Seeing Soros leave, Yun Xiaoyu turned around and walked towards this Rhea City. The speed of the seventh-order knight was really extraordinary, and in just one pillar of incense, Soros took Yun Xiaoyu out of the Cecilia Mountains.

Ciudad Rhea, a small remote city on the edge of the Cecilian Mountains. However, due to its proximity to the border, it has become a strategic location, and the five major temples of the Dragon Temple have branches here.

As soon as he entered the gate of Rhea, a murderous aura came to his face. There were few pedestrians on the streets, replaced by groups of heavily armed soldiers. Leather boots stepped on the bluestone pavement, making a neat "owl" sound.

Yun Xiaoyu was a little puzzled, even if this was the border, there was no reason to do this. After all, there had not been a large-scale war in the Saint Emperor Continent for nearly a thousand years. Of course, at this time, Yun Xiaoyu didn't know about the attack that happened half a year ago. Since that attack, the orcs have been sent to attack the beacons of the Holy Dragon Empire's borders. In the past six months, more than 20 beacon towers have fallen. The Imperial Center and the Dragon Temple have jointly issued a Level 1 War Readiness Order.

Yun Xiaoyu casually found a decent hotel and asked for a clean room.

Sitting on the bed, Yun Xiaoyu took off the space storage magic guide on his wrist, and there was a sadness in his heart: "Don't worry, Teacher Yu Wuqing, I will definitely avenge you!" He slowly injected his spiritual power into the magic guide and began to count the items inside. There aren't many relics of Rain and Sunny Weather, mainly some books, gold coins, healing potions, and a small number of magic scrolls. Yun Xiaoyu took out the magic scroll and found that most of them were defensive low-level or mid-level magic.

In addition, it's the sword and skill that Yu Wuqing said. Yun Xiaoyu picked up his weapon first, and his steel twin swords were cut off by the two black-robed men in the Cecilia Mountain Range. Injected with spiritual power, Yun Xiaoyu began to understand this pair of twin swords.

"Good sword!" Yun Xiaoyu blurted out. The body of these two swords is made of Shen Silver, which is already of excellent quality, and it also has two amplification magics of armor piercing and demon breaking. It's only the lowest level of enchantment, but it's an enchanted weapon. The price of this weapon on the market can go up to thousands of gold coins! If it weren't for the lower level of additional magic, it would definitely be able to upgrade to a gold-level weapon. This pair of twin swords is definitely the pinnacle of the silver level. The Güran Twin Swords, this is the name of this pair of silver-tier twin swords.

And the skill is created by Yu Wuqing, called the Infinity Blade. That's right, it's the group killing skill that Yu Wuqing uses when dealing with orcs. The principle of the Infinity Blade is actually very simple, just to increase the number of Demon Slash Swords through a special method of compressing the power of destruction. But this skill can be scattered and attacked, and the power will increase with the increase of the strength used, which is indeed a very practical skill.

Yun Xiaoyu put the dual swords and skills into the magic guide, and planned to go to the Demon Swordsman Branch Hall tomorrow morning. Then, he lay down on the bed with his clothes and fell asleep.

Indeed, the intensity of the battle and the depletion of the power of destruction wore him out. Although meditation can restore physical strength, it can still cause mental fatigue. Yun Xiaoyu needs a good night's rest.

......

At sunset, north of Yumen Pass, the No. 7 beacon tower in the northwest.

A figure slowly staggered to its feet from the mass of Imperial soldiers' corpses. I saw that this warrior was wearing a light armor that had been cut out of several large holes, holding a long sword that had been cut down, looking at the large number of orcs under the city, and laughing miserably: "I didn't expect that I would die here today." Father, what now?" he turned to look at a middle-aged man leaning on the battlements. This middle-aged man is seven or eight points similar to this young warrior in appearance, but he does not have the sharpness of a young warrior. Rather, it gives a rounded feel, like pebbles that have been washed by a river and become smooth.

Under the city, the horn of the orcs sounded again, and the dense orcs launched an offensive again.

The man known as Father stepped on the battlements, sword in hand, and looked at the approaching orcs. Suddenly, he looked back at his son, who was also staring at the city, and said, "You go quickly, you still have a chance to leave before the orcs have attacked." This time I was also wrong, underestimating the enemy too much. I didn't expect them to send so many troops to attack this beacon tower. I shouldn't have brought you here if I knew it was like this. ”

The soldiers on one side were dissatisfied: "Father, what do you mean by this? Are you asking me to be a deserter? When did our fighters retreat?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "Okay! worthy of being my unrivaled son! Then let's entertain these wolf cubs together!"

At the same time, he lowered his head and sighed, and said to himself in a low voice: "I'm sorry, son, Dad can't let you die with me, you are an unborn genius in our Warrior Temple, only when you grow up, can you have a chance to completely defeat the alien race!" Zhan Wushuang shook his head, threw away the stainless steel longsword in his hand, and instead untied a warrior giant sword about seven feet long behind him. Gripping the giant sword, Zhan Wushuang's heart felt a little more confident. He stared at the approaching orc, "Come on, see how strong your so-called beast soul army really is!"

The Beast Soul Army, the most powerful army of the Orc Race, is said to be composed of the elites of powerful races such as lions, tigers, wolves, and leopards of the Orcs. Invincible, invincible, invincible.

Suddenly, Zhan Wushuang's face changed: "Huh?" Immediately after, the wind blew fiercely, and a figure flew out directly from the camp of the Beast Soul Army, directly attacking Zhan Wushuang. In the blink of an eye, Zhan Wushuang was knocked out. took a few steps back, and Zhan Wushuang stabilized his body. He looked at the figure and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that even you, an eighth-order powerhouse, came out this time!"

Eighth Order! That orc is actually an Eighth Order!

The young warrior was taken aback, no wonder, his father's strength was also good in the Warrior Temple, but he was repelled by this orc's blow, it turned out that this orc actually had such a strong strength! You know, the strength of Zhan Wushuang is only the seventh and eighth levels, and the higher the strength, the greater the gap between each level. The young warrior's heart sank, and he knew that he would not be spared today. But there was not a trace of fear in his heart, but he roared, and with the steel sword and iron shield in hand, he slashed at some of the orcs who had just rushed up.

On the other side, Zhan Wushuang shouted, jumped up with the giant sword in his hand, and slashed at the head of the eighth-order orc with raging flames, which had the potential to open up the world, but the orc was not in a hurry, and out of nowhere a war hammer appeared, and when it was raised upward, it collided with the giant sword of Zhan Wushuang and made a bang. The two of them took a few steps back at the same time, and they were evenly matched.

However, it is no wonder that although Zhan Wushuang's strength is at a disadvantage, the giant sword in his hand is the family heirloom red gold-level equipment of the Zhan clan. Although the eighth-order orcs are powerful, they have been driven to the wilderness, and the resources in the extreme north are scarce, and the giant hammer in his hand has no advantage at all except for being heavier, and it is not even bronze-level equipment. So, after the elimination of one and the other, the two fought to a draw.

The eighth-order orc looked at the red gold giant sword in Zhan Wu's hands, with a hint of greed in his eyes, and said, "Hand over the weapon in your hand, and I'll let you two go, how about it?"

Zhan Wushuang snorted coldly and sneered: "Joke! This giant sword is handed down from my ancestors, how can it be given to you? And even if it is given to you, you will not let us go! Don't talk so much nonsense, come if you want to fight!"

The eighth-order orc said disdainfully: "Do you think I really can't beat you? Your strength is probably between the sixth level of the seventh order and the eighth level of the seventh order, and it is impossible for it to fully exert its power...... In that case, then it's the same if I kill you and then take the sword!" With that, he roared, and his body swelled up rapidly, which was the madness technique.

Zhan Wushuang clenched the giant sword, and he couldn't help but get nervous. You must know that the skill of madness can double the combat power of orcs, and now the madness technique used by these eighth-order orcs, how can the power be small? The orc roared, picked up the giant hammer and smashed it at Zhan Wushuang, after using madness, the speed and strength of the orcs increased several times. In the blink of an eye, the orc's hammer had smashed in front of the warriors. Zhan Wushuang didn't have time to dodge, so he had to block with a horizontal sword.

With a bang, the giant hammer and the giant sword collided again, but this time, Zhan Wushuang's knees actually sank into the ground. Although the red gold heavy sword was not damaged due to its extremely high quality, Zhan Wushuang was shocked to the point that his arms were numb, and he wanted to vomit blood uncomfortably. He used all his strength to push off the giant hammer, barely condensing the wings of the dragon god and flying. Taking advantage of the momentum of the high-altitude dive, he once again killed the eighth-order orcs.

......

"Kill!" the young warrior roared, the warrior of the warriors, and the sword in his hand flew up and down, slashing one orc after another. However, he has indeed reached his limit. His strength was only about the third order and the fifth level, not to mention that the previous fierce battle consumed most of his physical strength, and at this time, his hands holding the sword were trembling, which was obviously a manifestation of exhaustion.

He threw away the longsword in his hand that had already been curled and the shield that had been cut out of several gaps, and casually pulled out an orc long knife, and used the last of the dragon god's power to send a horizontal slash, knocking the last bit of this wave of orcs into the cracked wall.

He lay on the ground exhausted, looking at the battle Wushuang and the eighth-order orcs who were fighting in the sky. He knew that it was a fluke that he had just been able to repel this wave of orcs. These are just some lowest-level orcs, whose strength is comparable to that of the first and second order warriors of the Dragon Temple, and there are not many of them, and they came to the beacon just to clean up the battlefield and clean up the human soldiers who have not died in battle. This was the only way he was lucky to be able to repel them.

The eighth-order orc smashed at Zhan Wushuang with a hammer again, smashing Zhan Wushuang down on the city wall, followed by another hammer. Zhan Wushuang was slammed to the ground and fell heavily to Zhan Wuxiang's side.

"Father!" the young warrior helped Zhan Wushuang to his feet.

Zhan Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, reluctantly stood up, staring at the eighth-order orc, his right hand holding the heavy sword trembled slightly.

The eighth-order orc laughed hoarsely, "Understood, this is the absolute gap in strength, and no weapon can make up for it." ”

Zhan Wushuang used the red gold heavy sword to support his body, and suddenly gritted his teeth, stuffed the red gold heavy sword into Zhan Wuxiang's hand, and said, "Wuxiang, you quickly take the sword away and leave here!" He took out a scroll from his magic guide and said, "Quick, you use this teleportation scroll to leave here and go back!"

Zhan Wuxiang was stunned, and said loudly: "Father, how could I leave you?"

Zhan Wushuang dragged an ordinary long sword in the army in front of him, pushed Zhan Wuxiang and said, "Let's go, this scroll can only take one person away, and it can only teleport you to a place fifty miles away." That sword is our family heirloom, and it is infinitely powerful. It symbolizes the glory that our Zhan clan has passed down since the era of the Holy Emperor thousands of years ago, you must take good care of it!

Zhan Wuxiang wanted to say something, but Zhan Wushuang slapped him the back, sealing his voice and ability to act. Then, Zhan Wushuang tore open the scroll and threw it in front of Zhan Wuxiang, saying, "I'm sorry son, Dad can't let you die with me." Only if you are alive can you avenge me!" With that, he picked up a long sword on the ground at random and turned to meet the attack of the eighth-order orc.

Zhan Wuxiang seemed to want to shout something, but he couldn't break through the ban of Zhan Wushuang. I saw a flash of white light, and the space around Zhan Wuxiang instantly distorted, and Zhan Wuxiang disappeared into this distorted space.

"Kill-" Zhan Wushuang swung his sword and slashed at the eighth-order orc without hesitation......

"In the 983rd year of the empire, the 136th main hall of the Warrior Temple, Zhan Wushuang, the father of the Warrior Temple, was besieged by the Beast Soul Army, and died in battle with the 3,087 imperial soldiers of the Beacon Tower in the northwest. ――――"A Brief History of the Life of War Wuxiang"