"You three have accomplished the impossible! It really makes me, a ranger who has lived for nearly five hundred years, feel incredible."

After the battle, Halduron Brightwing took his prisoners and quickly arrived at the post-war assembly point. From the excited-looking little dwarf Kelsey who couldn't control his mouth, he heard what had just happened.

matter.

At the first moment when he met Black, Marris and Shaw, this elf ranger who always had a calm face couldn't help but praise:

"After this battle, the legend of the three warriors will be spread throughout the human kingdom, and your story will even be praised as an epic poem by my people.

It’s amazing!”

"Captain Mingyi, without the arrow you shot at the last moment, our assassination would not have gone so smoothly."

Nathanos Maris, who was lying on the stretcher with a pale face, said something sincerely to his captain. Halduron turned his head, looked at him, and said with satisfaction:

"To be honest, Nathanos, when Ms. Sylvanas insisted on bringing you into the Farstrider Legion despite the opposition of many people, none of us expected what happened today.

But it turns out that Ms. Sylvanas has excellent vision, and I, too, am one of those ignorant people.

I want to apologize to you.

My companion, my comrade-in-arms.

Your trip today has proven that you are absolutely qualified to become one of us. No, you can’t say that. The entire Far Traveler Legion will be honored by your righteous deed tonight."

"I'm just happy."

Nathanos turned his head with difficulty, glanced at his two comrades, and said softly:

"I did not disappoint my mentor, nor did I disgrace her."

When the poor man shot the sharp arrow at the end to buy Black time for the assassination, he was hit by the blood demon's death coil, and a full third of his life force was drained.

He is a human being.

He does not have as strong vitality as the elves.

He was lucky to survive, but based on his injuries, even if he was treated by the best doctors and priests in the alliance, Maris would probably not be able to fight again for at least half a year.

His loyal hound, Bare, was lying firmly beside his master, sticking out his tongue and licking Maris's fingers.

This loyal dog was also seriously injured this time. Fortunately, the orc swordmaster's kick did not hit the spine, and the royal hound's recovery ability is very strong.

Half a year later, it was still able to resume its hunting career with its owner.

"Get some rest, Maris."

Xiao walked forward with his arm hanging. He knelt half in front of his comrade and reached out to help the ranger wipe the sweat from the pain on his face.

He said:

"Tomorrow, a big shot is going to see us, and then you will be sent back to Quel'Thalas, where you can have a good rest."

"No, my suggestion is that it is better to send him back to his hometown."

Blake also stepped forward and seriously suggested to Maris:

"I got some bad news from Ms. Pasonia. The high elves may be in trouble recently. With your current situation, it's better not to delay your mentor's upcoming battle.

Just over there in Darrow County, have a good rest on your farm. If there is a chance, Xiaoer and I will visit you, and this is your trophy."

He took out a pair of black gloves that looked like they were made of wolf skin and put them in Nathanos's bag, which he had gotten when he was hunting the Juggernaut in the explosion zone.

Sword Dancer's Gauntlets

Excellent quality

Strengthen toughness. Strengthen wrist strength.

The attribute entries for this thing are good, but unfortunately Black has the Mason Brotherhood Armor, and without the gloves, it will lack the great entries brought by the suit.

So he treated it as a trophy and gave it to his friends.

He said:

"I tried it. After tightening this black gauntlet, it does not affect the movement at all, and there is still a weak magic power seeping into the wrist. It should have some kind of magic effect.

Perhaps it was a good thing brought by a sword master from his hometown and blessed by the shamans.

If you want to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, you need it to protect your fingers more than I do.

Don't refuse.

I know you can get better things from the elves, but this is what I want, and I don’t have anything good to give you as a gift.”

He patted Maris on the shoulder, causing the latter's face to twitch.

"Thanks."

The ranger whispered something, then raised his hand and pointed at the sword that belonged to the half-orc swordmaster lying beside him, and said to Black:

"I won't be able to go to the battlefield for a long time. It's useless to leave this good weapon to me. You can take it with you."

"What do I want it for?"

The pirate looked contemptuous, but also a little proud, patted his luggage, winked and said:

"I have something better."

"I know, Ms. Pasonia told us about the legendary blade."

Maris's expression became serious.

He looked around, lowered his voice and said to Blake:

"But we also know that you are not strong enough to wield the sword, so how can you fight with it? Farstrider's blade dance skills are also suitable for two-handed sword fighting.

Before you grow up to wield that legendary blade, this master blade can at least help you become familiar with the skills of the sword.

Take it, Blake.

Just like you said to me, you need it more than me, and Shaw will continue to learn the art of assassin from his grandmother. I want to return to my hometown to recuperate.

Although our acquaintance was short-lived, we are already friends.

We have fought our lives together and done great things together. When we are not with you, this knife can at least protect you on our behalf."

Shore, who was beside him, also stretched out his hand, picked up the Master Blade and put it into Black's hand. The young and somewhat arrogant assassin patted Black on the shoulder.

explain:

"Take it, he's right."

"Okay."

The pirate really couldn't refuse his friend's kindness, so he also held the weapon of the Orc Sword Master in his hand. Although this weapon was somewhat similar in style to the Flame Blade Sankesu.

But the quality is indeed much worse:

Lantrexor's Warglaive

Excellent quality

Strengthen armor breaking. Strengthen sharpness. Strengthen bleeding.

There are three attribute entries, one more than ordinary high-quality weapons, which proves that it is also a masterpiece. Before Blake can pick up Sankesu, it is indeed good to use it to familiarize himself with the skills of the sword.

"The carriage is coming."

Not far away, a red-haired dwarf riding on a buzzing mechanical bird and wearing high-tech engineering goggles screamed, and Blake followed Kelsey Steelspark's voice.

In this silent night, several carriages were driving from the direction of the small town of Stannblad. They were vehicles sent by the Alliance military to pick up these heroes.

But the battle is actually not over yet.

In the valley of darkness behind Black, there are assassins from Ravenholdt and MI7, led by two master assassins, Farad and Verless Shadow, who continue to hunt down the remaining Burning Blade Masters.

.

They are putting the final touches to the battle.

After tonight, the Burning Blade Clan may not be on the verge of collapse immediately.

But without Lao Dahl, without the Flame Blade Sankesu, its decline, and the decline of the sword master clan that created countless legends, are already unstoppable.

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The carriage was driving on the mountain road, which was a bit bumpy.

Beside Black, the injured Nathanos Maris had been given medicine by the doctor and fell asleep. Shore was on his grandmother's carriage.

Blake was the only one left in this bumpy carriage.

He leaned against the car wall, looked around, then reached into his bag and took out the legendary sword that had lost all elemental flames and returned to its black and simple essence.

This action alarmed the good dog Huang Wu who was lying on the side.

But the hound just glanced at Blake and continued to lay down his head, taking a nap while protecting his injured and sleeping master. Apparently, he now considered Blake a harmless and friendly friend.

"What a good dog."

Blake applauded and reached out to touch the barren head without recklessness.

Nathanos told him that royal hounds will only have one master in their lives. They have proud self-esteem and in most cases will not allow anyone other than the owner to touch them.
To be continued...