"Hoo, ho"

In the windy dark night, Nathanos Maris shook his body and sat down on the ground. He no longer had the elegance of an elf apprentice.

Xiao Er grinned and rubbed the wound on his shoulder.

"Let me say it again, your grandmother's evaluation of our strength is really accurate..."

With regret, Blake looked at the half-length of Werther's leg. He stretched out his hand to pull the Blade Fist off the Juggernaut's head, and weakly said to the two people in front of him:

"If we hadn't prepared in advance, facing four sword masters, the three of us would have been chopped into pieces the moment we engaged. These sword masters are really powerful."

"But we won!"

Xiao looked at the three corpses at the foot of the hillside with bright eyes.

Needless to say about such an amazing record, he passed his shadow trial with excellent results, provided that he could live to tell his stern grandmother the good news.

Seeing that the pirate had lost his weapon, he threw his dagger to Blake, took out a spare weapon from his bag and put it on his waist.

"Yes, we won."

Maris also said something in a very good mood.

With a distressed look on his face, he put the hound Desolate, who was lying next to him, whimpering in pain, back into the magic reins. After a big battle, the relationship between the three people obviously got further.

Blake was playing with the dagger thrown by Shore. As expected, he is a descendant of the legendary assassin and has a rich family. If he throws it away casually, he will find a sophisticated weapon:

Thrashing Blade

Excellent quality

Strengthen precision. Strengthen bleeding. Weak combos.

The three entries of this thing made the stinky pirate who had changed his mind quickly forget the sadness of Werther's leg. He put his old friend who had broken off in two parts into his bag and took the new weapon in his hand.

"Okay, brothers, let's enjoy the victory and wait until we truly win."

Blake brandished a new weapon. Even though he had only just obtained it, his posture when wielding the weapon was already familiar. The talent of this weapon master was really impressive.

"Deploy the battlefield."

He stood up, raised the sword master's head, grabbed the broken battle flag, and said to his two companions;

"Although it is not good to desecrate the souls of the dead, now we are in a war. How to anger your opponent, you don't need me to teach you more, right?"

"Next, it's time for us to escape."

The three of them were in poor condition at this time, but there was obviously not much time left for them.

No one knows how many sword masters of the Burning Blade clan are hidden in the dark night, but it is certain that the battle here must have attracted attention.

They hastily tidied up the battlefield, and Black threw the three Sword Master swords into his bag. They were all excellent quality swords. They were rare and of great significance, and would be excellent collections.

He grabbed Maris's arm and led the injured ranger into the shadows. The moment he put on the shadow suit, he heard Maris' familiar exclamation again:

"You, can you lead people in sneaking?"

"Yes, I can. You are a genius ranger who has a crush on your mentor, and I am a genius assassin who is a wanderer from the end of the world, so stop making a fuss."

"You! You are talking nonsense! There is innocence between me and my mentor!"

"Understand, understand, Ms. Sylvanas is like the sun in the sky, just being close to her will make you feel ashamed..."

"Huh? How do you know what's in your mind? Can you read minds?"

"You two, be quiet! Someone is chasing you! Bastard!"

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"ah!"

Angry roars sounded on the messy battlefield a few minutes later.

An old sword master slashed his sword on the wooden frame in front of him. The towering wood was instantly chopped into six pieces, and the heads that were pierced by the sword on the wooden frame also fell to the ground.

.

In the pool of blood, the four flaming blade war flags were also torn to pieces and poured with suspicious liquid. This was a provocation!

Definitely provocative!

The old orc looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and his breathing became heavy. Wisps of blood popped up in his eyes, representing his violent mood at this time.

Although there have been casualties among Juggernauts intermittently since entering Azeroth, there has never been a single loss. Just like before, four Juggernauts were reimbursed at once!

This was a humiliating failure.

However, the sword masters are all experienced warriors with extremely high physical and mental training. Although the failure was humiliating and the enemy was provocative, it did not disrupt the old sword master's thinking.

Although the demon blood flowing in his body was howling to spur his anger, forcing him to seek revenge, but as a veteran, he suppressed this urge to destroy.

Being able to kill four sword masters in one battle has proved how difficult his opponent is. He squatted down and carefully checked the traces around him, and soon discovered the spread of blood.

"They went in that direction, their steps were still messy, and their number was unpredictable, but there should be no more than five of them. Four sword masters died in the battle, but not a single body was left behind.

So, it’s a human elite assassin team? Maybe there’s a master to help out, so we can’t underestimate it!”

The old orc took a small bone horn from his waist, put it to his mouth and blew it. The sound was strange, low and sinister, and it felt like a war drum.

This is a summons signal.

Soon, nearly twenty sword masters scattered in the surrounding area were summoned. They all saw the desecrated battle flag and the corpses of their compatriots in front of them. Some young sword masters couldn't bear the anger in their hearts and raised their heads and roared.

"Go north!"

The old sword master waved his finger and shouted to his companions behind him in orc language:

"The enemy is tricky. There may be a human assassin master. Don't scatter rashly. Use a team of five to chase alternately! Be sure to kill the provocateur!

I will lead a team to support the chief, and I will leave it to you to repay the shame and blood hatred of these four compatriots with your own hands!"

"As you command! Master."

All the Fire Blade Sword Masters accepted the order and quickly escaped into the hiding place of Wind Step, but the old orc did not leave immediately. He stood there and gathered the corpses of his companions together as if in mourning.

When he got up, he said to behind him:

"Lantreso, why don't you go hunting?"

"Because they hate me."

A deep voice sounded ten steps behind the old sword master. It was a fire blade sword master who was taller than other sword masters and had weird black-purple hair.

His skin is also not as green as other sword masters.

It's brown with a hint of light blue.

His face is more distinctive. It is softer than the green-faced fangs of ordinary orcs, his eyes are larger, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth are smaller. He should be a mixed race.

He is not a pure orc.

He is carrying a two-handed sword that is slightly different from other sword masters. It has patterns like flames and magma. It is the master's blade.

An elemental sword that only master swordsmen are qualified to wear.

"Even if I am more powerful than them, even if I follow you into the new world, even if I give up my conscience and join you in killing the old and the weak, even if I fight braver than any Burning Blade Orc...

But you still hate me!"

He crossed his arms and said in a low voice:

"Then, why should I help them? Why should I help you?"

"You are a member of the Burning Blade!"

The old sword master frowned and said:

"You were once the most promising warrior in the next generation of the Burning Blade clan, just like Samuro who left us. The chief values ​​you very much, and you should know this."

"Yes, he valued me, so he was willing to accept me, Harfoulson ("bastard" in the orc language), into the group, but he never really valued me.

He just used me as a weapon.

I'm tired of it."

The mixed-blood orc swordmaster spat aside and said:

"Old Dahl is old and insane. He jumped into a trap even though he knew it was a trap. I won't let him be buried with him! I'm leaving, Master Jubel.

It was you who trained me in the first place. I know that you, like everyone else, despise me as a bastard in your heart, but it is you who gave me strength. After tonight, I will no longer be a member of the Burning Blade Clan.

After tonight, whether the Burning Blade Clan will be around or not is another matter.

I'm going back to Draenor."

After saying that, the tall orc turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old sword master.

"Lantrisso, Fireblade! If you really regard me as your mentor, then fight for the Fireblade clan one last time! The chief needs support.

I know you won't help him, so I ask you to follow our companions and hunt down the elite assassins who desecrated the Burning Blade War Standard.

They trampled on our honor, this is..."

"You have no honor at all!"
To be continued...