Chapter 38 Blade Storm

Lantresso narrowed his eyes slightly, "Wind Step?"

He carefully looked around at the place where Dal might suddenly appear and launch an attack.

Although he had been expelled from the clan, he had not forgotten the sword master's attack method at all.

It took less than a breath.

Dal's figure quickly flashed to Lantresor's side, and in his blind spot, his figure instantly appeared, the long sword in his hand ignited with flames, and with all his strength, he swung it down and slashed at Lantresor's head fiercely.

"Burning Blade."

He didn't say it out loud, but the sword master apprentices recognized this move. Like the Wind Step, the Burning Blade is also the sword master's specialty, and even the name of their clan is due to it.

Although all the clan members who have become sword masters are qualified to learn this move, how can those ordinary people compare with Dal. Triple Blood Blade?

Not to mention that this was an attack from three directions. Yes, just like his original body, the mirrored blades were also like this. They were distributed in different directions, surrounding Lantresuo from three sides, trying to make him unable to resist, and unable to take care of both ends.

A gust of hot wind from the blade blew up the battle flag behind Lantresuo. The scorching air made him feel Dal's attack. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed and stared at the blade that was getting closer and closer.

When these three attacks were about to hit him, Lantresuo moved slowly. As a sword master, he naturally reacted extremely quickly, which made this scene that should have been dangerous in danger seem so natural to him.

Like Dal, Lantresuo also used the Wind Step.

A flash, no more, no less, just avoided Dal's attack and made himself appear outside this encirclement.

"You said I am not worthy of understanding the exquisiteness of the Fire Blade Sword Technique?" The smile on Lantresuo's face became stronger and stronger.

Swish!

With one sword strike, one of the Dals was dispersed without a sound.

Dal was too old after all. He didn't move until the mirror image died. He slashed at Lantresso with his backhand.

Lantresso's strong body was like a flexible venomous snake, dodging Dal's slash, and casually slashed his neck with his sword.

Fortunately, Dal reacted quickly and exchanged his body with the mirror image, which resulted in the fatal blow killing only one of his fake bodies.

In just a few breaths, none of the original three mirror images survived.

There was some anger in Dal's eyes, but it soon disappeared.

He summoned the power from the depths of his heart, and another mirror image was born, and this time there were many more than the last time.

How terrifying is the scene of dozens of sword masters standing together?

Even if they knew he was a mirror image, it shocked others. Looking at these Dals, the onlookers were surprised.

The Fire Blade Orcs had not seen their chieftain take action for a long time, and this scene of dozens of mirror images appearing together was unique.

"A lot of people?" Lantresor said without any sarcasm, "Let's see whether it's quality or quantity!"

"Mirror image." He uttered a word, and several mirror images appeared on the field in an instant. Three Lantresor stood back to back, grinning.

Dale said fiercely: "You bastard, you will never feel the true power of our bloodline, you... half-orc."

Then a series of roars came out, and these mirror images had red eyes, as if they were released by the shaman's bloodthirsty spell, roaring, and rushed towards Lantresor one after another.

Bloody rage, this is the power hidden in the deepest part of the orcs' hearts. It makes the orcs ferocious and brutal, and also makes them fearless.

Generally speaking, sword masters will not stimulate this power, which will make them lose their rationality.

In the eyes of others, this was a move that Dar could not care about so much, in order to defeat Lantreso with absolute power, to ensure his absolute power as the chief, and his unshakable position.

But Lantreso always felt something was wrong, and this emotion reached its peak after he killed several mirror images in succession.

Suddenly, the breeze brushed his hair, and a flash of knife flashed. He understood that this was the real Dar. The previous crazy performance was just to paralyze him. The real Dar had been hiding in the dark, ready for the fatal blow at any time.

Fortunately, Lantreso's vigilance saved his life. With a clang, the two swords collided. After successfully blocking, Lantreso stabbed his abdomen fiercely with a knife.

Deep red blood slowly flowed out of it, which also made Lantreso confirm that he was indeed the real body.

Just when he wanted to take advantage of the victory to chase and finish him off, another mirror image came to interfere. Helplessly, he could only watch Dar use the wind step to distance himself.

The onlookers saw the dramatic changes in the plot, and they dared not breathe any more. They wished they could keep their eyes on the two people, for fear of missing a moment.

"It's over." Lantresor killed all the mirror images, and he slowly walked towards the open space where Dal was lying.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the footsteps were like the death knell of the god of death, ringing slowly with the passage of time.

His descendants roared and wanted to rescue Dal, but were stopped by other orcs.

Daruk frowned, his face gloomy, and looked very unhappy, "How can the sacred Makgora allow others to interfere! Do you also want to violate tradition?"

Because he has been living with wild beasts all year round, Daruk also has the same intimidating power as a ferocious beast in front of these orcs.

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Their faces were full of hatred, "That's our grandfather, our chief!"

"No matter who he is!" Daruk was too lazy to argue with these boys. He waved his hand and ordered a few soldiers to step forward and control him. He still wanted to pay attention to Makgora's next development.

"Now, have you seen my swordsmanship?" Lantrexo laughed proudly. This was the joy of avenging shame, the joy of victory in battle, and his hatred of his exile.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a sword, and Lantrexo raised the blade, preparing to give him a good blow.

Unexpectedly, Dar also smiled this time, "You are brave for nothing."

"But he doesn't know strategy."

The sound came from behind, and a sword blade quickly penetrated his body. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the sword would have penetrated his heart.

"You are just a bastard after all, not a real sword master." Darr looked proud. Seeing that Lantrexo was successfully attacked by him, his hard work was finally not in vain.

That's right, in fact, when he summoned the mirror just now, he had a plan in mind. He pretended to fail in the sneak attack on Lantrexo and was deliberately stabbed. Then he used the mirror to temporarily divert his attention, while he used the mirror to pretend that he was unable to fight. hiding aside.

In fact, the real body has long been hidden in the dark using the Wind Step.

If there is even one mistake in this, he will die without a burial place.

Fortunately, he made the right bet and everything worked out.

Lantrexo did not realize that the injured Juggernaut had been replaced by a mirror image. Lantrexo's failure to kill him gave him a chance to take danger.

"It's really... insidious."

At this moment, even the most loyal Fireblade Orcs to the Chief couldn't help but have this idea in their minds, and they agreed more and more.

You must know that they are orcs, and they advocate glorious battles, especially the sacred duel of Makgora.

But their chief actually used the despicable method of sneak attack.

It can be expected that even if Dar wins, his prestige among the orcs will be ruined.

Diplomatic prestige -1.

At this moment, the power of the flames was concentrated on the sword blade. It was expected that Lantrexo would not be able to escape death even if he was extremely capable.

"You are indeed still a despicable person." Lantrexo gritted his teeth. After all, he had fallen into this old guy's trap.

At this time, Dahl also knew that he couldn't pop the champagne in the middle of the game and had to solve the problem quickly to avoid the comedy of long nights and dreams, where the villain dies from talking too much.

"This is how the sword master survives, and this is my glory."

As he said this, Darl's hand did not stop, activating the flames. The violent energy burned Lantriso's flesh and blood, and even a smell of paste came from his body.

"The dead don't deserve glory, living is everything." Dahl looked at Lantrexo, who was almost considered to have lost his fighting ability, and sneered.

He quickly drew his sword and prepared to behead him.

"But what I carry out is the glory of the Burning Blade clan and the glory of the orcs." Lantrexo roared, "lok-tar!"

He took advantage of the fact that the sword blade had just left his body, and used all his strength to swing out a steel whirlwind.

This shocked Dar, "How is that possible? Why aren't you dead?"

In an instant, a strong wind blew up in the cave, and the originally harmonious breeze turned into a sharp blade. Lantrexo quickly waved his long sword in the cave, and his attacks were dazzling. The highest performance of the fire blade swordsmanship appeared here. , he seemed to be an artist, splashing paint freely in the cave to draw bright blood flowers.

"You are cunning, but you don't know strength." He murmured to himself.

After the storm recedes.

Lantrisso cut off the head that was no longer human and raised it high. Regardless of his own injuries, he shouted at the onlookers: "I, Lantrisso. Fire Blade, defeated through Maggora With Dar, with his head I declare that I will become the new chief of the Burning Blade clan!"

He glanced at the Burning Blade Orcs and saw that they all lowered their heads, and couldn't help but look satisfied.

He turned his attention to the Warsong orcs, "At the same time, I declare that from now on, we will advance and retreat together with the Warsong clan. The two families will become one, and we will rule Nagrand together! Any orc who opposes me can challenge me. !”

challenge?

Ever since Lantrexo showed his strength, who dares to challenge?

What's more, the Warsong Orcs are still here.

Take advantage of the serious injury challenge, it is not worthy of the honor.

Come again in your heyday, without ability.

Show your dissatisfaction with the war song, it's too late to die.

This is very embarrassing.

Seeing that no one objected, Lantrexo coughed a few times, and then laughed loudly, "I completed the agreement, I fulfilled the promise, blood and thunder... roared."

Before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground, which frightened Daruk greatly.

"Go to the shaman and healer!"