Airplanes! Airplanes!

The Sartyrs have appeared, and since stealth can no longer fool the trolls, there is no need to sacrifice mobility to hide their figures.

With daggers and short swords in hand, the men rushed towards Sakin, apparently trying to quickly settle the battle with their superiority in numbers.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Two sharp arrows suddenly came into the air, directly hitting the two Sartre who rushed to the front, and these two guys were already killed by arrows before they could figure out the situation!

Immediately after, a boomerang also came, instantly harvesting the lives of the three satyrs, and then flew away in the direction from which they came......

The satyrs panicked, and they looked around for a long-range strike, but this action gave Sakin a chance.

"Where are you looking?!"

With a javelin in one hand, Sakin launched an attack on Sartre in front of him.

He was agile and swift, and his javelin was as sharp as a spear in his hand.

With Sakin's non-stop stabbing attacks, the Sartyrs fell one by one, and the Sartre behind actually began to run away when they saw this scene......

Sou! Sou!

The sharp arrow struck again, and Sartre, who turned around and ran in front, fell to the ground, and Sartre, who fled behind, was also tripped directly and fell to pieces.

"Retreat!"

Bazaran also knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly ordered Sartre, who was still alive, to evacuate quickly, but his own retreat had already been cut off!

Varna rushed to Bazaran in an instant, she was used to seeing this kind of creature, and she had hunted these demons when she was part of Woking's Shadowhunter army!

Bazaran sensed that the female troll in front of him was very dangerous, so he wanted to escape by stealth, but he didn't want two totem poles to appear under his feet.

The ground at Sartre's feet began to shake irregularly, making him completely unable to move normally, and he almost fell.

Bazaran forced himself into a stealth state, but he didn't want to be burned by a scorching heat wave in the next second.

It turns out that the totem pole that Varna threw summoned the power of earth and fire in the environment, and cast Earth Binding and Flame to prevent Bazaran from escaping.

"Bastard, how do you know how to target me?!"

The leader of Sartre was unwilling, although he felt that the troll in front of him was dangerous, but he never thought that a troll would be able to completely target his every weakness.

"I've killed a lot of guys like you!"

Before Varna could finish speaking, the boomerang had already arrived, and Bazaran's head flew directly out of his body, black blood gushing out.

Sakin brandished the javelin in his hand and cooperated with the four elite boar-man warriors who rushed over, completely eliminated the remaining satyr, and the cave was finally cleaned up.

"It's still a good weapon!"

Sakin threw away the javelin, which had been disconnected from the middle due to the constant thrusts, and said helplessly.

"Master, are you alright?!"

Calga Thorn arrived with the rest of the boarmen's guards, nervously asking if Sakin was injured, but it seemed that he was worried.

"These Sartyrs have very low combat effectiveness, they should be marginal characters of the Sartre group, no wonder they are sent to such a dangerous place, it is simply sent to death!"

Varna glanced at the corpses of Sartre all over the ground, and said disapprovingly, the number of Sartre under her command is quite a lot, and she can naturally distinguish the strength of the other party.

"It seems that these Warlocks of the Fireblade Clan are not as powerful as they imagined, otherwise they wouldn't just summon such a guy, right?"

The strength of the demons that a warlock can summon is directly equal to the power of a warlock, so it seems that Sakin's analysis is valid.

"Oops! Forget about Nirul Fireblade! ”

Varna suddenly screamed, they were so focused on clearing the cavern of the enemies that they had forgotten to capture a chief of the Fireblade Clan!

"Take him back to the Great Chief!"

Sakin and Varna returned with the boar people to the place where Nirul Fireblade had been imprisoned, and brought the current chief of the Fireblade clan out of the Flame Rift.

Half an hour later, in the Great Chief's chamber.

"Sakin, you always surprise me!"

Sal didn't expect that Sakin just went out to prepare, and actually solved the threat of the Fireblade Clan, and he was unscathed.

Although the cavemen still live in the Flame Rift, the results of the discussions with the Lava Rushers have been enough to stabilize the Flame Rift for a while.

"Before you were promoted to centurion, I was worried that your merits were not too obvious, and some people would disagree, but now after the incident in the Flame Rift, I believe no one will question it anymore."

The Great Chief looked at Sakin with great satisfaction, and for a moment he even wondered how good it would be if the orphans of the Frostspear Clan could grow as quickly as Sakin!

"Here you go, this is the military merit certificate I just prepared, you can take it and get the corresponding tribal badge!"

Sal personally handed Sakin a small parchment scroll, which he had written for him with his own hand, and it was a great honor to be able to get the military certificate written by the Great Chief himself!

"Go! What to do with this guy, we have to discuss. ”

Lexa said to Sagin, winking at him, who immediately understood what the Beastmaster meant, and left the hall with Varna.

"Nirul, what is your purpose in pretending to be the chief of the Fireblade Clan?"

The Great Chief looked at Nirul Fireblade, who was tied to the ground, and asked bluntly.

Nirul Fireblade looked at Sal in surprise, he didn't expect the big chief in front of him to know that he was the chief of the fake Fireblade Clan, a secret that few people knew.

"The Fireblade Clan used to be an orc clan with great achievements, almost all of the clansmen were killed in battle, and only one person survived, and that was the last Sword Saint, Samuro!"

It turns out that Thrall knows everything about the situation of the Fireblade Clan, and the reason why he has never revealed the true face of Nirul Fireblade is just to avoid startling the snake.

"As the last Juggernaut to bear the banner of the Blade of Fire, Samuro embarked on a warrior's pilgrimage to avenge and redeem his clan."

Sal remembered his old friend, but he hadn't seen him in a long time!

"Although there is still a long way to go, he has vowed to restore the clan to its former glory, but you are touching the darkness of the Fireblade Clan!"

The Great Chief was furious, he didn't want this well-known clan to be ruined by such a guy.

"Lexa, what do you think should be done with him?"

Thrall was angry, but the honor and disgrace of an entire clan was at stake, and he had to seek the advice of the other leaders present.

"I respect your decision, Great Chief! I'm sure you won't disgrace the Fireblade Clan. ”

The Beastmaster replied in the affirmative to the High Chieftain, and he would have his support no matter what Thrall decided.