On the continent of Yamka, the rich plains of Mobikos are home to hundreds of orc clans, as well as some alien tribes that are attached to orc clans.

To the southwest of Mobikos is a vast grassland, a fertile grassland known as the Remarkable Plain by the people of the continent.

Because in this grassland, the most powerful force is an orc tribe, the Excellence Tribe.

The Superior Tribe is a large tribe that can rank in the top ten among the Orcs on the Continent.

After several battles, it has now controlled most of the territory of the Remarkable Plains, with a population of more than 300,000.

At the heart of the Superior Tribe is the Fireblade Clan.

An orc warrior with the bloodline of the Fireblade clan has a chance to open the fireblade bloodline in his body and become a powerful fireblade warrior.

The Fire Blade Warrior can transmit the fire energy in his blood into various metals to smelt his own exclusive fire blade, which has powerful attack power.

It was precisely with the strength of the Fireblade warriors that the Fireblade Clan was able to continuously destroy more than a dozen orc clans on the grassland and establish a powerful and outstanding tribe.

However, there are still a few sporadic orc clans in the Excellence Grassland that have not succumbed to the obscenity of the Excellence Tribe.

For example, the Sword Blade Clan, whose territory is located at the innermost edge of the Remarkable Grassland and the southern desert.

The population of the Sword Blade Clan is only in the early tens of thousands, but being able to maintain independence under the power of the Superior Tribe is enough to show how extraordinary this clan is.

The Sword Blade Clan is one of the eighteen orc clans of antiquity, and in ancient times, the Sword Blade Clan was once known as the first strong clan.

Because this is a clan that can give birth to multiple orc sword masters.

Juggernaut, this is the honorific title of the orcs for such a strong man.

They have mastered incredible swordsmanship, trained the ultimate physical strength, and the sword blade clan has passed on the exaggerated legend of the ancestor of the clan, the first orc sword master to face off against the demigods.

Today, the only remaining Sword Saint of the Sword Blade Clan is the patriarch Samuro.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Sword Saint Samuro that the Excellence Tribe will cast a rat against the Sword Blade Clan.

The Sword Blade Clan is the thorn in the heart of the Superior Tribe.

As long as the Sword Blade Clan does not back down, the Excellence Tribe will not be considered to unify the entire Excellence Grassland.

On the bright side, the Excellence Tribe did not make a move against the clan whose territory was sandwiched between the desert and the tribe except for a few surrenders.

Secretly, the Superior Tribe sealed off the territory of the Sword Blade Clan, prohibiting the entry and exit of all people, even merchants.

The Blade Clan has been imprisoned by the Superior Tribe.

At this time, in the center of the territory of the Sword Blade Clan, a continuous grassland tent spread out in the camp.

The passages between the tents are orderly, and there are delicate animal oil street lamps hanging on high shelves to illuminate the road.

The entire Sword Blade Clan camp was also lit up by a little fire in the dark night.

In the middle of the camp is a two-story hall made of wood, which is rare in the grassland

In addition to the assembly, it was also the residence of the patriarch of the Sword Clan, the sword saint Musaro.

Mourori's room is on the second floor of the hall.

In the room, the middle-aged Musaro stood alone in front of the window, holding a slender and simple long sword in one hand, and gently wiping the blade with an oilcloth.

Samuro was about two meters tall, and wore a pair of beautiful silk trousers on the bottom and a simple waistcoat on the top.

Most of his bare pectoral muscles, as well as his muscular arms are reddish-brown, Samuro is a rare red-skinned orc.

In front of him, a pair of windows opened silently, and through the window, Muzarro could see the camp glowing in the dark night, and the clan warriors walking around.

Some of them gathered together in twos and threes.

Some are discussing swordsmanship, some are comparing strength, and some are discussing where to capture grassland beasts.

There was also a couple who met under a beast oil street lamp, and then held hands and walked outside the camp.

The warriors of the young Sword Blade Clan are full of energy, and the darkness cannot stop their exuberant energy.

Samoro couldn't help but smile as he looked at the vibrant clan camp in the dark night, but soon the smile faded, and Samoro's brow furrowed.

There are only two paths in front of the Sword Saint Samuro, one is to announce that he will join the Excellence Clan, submit to the Fireblade Clan, and become one of the second-class clansmen below.

Second, that is to lead the clan warriors to break through the blockade of the Superior Tribe and flee beyond the grassland, this choice requires a head-on battle with the powerful Superior Tribe, and Samuro can see how much blood will be stained on this breakthrough road.

The Sword Blade Clan, whose population has only improved after decades of development, cannot withstand such a war.

With a flicker of figure, the Whitefishman drew the Helldancer's scythe strapped to his waist, aiming at the head of the Hydra that had spat out the Spell Heart Fruit in the middle.

"Siss!" Hydra's five snake heads spewed dark green venom in a slightly panicked manner, trying to stop the white fishman from moving forward.

The attack speed of the Hydra is not slow, but the agility of the white fish man under the blessing of the fierce stride is even more terrifying, and he narrowly dodges several venom sprays of the Hydra.

Jumping high, the head in the middle of the hydra was cut off by the white fish man!