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Lanteriso's eyes narrowed slightly, "Swift Pace?"

he cautiously looked around at the places where Dar might suddenly appear and attack.

Although he had been expelled from the clan, he had not forgotten the Sword Saint's attack method.

It takes less than a breath.

Dahl's figure quickly flashed to Lanteriso's side, in his blind spot, the figure instantly appeared, the long sword in his hand ignited with fire, with all his strength, swung down, and slashed diagonally towards Lanteriso's head.

"Burning Blade.

He didn't say it, but some Sword Saint apprentices recognized this move, and like Swift Wind Step, the Burning Blade was also a good trick of the Sword Saint, and even the name of their clan benefited from it.

Although all the clansmen who became Sword Saints were eligible to learn this move, how could those ordinary people compare with the Dar Triple Blood Blade

, not to mention that this was an attack from three directions, yes, like his body, those mirror blades were the same, they were distributed in different directions, encircling Lantreso from three sides, trying to make it overwhelmed.

With a gust of hot wind coming from the blade, the battle flag behind Lanteriso was blowing, and the scorching air made him feel Dahl's attack, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his slightly squinted eyes stared at the blade that was getting closer and closer.

When these three attacks were about to hit him, Lantreso moved without hurry, and as a sword saint, he naturally reacted extremely quickly, causing this dangerous scene to be so natural to him.

Like Dahl, Lantreso also used the Swift Step.

An instantaneous figure, no more, no less, just dodged Dahl's attack and allowed himself to appear outside this encirclement.

"You say I don't deserve to understand the subtleties of the Fire Blade Sword Art?" the smile on Lanteriso's face grew stronger.

As soon as the sword went down, one of the dars was scattered by the attack without saying a word.

Dahl was too old until the mirror image died, and he made a move, slashing at Lantreso with a backhand.

On the slight side of his body, Lanteriso's strong body was like a flexible viper, dodging Dahl's slash and casually slashing at his neck with his own blade.

Fortunately, Dahl reacted quickly and transposed his body and mirror, resulting in what should have been a fatal blow that only killed one of his fake bodies.

In just a few breaths, the original three mirror images are now not left.

There was some irritation in Dahl's eyes, but it quickly disappeared again.

He evoked the power in his heart, and another mirror image was born, and this time it was much more than the last time.

How terrifying was the scene of dozens of sword saints standing together

, even knowing that he was a mirror image shocked others, and looking at these dars, onlookers were surprised.

The Fire Blade Orcs hadn't seen their chief strike for a long time, and this kind of big scene where dozens of mirror images appeared together was even more unique.

"There are many people?" Lanteriso's words did not contain any sarcasm, "Then let's see if it's quality or quantity!"

He spat out a word, and several more mirror images instantly appeared on the field, and a full three lantresols stood back to back, smiling toothyly.

Dahl said fiercely: "Miscellaneous, you will never feel the true power in our bloodline, you this... Half-orcs.

Then a series of roars were issued, and these mirror images, with red eyes, roared as if they had been unleashed by a shaman's bloodthirsty spell, and rushed towards Lanteriso one after another.

Bloody rage, this is the deepest power hidden in the hearts of orcs, he makes orcs fierce and brutal, and also makes them fearless of death.

Generally speaking, the Sword Saints will not stimulate this power, which will make them irrational.

In the eyes of others, this is a move that Dahl did not care so much about, in order to defeat Lantreso with absolute strength, ensure his absolute strength as a chief, and his unshakable position.

But Lantreso always felt that something was wrong, and this emotion reached its peak after he killed several mirrors in a row.

Suddenly, a breeze brushed the ends of his hair, a knife light flashed, and he understood that this was the real Dahl, and the previous mad demon-like performance was just to paralyze him, and the real Dahl had long been hidden in the shadows, ready for the fatal blow at any time.

Fortunately, Lanteriso's vigilance saved his life, sonorous, two swords struck, and after the blockade was successful, Lanteriso stabbed him in the abdomen fiercely.

Crimson blood slowly flowed out of it, which also allowed Lanteriso to confirm that he was indeed the real person.

Just wanted to chase him with victory, but there was a mirror image to interfere, helpless, so he had to watch Dahl use the swift wind to open the distance.

When the audience saw the change of the plot before and after like a drama, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, and they couldn't wait to stick their eyes to the two of them, for fear of missing a moment.

"It's over. Lantreso killed all the mirrors, and he walked slowly towards the clearing where Dahl was lying.

To onlookers, that sound of footsteps is like the death knell of death, slowly ringing with the passage of time.

His descendants roared to step forward to rescue Dar, but were stopped by other orcs.

Daruk's brows furrowed, his face was gloomy, and he looked unhappy, "How can the holy Makgora allow others to interfere!

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

!" "Whoever he is!" Daruk didn't bother to argue with these brats, waved his hand, and ordered a few soldiers to step forward and control him, but he still had to pay attention to Makgora's next development.

"Have you seen my swordsmanship now?" laughed Rantrizo triumphantly, a joy of shame, a joy of victory in battle, a hatred of his exile.

In the end, all emotions turned into a sword, and Lantreso raised his blade, ready to give him a pain.

Unexpectedly, this time Dahl also smiled, "You have no courage."

"But I don't know how to strategize." After

this voice came from itself, a sword blade quickly pierced his body, and if he hadn't reacted fast enough, this sword would have pierced his heart.

"You're just a mongrel after all, not a true Sword Saint. Dahl's face was full of pride, seeing Lantreso successfully attacked by himself, it was finally not in vain for his painstaking efforts.

That's right, in fact, as early as when he summoned the mirror image just now, he had a calculation in his heart, pretending that the sneak attack on Lantriso failed and was deliberately stabbed, and then used the mirror image to temporarily divert his gaze, and he used the mirror image to hide on the side pretending to be unable to fight.

The actual real body has long been hidden in the shadows by using the rapid wind.

If there is a slight mistake in this, he will die without a place to die.

Luckily, he made the right bet and everything went as he wanted.

Lantreso did not find that the injured Sword Saint had been replaced by a mirror image, and Lantrizo failed to kill him with one fatal blow, giving him a chance to take risks.

"It's really... Insidious enough.

At this moment, even the most loyal Fire Blade Orcs could not help but raise this idea in their minds, and they agreed with it more and more.

You know, they are orcs, advocating glorious battles, and this sacred duel like Makogola is even more so.

But their chief actually used such a despicable way as a sneak attack.

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

Diplomatic prestige-1.

At this moment, the power of flames condensed on the blade together, and it was expected that Lanteriso would be unable to escape death even if he had great ability.

"You're really still a scumbag. Lantreso gritted his teeth, he was the hell on this old fellow's way.

At this time, Dahl also knew that he could not open champagne in the middle of the field, and he must fight quickly, so as not to have a comedy such as long dreams at night and villains dying of too many words.

"This is the way of survival of the Sword Saint, and this is my glory. As

he said this, Dahl's hand did not stop, urging the flames, and the violent energy burned Lantreso's flesh and blood, and even a smell of paste came out of his body.

"The dead do not deserve glory, living is everything. Dahl scoffed as he looked at Lanteriso, who could almost be considered incapacitated.

He quickly drew his blade and prepared to decapitate it.

"But I carry out the glory of the Fire Blade Clan, the glory of the orcs. Lantreso roared, "Lok-tar!" He

took advantage of the fact that the blade had just left his body, and with all his strength, he swung a whirlwind of steel.

This surprised Dahl, "How is it possible? Why are you not dead?" In

an instant, the wind in the cave was fierce, and the originally gentle breeze turned into a sharp blade, and Lantreso was rapidly wielding his long sword in it, one attack after another was dazzling, and the highest expression of the fire blade sword art appeared here, he seemed to be an artist, wantonly splashing painting paint in the cave to paint bright blood flowers.

"You are cunning, but you do not understand power. He muttered.

After the storm receded.

Lantreso cut off the long immortal head, raised it high, and shouted at the onlookers, regardless of his injuries: "I, Lantriso Fireblade, defeated Dahl through Makgora, and with his head I declare that I will be the new chief of the Fireblade Clan!"

He shifted his gaze to the Warsong Orc, "At the same time, I announce that from now on, we will advance and retreat with the Warsong Clan, and the two will rule Nagran together!

Take advantage of the serious injury challenge, not worthy of glory.

Come again in its heyday, incapable.

Show that you don't obey the war song, it's too late to die.

This is very embarrassing.

Seeing that no one objected, Lanteriso coughed a few times, and then laughed, "I fulfilled the agreement, I fulfilled my promise, blood and thunder... Toll. Before

he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground, which frightened Daruk a lot.

"Go to the shaman and the doctor!"