The north wind is howling, and although it is the height of summer, the snowy fields of the northernmost Pamirs are still a pair of snow and ice time, where the four seasons are frozen, and the warmest time is only one or two degrees Celsius.

"Drink!ha!hey!" Holding a knife shirtless, sweat rolled down his body, but once the sweat dripped onto his skin, it would turn into ice beads and fall. A young green-skinned orc was working hard, earnestly, and slashing a long knife with a slight arc in the face of this cold wind and snow without any distractions.

"When you draw your sword, you must pay attention to the strength, the angle, the speed! At the same time, you must feel the changes in the wind, the changes in qi, and even your breath, your pulse, and your eyes! Concentrate on it, the way of the sword, there is death and no life!" An old green-skinned orc on the side carried an animal skin water bladder, and after speaking, he took a sip and spewed out a hot breath, which was filled with wine.

The orc boy suddenly closed his eyes, and the knife in his hand cut out a silver light, and the whole wind and snow seemed to slow down the camera, each knife was stabbed as a sword, and each thorn could pierce through the snowflakes!

"Zheng!" The knife was put into the sheath behind his back, and the orc boy lay a round ball like a snow egg in his hand, threw it into the air and ate it into his mouth, chewed it twice, turned into snow water and swallowed it.

"Teacher, when I went to change the wine for you yesterday, I found that the previous tribe had moved away, and I didn't get the wine until I got it in the city, and I heard from other orcs that many of the tribes on our plateau have moved to the Mimatar Empire, why are we still staying here?" said the young orc, grabbing a handful of snow and wiping a handful of sweat on his face.

"Bang!" said the old orc as he struck the young orc on the head with the cane in his hand. I know that you can't help but want to go to the outside world, the reason why orcs maintain their blood and strong physique is because of the cruel environment here in the Pamirs, this is the home where nature helps us orcs grow strong, the weak will be eliminated, only the really strong can survive, now the orcs can't withstand the temptation of the outside world, run to the fertile land of the human empire, if one day they are defeated, they will return to the Pamirs, even if there is no enemy, they will be defeated by this cruel environment, RamadaganYou have to remember that the will of the sword needs to face cruelty and danger all the time in order to exert its most powerful power!"

"Yes, the disciple remembered, but you have said these words many times, and the next sentence must be, don't be tempted by the outside world, give up the belief in the sword intent in your heart... Teacher... What did you just say?" said Ramadagan, rubbing his head as he looked at his teacher, Samuro.

"It's still coming, Ramadagan, if... I can't teach you, remember, when you're capable, you'll have to find an orc named Evelyn!" Samuro said, looking into the distance with his cane.

"I... Frynn?Half-orc?It sounds like a woman's name, hey, Teacher, where are you going?...... this " Ramada looked in amazement as the teacher who walked step by step into the void and walked into the sky! As a teacher who taught him, he had never shown any strength, just like a real green-skinned orc bad old man, but he was full of endless knowledge about the power of the sword, and he didn't expect his teacher to be a strong man! You must know that such a steady void stamping and walking, you can only do it when you reach the level of the Martial Emperor!

In the void, there were thin clouds overhead, and the north wind was as fierce as a knife, but one looked like a bad old man, and the other was a middle-aged green-skinned orc wearing a warrior's leather armor and carrying a slightly curved long knife like the one used by Ramadagan before!

"Samuro, don't be like a turtle with a shrunken head, the grand hegemony of my orc empire is just around the corner, and now that the beast god is employing people, you, as the oldest sword master of the green orcs, are hiding here as a drunkard?" said the middle-aged green-skinned orc with blood-colored lines on his forehead, full of evil spirits.

"Grom, I know you're always going to come and see what you are now, what are those things on you? You've lost your will to be a Juggernaut, you've lost your ambition to dominate your career? The old man Samuro took a sip of wine and shook his head, saying regretfully.

"Zheng!" A blood-colored power appeared on Grom's sword, and he said, "This is the last order, if you don't obey the will of the beast god, it's useless for the empire to keep you!"

"Are you challenging me?" The old Samuro's eyes burst into a shiver, and the originally sloppy old man suddenly appeared with a shocking momentum, but no power was released!

"The position of the first sword master of the green orcs should have been replaced a long time ago!" Grom's whole body exuded blood-colored power, and the whole person instantly turned into a bloody light, appearing in front of Samuro, and the long sword slashed down with a bloody light!

"Ding!" Samuro raised his arm, the cane in his hand held the opponent's blood-colored long sword, and an invisible force blocked the blood-colored power, unable to interfere with Samuro Dao, "The position of the First Sword Saint, you!no!deserve!Fatal blow!" Samuro held the opponent's blood sword, stared at Grom, and shouted word by word!

"Boom!" With an ordinary wooden staff, like a sharp sword, it exerted unimaginable power in Samuro's hands, a sharp and cold sword blade slashed, but no power was visible, this is the terrifying thing about being a sword saint of the green orc clan!

Grom was knocked out by a cane, and a gap was cut in the leather armor on his chest, "Hehe, you old guy is really powerful, but it seems that you have a little less strength." Looking at the wound on his chest, Grom was covered in blood, and once again turned into a ray of blood and rushed over, "Deadly Wind Slash!"

!!The two sides collided again, the blood flew away, and the invisible force blocked the shaman's power, "Boom!" Samuro was blasted out! In terms of strength, he was indeed unable to compete with Grom, who was in the prime of life!

The unforgiving Grom once again turned into a bloody light and slammed down, "Double Wind Slash!"

"Bell!" Samuro swung his cane again to block the opponent's blood sword, and the whole person was blasted into the underground snow, "Samuro! You are old!" A ghost appeared on the blood sword in Grom's hand, directly cutting off the crutch in Samuro's hand!

And the bloody sword lost the resistance of its crutches, and stabbed at Samuro's chest under Grom's blood-colored eyes!