every victory, making him famous. The ultimate goal of a slave is to kill a hundred opponents before they are allowed to be free.

As a result, the ogre broke his promise. After killing a hundred opponents, Kasgar still did not get his freedom. As a reward for the champion, he was locked in the dungeon of the arena until he rotted. In despair, anger was brewing, and Kael’gath cut off his bound hands. Other imprisoned orc slaves saw his determination and followed suit. Together, they formed the Shattered Hand Clan, hunting ogres as a pleasure and goal, which once made the Ogre Empire feel scared and collapsed! Such a powerful enemy should not have appeared here, but it still appeared!