"You should be able to hear what I said. Sorry, I admire your wisdom too, but if you don't die, orcs will not be the master of this world." The fast and clear orc words came from behind Duke, and every word came into Duke's ears, reminding Duke, who was the one who killed him.

"Fire Blade... Clan..." Duke's heart was completely separated by the sharp blade of the sword and sword. He coughed blood and bleeded arrows in the gaps of his teeth full of blood.

"You really know our tribe." He seemed to sigh, but also made up some determination. As soon as the blade turned, a cold light burst out from Duke's chest, splitting Duke in half.

Altlank King Aiden was frightened on the spot.

He may be very strategic and thoughtful, but he has never been a brave and courageous king. This is also disdained by all the kings. Suddenly, he saw the Alliance Star that was about to shake hands with him suddenly being killed. King Aiden collapsed. He was scared to the ground, and tears and snot were swelling out of his body.

The other three kings present were also stunned. Terenas was so scared that his body was stiff, while Gene and Soras drew out their swords like lightning.

"Puchi--" dozens of sounds suddenly sounded, as if they were the same note.

The venue was full of politicians from all countries. Although many generals had already gone down the mountain, politicians never lacked guards. Unfortunately, these sounds were made from the chests or throats of the guards.

More than 10 guards were killed by orcs who suddenly appeared and assassinated on the spot. Among all the guards, only Windsol and Gavinlad launched the [Sacred Protection] to resist this fatal blow.

Even though there were more than a thousand guards and attendants outside the command center, at this moment, in this moment, there were only four kings, Gavindsol, and Gavinlad, in total, six living people.

The kings with their pupils contracted finally saw their enemies. The other parties were tall, ferocious, with protruding fangs. They were carrying a banner full of domineering words on their backs, and holding a three-foot burning blade in their hands.

They were all sword saints of the Fire Blade Clan. They crossed the entire battlefield in ways that outsiders could not imagine, came to the Alliance Command Center where they could overlook the sea, and planned a beheading tactic.

Be careless!

Really careless!

The upcoming victory paralyzes everyone, and the soldiers are impatient to participate in the pursuit and taste the first victory of the Human Alliance against the Orc Tribe.

No one expected that the other party would be so insidious.

This is worse than the last attack by Ryan. If more than half of the kings of the alliance fall here, the country that lost the king will inevitably fall into chaos, and the alliance will inevitably collapse, and even if Lothar achieves another great victory on the front line, it will be useless.

For the tribe, these Fire Blade Clan's sword saints are just a little short of becoming heroes.

It's really a little bit short.

The only thing they didn't expect was that Duke would be resurrected!

The air around him instantly dropped to freezing point, and a tornado-like blizzard also appeared in the blink of an eye. The sword saints had already discovered that something was wrong, but the snowflakes in front of them were so big that they could not see their fingers.

I have to say that the leading swordsman is definitely a top-notch master.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment and pulled out [Blade Storm] directly.

The Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan will definitely know how to deal with this move, but humans are another matter. In such a narrow space, there is no room for refuge, and it is not a sword blade storm, but more than a dozen. All the Sword Saints use their ultimate moves at the same time as if they were in a spirit of mind.

Even if the sword saint who was not the leader was so powerful, the sword blade storm that was blasted should not be underestimated. Looking at the sword light full of vision, even though we knew that there was a mage protecting them, every king was frightened.

"Get out!" A loud shout, like thunder from the sky, buzzing everyone's ear drums.

The next moment, dozens of huge ice prisms burst out from the ground of the entire command post. The kings felt that they were in a snowy forest.

They immediately came to their senses and had a question in their hearts: Where are the damn orc sword saints?

The stone ceiling was penetrated by a large pile of icicles.

The sword saints... were also pushed away.

"Turn it! Aren't you very good at turning?? I'll let you turn enough!" On the ground, Duke appeared in the dissipated frozen white mist, pointing to the sky and cursing.

Yes, it is indeed awesome to create countless sword energy that is as sharp as a blade at the high speed of his body, which is indeed awesome. Don’t forget that the sword saint’s sword blade storm comes from rotation, and rotation requires a foothold. What Duke did was to knock all these fulcrums into the air.

The sword saints were so depressed that they vomited blood.

What about the promise to have dinner with the king's head tonight?

What about the promised ultimate moves together?

According to legend, once a great move that will surely be bloody, it will all become a fool-like one-man show.

It’s not that they don’t want to stop, but this kind of terrifying move that burst out with all their energy in an instant was not that they could stop. They also wanted to move them to let the icicles beneath their feet fall off, and then cut Duke’s. But the icicles beneath their feet kept thickening and extending, and they didn’t let them fall off.

As a result, in the attention of thousands of Alliance soldiers, the roof of the Alliance Command was lifted off, and then more than a dozen small sword blade tornados were spinning around altitude of more than ten meters.

I don't know if this scene is terrible or ridiculous.

This situation directly alarmed many soldiers chasing on the front line.

"Not good!!" Every general's face was bloodless.

"Stop! The whole army returns!" Tulayang shouted nervously.

"Wait!" Lothar stopped Turayan's rashness: "What can we do when we go back now? Duke should be fine! If he is here... if he is here..."

Almost at the same time, every magician responsible for the messaging around the general received a notice from Duke.

"All the important members are fine! The command was attacked! Crassus! Kel Thujad is back!"

Duke was very calm and sober. He asked the cavalry team to come back at this time, so he would definitely not be able to catch up. But the two magicians would just forget about it.

A series of [Flash] lights lit up from the hills on both sides. Without time to lock the coordinates of space transmission, the two famous magicians in later generations adopted the fastest and most violent method, using continuous [Flash] to rush on their way.

Middle and low-level mages use [Flash], and they must rest and adjust their magic circuits after each time, but there are no such restrictions on Master Huiyue.

They were simply anxious.
Chapter completed!