"Woo"

The low and strange sound of the horn echoed in the dark night. At the end of the valley, Pasonia Shore, who was playing with a dagger, suddenly stopped moving her fingers.

The silver-haired old lady stood up and glanced into the distance.

She said:

"That's the summoning signal of the Burning Blade Clan. It seems that the little guys did a good job, far exceeding my expectations for them. Young people of the Mingyi family, how are the others doing?"

Granny Xiao's tone showed no respect.

But behind her, Halduron Brightwing, who came from a famous family in Quel'Thalas, did not show any dissatisfaction. The Elf Ranger patted the falcon on his shoulder and said in a gentle tone:

"Master Farad and Deep Shadow have already led their own men to hunt down the scattered Fire Blade Sword Masters, and Ravenholdt's elite troops have come out in the hilly area.

With the help of Stormwind Kingdom's MI7, the battlefield has been divided.

As long as we can capture Lao Dahl's Triple Blood Blade here, tonight's battle will be a glorious victory worthy of being recorded in history."

"us?"

Grandma Xiao tasted the word, she let out a short laugh, shook her head at the war-minded ranger, and said:

"It's not us, it's me.

Young man of the Mingyi family, you are very talented, but right now you are not good enough to join a battle between legends.

Don't show that unwilling expression, I'm just telling the truth, you still lack that bit of true power, and your understanding of your combat skills is still stuck at a bottleneck.

Your arrows can't hit Old Dahl at all. Once engaged, he can chop off your head before you can react.

It's possible that your mentor, General Lilesa, could come over instead, but Lilesa, alas...

She is also old and unwilling to move.

Like me.

Time is not forgiving."

The legendary assassin said the words that time is not forgiving, while she escaped into the shadow at a speed that Bright Wing could not catch. She said in the shadow:

"Go help those three little guys! They have completed their work too perfectly, but the large number of sword masters gathered is not something they can deal with.

The next thing should be done by adults for them.

Be careful when stepping into an explosion zone.

The gadgets created by those neurotic dwarfs are sometimes not very reliable.

Well, Prince Muradin is still as energetic as ever. Sometimes I really wonder, is it blood flowing in the veins of these bronzebeard dwarves?

Or the violent thunder and lightning..."

Before the words dissipated, Pasonia's aura had already left this place and rushed towards the thundering mountain col ahead. Halduron Brightwing grabbed his phoenix battle bow.

This self-proud ranger had an impulse at that moment to go to the legendary battlefield, but soon he suppressed his inner reluctance.

Pasonia is right.

Right now, he doesn't have the ability to intervene in the legendary battle.

But now it is a war, and everyone in it must do their job well in order to make the war win.

"Next time..."

Halduron picked up the magic whistle and blew it. Amidst the weird screams, a white chocobo with a gorgeous saddle appeared next to the ranger.

Mingyi jumped onto the saddle nimbly, pulled up the reins, and took one last look at the mountain col not far away, where a purple magic barrier had risen.

Then he controlled his beloved car and rushed towards the explosion zone.

"Next time, I won't miss it again."

He said this to himself.

It's like a vow to yourself.

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"They came so fast!"

Blake, who was galloping on his horse, looked back. In the dark night behind him, there was only a blur of wind blowing, but the cold sense of danger told him.

There is a group of sword masters chasing behind him.

The war horse under its crotch had begun to pant heavily. It had obviously been running at the fastest speed for too long, but even so, it still could not escape the pursuit of the sword master behind it.

Those orcs hiding in the Wind Steps only rely on their feet to run, and they are no slower than war horses!

Hell, what did these sword masters grow up on?

"Maris!"

The pirate shouted in front of him. A few meters in front of him, Shore was riding another war horse and running wildly, while the ranger Maris was leaning on him, riding on the horse.

His hands were bleeding, but he still held the bow firmly.

The moment Blake shouted, the ranger raised his hands, and the binding arrow that had been placed on the bowstring flew into the sky and whizzed into the ground.

The next moment, the binding effect of the last magic arrow was activated.

In the flash of blue arc light, the effect of the Wind Step of a certain unlucky sword master was broken, and the orc holding the black sword and carrying the burning blade battle flag was restrained in place by the beating arc light.

But in the next moment, the restraint was broken free by the sword master's strength.

He ran forward a few steps and once again entered the concealment of the Wind Step, but a red circle of light had already appeared in Blake's sight as he looked back.

Even in the Wind Step state, the light of the hunter's mark is still beating.

Moreover, at the moment when he turned around, Blake had already quickly sent out a scout, and the information fed back made the pirate frown.

Dashe, Apprentice of the Blade Master of the Burning Blade Clan

Mortal Body. Fire Blade Ritual. Wind Step. Fatal Blow

Level 40 Warrior/Level 3 Sword Master (pseudo)

"What does 'pseudo' mean?"

As the horse galloped, an extremely curious thought popped into Blake's mind:

"These guys are not real sword masters? And the title is also the sword master apprentice, but why do they have a legendary class? There is also the 'Fire Blade Ritual' in the status bar, which sounds like an additional status."

"Whoosh"

The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded behind Blake's head, making the pirate's hair stand on end.

The man rolled outwards and fell from behind the horse. The horse that was carrying him while running had its entire head chopped off in a flash of sword light.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the headless war horse fell forward, which also revealed the surprise sword master. The latter held a sword in one hand, appeared for a moment, and stretched out his left hand without looking back.

He caught the arrow coming from behind and threw it away with his backhand, causing Marius to scream in agony.

The arrow fired by the ranger flew back faster and was inserted into his left leg.

Something's wrong!

This guy is too strong!

The sword master behind him was still nearly thirty meters away from them, and no matter how powerful he drew his sword, it would be impossible to cross the distance of thirty meters at once. The sword master who showed up to attack him must be more powerful than the other pursuers.

He was targeted.

Black rolled around on the ground, and as soon as he stood up, he saw a knife light in front of him. At the moment of life and death, he drew out the Thrash Blade and Blade Fist that he could reach, and held them in front of him in a staggered manner.

"Bang"

The pirate was hit and rolled and flew out.

And like a magic trick, the figure in front of him turned into broken light and disappeared. When he looked up again, the pirate's hands were shaking, and the attacker was still ten meters away from him.

"Shua"

A detective was thrown over, and the news returned made Blake's eyes widen in an instant.

"Hover Olson" Lantriso Fireblade

Mortal body (critical). Illusionist. Fatal blow

Level 60 Warrior/Level 8 Sword Master

"Level 60!"

For a moment, Blake suspected that he was dazzled, but the feedback information was not deceptive. He met a guy who had practiced the way of a warrior to the critical point between the mortal and the extraordinary!

Maybe it's just one step away.

The guy in front of me, who is much taller than other orcs, can step into the realm of legend.

For such a guy to appear on the battlefield between the three of them, this is cheating!

Hello!

Is there any G.M who will take care of this?
To be continued...