The half-blood swordsman said something contemptuously.

But he still hesitated for a few seconds and chased in the direction of the group of sword masters. When he left, he emphasized his tone and said as if saying goodbye:

"Just like me, there is no honor left. We lost all honor when the Fire Blade's sword struck the first human woman who was not a warrior.

This new world is great, but it's a pity that we, the honorless butchers, have tarnished it.

We don't deserve it!

I will respond to your request, but not for the honor of the Fire Blade, just because when you first picked me up, you didn't cut me with a knife and taught me to hold the sword.

That’s all.”

Watching the half-orc sword master disappear into the wind step, the old sword master Jubel clenched his fists.

It was difficult for him to persuade his disciples to stay. In fact, when another genius swordmaster Samuro left them, the old swordmaster had already guessed Lantriso's farewell.

Perhaps the departure of these two geniuses who were supposed to support the future of the Burning Blade Clan indicates that tonight is ominous, just like Lantrexo's "parting words".

After tonight, the existence of the Burning Blade Clan is still a question.

but...

"bass"

The Master Blade was unsheathed, and Jubeir held it tightly as he had done countless times in the past. The weapon that had accompanied him in battles throughout his life seemed particularly heavy tonight.

He had already heard the loud noise as the storm of blades rolled up.

That's in the other direction.

That was the sound of the chief fighting a powerful enemy.

Just like the war drums at the beginning of the war, calling him to join the battlefield, he also wanted to compete with his companions in combat skills on the endless Nagrand grassland as he did when he was young.

Instead of entering another world as an invader after death in your own world, fighting for new land.

He also wants to stay in his hometown in his memory forever.

Even if he died in battle, he still wanted to return his soul to Havalor, the hometown of the Fire Blade, which was almost destroyed.

Unfortunately, he may never have this opportunity again.

"Shua"

After the old sword master took three steps, he turned around and struck out with his sword. The lightning-like sword light easily chopped up a strange thing that appeared behind him.

That thing should be a succubus.

With a charming face, devil's horns, sheep-like recurved hooves and two wings, it is a rather cunning type of devil, with barely any fighting power.

But when the old sword master drew his sword and chopped it down, it didn't even have a chance to speak, and was sent back into the twisted void with a single blow.

"Come out! Stinky dog!"

Jubel scolded:

"Didn't your master Gul'dan warn you? Don't get close to the warriors of the Burning Blade clan!"

"Master, calm down."

A strange eyeball shook, emerging from the evil stream of the warlock's magic. It approached the old orc, and a cunning voice came from it.

explain:

"I'm not here to provoke, Master Jubel. You must have discovered that the cunning humans have laid a trap for Chief Dar ahead.

There are several legends participating in the battle there.

I know you are very powerful, but in the past you were just willing to die. Once Chief Dar dies, the split of the Burning Blade Clan will be close at hand due to his two unfulfilled sons.

So, I just have one question.

Are you willing to see the decline of the Burning Blade Clan?

Do you want to save your chief?"

The war blade in the old sword master's hand was already buzzing, and he could easily smash the demon summoned by the warlock's magic at any time, but he did not do that after all.

After a few seconds, he said:

"Say it."

"Hahaha, very good, we like a wise and powerful warrior like you."

That voice had a cunning tone and said artificially:
Chapter completed!