What the steel sickle said was also Fingleton's concern.

There are now more than a dozen Saint-rank powerhouses in the Beamon Empire, but none of them are from the Wolf Wolf Clan. The wolf clan is also the only race among the five major clans of the empire that does not have a saint-rank powerhouse, and this situation has lasted for nearly sixty years. There is no Saint-level powerhouse, but it is one of the five major clans, which is simply unimaginable in the eyes of orcs who advocate force. Fortunately, although the wolf clan lacks high-end combat power, the mid-to-low-end combat power is still good. The population of the wolf clan is not only the largest among the five major clans, but also in the number of grassroots officers who are the cornerstone of the orc army, the werewolf officers occupy almost half of the country, so the wolf clan is barely deprived of the status of the five major clans.

But no one knows how long this will last. There are not a few orc races that are dissatisfied with the status of the five major races of the wolf clan. Even several vassal races under the command of the wolf clan gradually developed a heart of resistance. Especially one of the vassal races of the wolf clan, the mastiff of the Bit Clan, since he played a paladin, the Mastiff Clan often regarded the recruitment order of the Wolf Clan as nothing, making the Wolf Clan very disgraced.

Among the five major orc clans, the lion clan is the royal family today, in addition to the God of War Legion, which has the first of the four elite legions in the empire, together with the Lionheart Emperor, the lion clan has a total of four saint-level powerhouses in the empire and a Beamon giant beast that signed a soul contract with the Lionheart Emperor, and no one can shake the strength of the status. Although the Tiger Clan only has three Saint-rank powerhouses, among them is Zulian, who is known as the strongest orc, and the Temple Guard Legion, one of the four elite legions of the empire, belongs to the Tiger Clan, so the strength of the Tiger Clan is second only to the Lion Clan in the empire. In addition, Zulian has been attacking the God-level realm for many years, and if he breaks through the God-level barrier, the status of the Tiger Clan will definitely reach a higher level, and he will be able to keep pace with the Lion Clan at the worst. Although the Bear Clan and the Leopard Clan both have two Saint-rank powerhouses, because the population of the Bear Clan is much larger than that of the Leopard Clan, and the Bear Clan has the Berserk Legion, one of the four elite legions of the Empire, the overall strength surpasses that of the Leopard Clan. Among the five major clans, although there are two saint-level powerhouses, one is suffering from the lack of prosperity in the clan and cannot provide more help; although there are many people, it is the cornerstone of the emperor's ** team, and it also has one of the four elite legions of the empire, but it is trapped by the lack of high-end combat power, resulting in the status of the big clan being in jeopardy. Therefore, the two leopard and wolf clans learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and form an alliance with each other to counter the influence of the other three clans.

Quentin is the most promising person of the wolf clan to attack the Holy Rank realm in the past few decades, and the whole wolf clan has high hopes for him, which is why Fingleton is worried about Quentin's injury. And the steel sickle cared about Quentin's injury for the same reason, after all, it was also beneficial for the Leopard Clan to have a Saint-rank powerhouse among the allies.

After asking about Quentin's injuries, Steel Scythe suddenly changed the subject, stared at Fingleton, and asked with a blazing gaze, "This time I witnessed the battle between the soldiers of your cavalry regiment and that ninth-level peak giant in the Redstone Mountains. Among them was a werewolf boy who was already a high-level warrior at a young age, and his combat performance was very crazy. I asked him about his name afterwards, and he was said to be Shatterclaw, Ironmane, but I guess he should be called Blade, Ironmane, right?"

The wolf-headed overseer's expedition to the northern grasslands has attracted a lot of attention in the empire. The son of the wolf-led overseer went to the northern grasslands to join the army, which may be able to hide from others, but it definitely can't escape the eyes of high-ranking and powerful people in the empire like Steel Scythe. Therefore, after seeing the appearance of the blade in the Battle of the Redstone Mountains and hearing the name he used in the army, he immediately guessed his true identity.

"Yes, Lord Scythe, that young Wolf is none other than the Fury Overseer

Son Blade Ironmane. Seeing that the steel sickle asked about this, Fingleton had nothing to hide, and said truthfully.

The steel sickle confirmed the conjecture in his heart, and immediately sighed: "It is said that 'the son of a daughter can't sit down'." But you, the sons of the Wolfe, even the sons of the noble Overseers, have no regard for their own lives once they join the battle. You Wolf clan warriors are really crazy, no wonder you haven't even had a saint-rank powerhouse in the past few decades, but you can still occupy the position of one of the five great clans of the empire!"

Fingalton smiled faintly, and said with a reasonable expression: "My wolf clan warriors all regard battle as their life, and death as glory! Although Fingleton's words were high-sounding, his heart was afraid. After all, the Overseer placed his only son in his legion, and that was a trust in himself. If the Overseer's only son dies in battle, I'm afraid I won't have the face to go to see the Overseer.

A day earlier, when the blood-fanged wolf cavalry who had entered the Redstone Mountains to pursue the mercenaries had retreated to Boulder Fort with heavy losses, Fingleton was shocked and furious, especially after learning that Blade was also seriously wounded, and he was even more anxious when he later confirmed that Blade was not in danger of dying.

"Boy, I hope you won't cause me more trouble in the future!" Fingleton prayed silently in his heart.

......

The Blade woke up on the fourth day after the battle in the Redstone Mountains.

When he opened his eyes in a drowsy state, he found himself lying on a bed, and the figures in the room were shaking, and before he could see the swaying figures, he heard someone in his ear cry in surprise: "The captain is awake!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded, and a group of people gathered around his bed in an instant.

"Captain, you're finally awake!"

"Captain, are you getting better now?"

"Captain, you didn't take our team with you when you entered the Redstone Mountains this time! Although we are not affiliated with the wing here, you are our leader, since you have joined the brother army on a mission, you should bring us with you!"

"That's it, Captain, you can't leave your brothers behind in the next battle!"

......

The babbling sound made the blade's already dazed head more and more dizzy. He was just about to open his mouth to stop the noise of the crowd, but his throat felt a burning thirst, so he subconsciously changed what he wanted to say into: "Water, I want water!"

"Beta Boy, get some water for the captain, get some more!" shouted a gruff voice.

"Nonsense! Broken Claw lost a lot of blood after being wounded, and now it's normal to be thirsty. Just let him drink less water, if he drinks too much water, it will dilute the blood, lose blood function, and it will not be good for the injury!" another voice stopped.

"Ahh

"Okay, Big Brother Bart, I see. A young voice replied.

Soon, a small bowl of water was brought to the lips of the blade. The water entered his throat, which immediately relieved the thirst in the throat of the sharp blade.

After Blade drank the water, the man was much more sober, and he also saw clearly that the people gathered in front of him were the werewolf warriors of his own team and the kobold shaman Matthew of the fourth wing.

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With faces full of concern, Blade finally remembered the battle with the giant that had occurred in the Redstone Mountains. But he only vaguely remembered what happened before he went berserk, and as for what happened after he went berserk, it was very vague. However, looking at the current situation, it is obvious that the werewolf warriors did not fall into the hands of the giant whose strength was as high as the ninth level peak, and he should have been in a coma because of his serious injuries, and he did not wake up until now.

Being able to escape from the hands of a ninth-level pinnacle giant made Blade feel incredible. After sorting out his thoughts, he turned his head to Matthew, who was also involved in the Battle of the Redstone Mountains, and asked, "What was the final result of that battle?"

"Fortunately, although we have suffered heavy casualties, we are not completely wiped out. Lord Scythe made his way through the Redstone Mountains, knocked the giant away, and saved everyone. Matthew said with a sigh of relief.

"Is it the Seven-Star Sword Saint Steel Scythe, Lord Gora Guga?" For this Imperial Sword Saint's name, the sharp blade was naturally like thunder, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Matthew nodded.

"Since it was the Scythe-Smacher who made the move, why did he just knock the giant away? Could it be that the giant still had the ability to escape from the Scythe-Scythe?" Blade suddenly thought of the outcome of the battle in Matthew's mouth, and couldn't help but look puzzled.

Compared with a ninth-level peak powerhouse who was only half a step away from the Holy Rank, there was still a world of difference in strength between a genuine Saint-Rank powerhouse. But the fact that the giant was able to escape was no wonder that it made Blade feel strange.

"That giant has an epic artifact on him, and he escaped with the help of an epic artifact!" Matthew said with a wry smile.

"Epic artifact?" This time the blade was taken aback again. He didn't expect that the Epic Artifact, a treasure that was rarely possessed by ordinary Saint-Rank powerhouses, even the strongest of the Saint-Rank powerhouses, would actually appear on a giant whose strength was only the peak of the ninth level.

Blade was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, and it took a long time to completely digest the news.

"By the way, how many days have I been in a coma?" asked as Blade's agitated mood calmed down.

"Four days and three nights! After you were wounded, even the Legion Commander came to visit you!" Matthew said: "In addition, Lord Doto is also very concerned about your injury, and comes to see if you are awake every day, but Lord Doto is busy with official business, and he doesn't stay for a long time every time, and he just left today." Before you left, Lord Doto told me to let him know as soon as you woke up!"

"Legion Elder is here too?" Blade's face became a little unnatural when he heard this. Of course, he knew why the Legion Commander was here, but he didn't want his true identity to be exposed to the Legion too soon and receive special treatment. But now the dignified army commander has personally come to visit one of his squad leaders, which is too eye-catching and easy to cause speculation from others.

However, Matthew's next sentence dispelled his concerns: "The Legion Commander heard that you were very brave in the battle of the Red Rock Mountains, so he specially came to visit you and introduced you as a model in the army!

"Yes, Captain, you have performed well in this battle, you have entered the eyes of the Legion Commander, and you will be promoted to a knighthood in the future, just around the corner, but don't forget to bring your brothers!" the soldiers under Blade also cheered excitedly.

"Yes, I hope so!" Seeing that everyone else was thinking the same thing, Blade smiled and didn't think much about it.