Chapter 37: Battle of the Sword Master

"Bah, you are the one who soiled the tradition." Lantrexo spat, "Today I will restore my rightful status in the clan."

"Makgora!" Lantrexo shouted loudly.

"Are you worthy?" Dar said with a look of disdain and a bit of yin and yang: "Where is your battle flag? Oh, I almost forgot, it turns out that you are no longer a sword master, so why should I accept your challenge?"

"It's just us." Daruk, known as the leader of the herd, said.

As the commander of this marauder force, Daruk was ordered to escort Lantresor and ensure the smooth progress of the duel.

And Dahl was obviously not prepared to face the wrath of the Warsong clan.

To be fair, why did Nelgo want to support Lantresor to become Chief of the Burning Blade?

There are three reasons.

First, Dar, an old guy, wants to pretend to be powerful and rely on the power of the Warsong clan to stay in a corner, but he doesn't want to be a dog. How can it be so easy?

Secondly, Lantrexo is weak and has no team members in the clan. If he wants to secure his position as chief, he needs the support of the Warsong orcs, and this will also facilitate the Warsong clan's infiltration into the Burning Blade clan.

Third, one is a swordsman genius in his prime, and the other is a player who can prepare an urn in advance. Needless to say?

"With you? With you... Okay." Dahl knew that he had to fight this battle. It is true that, like other clans, Dahl's Burning Blade Clan values ​​glory more than anything else.

But Darl has selfish motives after all, and his selfishness lies in his heir. He knows that his time is numbered, and as an orc he is already very old.

This is not a fantasy novel, there are some old monsters, ancestors, etc. In the orc society, old age means easy death.

And his heir obviously did not have the power to convince the people. At this time, he needed his father to clear the way for them and eliminate all the orcs who threatened the chief's position.

This was a large part of the reason for banishing Lantrexo.

His swordsmanship talent is astonishing, and even the old Dahl does not necessarily say that he can definitely defeat him.

It can be said that if the Warsong clan had not intervened today, then the correct development of the plot would have been for Dar to send people to swarm him, subdue him, imprison him or behead him.

But now, the warsong orcs are looking at him, so what can he do?

Dar didn't dare to bet on whether these wolf cavalry would attack after he rejected Ma'gora. Those Warsong orcs were crazy!

"Come on, go to the Fireblade Cave. The Sword Master's trial has begun." Although Dahl is old, he is still an orc after all. The significance of Ma'gora and the threat of the Warsong clan prompted him to accept the duel. He ordered people to let him go. Opening the road, Warsong's army entered Havalo in an instant.

Under the doubtful gaze of the Burning Blade Orcs, Daruk said loudly: "I came here under the orders of Chief Hellscream. My visit is not an invasion or a provocation, but to maintain the tradition of the clan! Once upon a time "

Dar snorted coldly, and Lantrisso did the same. Neither of the two orcs was convinced by the other. They both knew that after entering the Fire Blade Cave and the challenge began, only one of them would survive.

In pursuit of revenge, Lantrexo will show no mercy.

For the sake of power, Dahl did not leave any consequences behind.

As you advance along the Fire Blade Cave, you will see a huge arena where countless sword masters with battle flags on their backs train their swordsmanship.

"Give me back my battle flag." Lantrexo said coldly.

"Go and find him a battle flag." Dar ordered: "At least today is a duel between us sword masters."

During this period, the two Burning Blade Orcs were bickering in a dialect that the Warsong Orcs could barely understand.

Although it is obscure and difficult to understand, it is not difficult to tell from the expressions between them that these are probably some unbearable curses.

Some bystanders can understand it, while others can't understand it at all, but this does not prevent them from watching the show here and watching it with gusto.

At this time, an orc came over holding a battle flag. The wooden flagpole had a gray battle flag on it, and the flag had the emblem of the Burning Blade Clan - a flaming sword.

This kind of decoration that is very bulky and makes people feel that it is not suitable for participating in battle is the glory of these sword masters.

Lantrexo put the battle flag behind his back and drew his sword, without any unfamiliar feeling at all.

The flames ignited on the sword filled the air with the smell of sparks.

"Come on, show your sword blade." Lantrexo said in a cold tone.

"What a pity, your vile blood will be stained on my sword."

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose, and Dahl said it without mercy.

The two got into position, both staring at each other closely.

A moment later, Dahl took the lead. In an instant, a white light flashed, and four Dahls appeared at the same time. The four figures held fire blades and slashed at Lantreso.

This is not a cover-up, nor is it the same as in Warcraft. This is one of the unique skills of the Burning Blade Masters - Mirror Image.

It would be a big mistake to just treat them as a cover-up that should be ignored.

Just like the mirror images of mages in the game, Juggernaut's clones can also be treated as an entity, and their mirror images can also really cause damage.

Lantresso was motionless, as if he was frightened, but no matter who it was, no one thought that Lantresos would be solved so easily.

Just as Dal was approaching him, he jumped back, waving the sharp blade in his hand in mid-air, and the blade stained with fire emitted flames.

However, in Dal's eyes, this move was fast enough, and the flames were really difficult to dodge, but what about the power?

A mirror image took the initiative to step forward and blocked these fire blades with a fearless look until they dissipated.

"This move is not very powerful?" Dal thought silently, with a hint of joy in his heart.

He knew that if time dragged on for a long time, an old orc like him would not be Lantresos's opponent at all.

The fist is afraid of the young, and the sword saint is the same. After all, they are not immortals, and they also have to abide by the basic laws.

Because of this, Dal decided to fight quickly and overwhelm Lantresos with the power of thunder.

Wind Step!

Under the effect of the swordmaster's signature skill, Dal and his mirror images suddenly disappeared, leaving only a gust of wind in the place. If everyone hadn't watched him disappear, they might have thought that only Lantresor was here from beginning to end.

In the eyes of others, this old orc had undoubtedly entered a state of invisibility.

"Is this the Wind Walk?" Tazag muttered on the side, "I heard Nergo say that swordmasters can be invisible, so this must be it?"

No one responded to him. Everyone was concentrating on watching the duel between the two swordmasters. He was not embarrassed, but curled his lips and continued to watch them.