Today is the day when Stegurir invited Yu Wenlie to participate in the Ancestral Festival of War, Kel'th Ugard heard that Yu Wenlie was going to participate in the Ancestral Festival of War, so he stayed on the starship and did not leave, Yu Wenlie transferred Mojin, Hex and others from Yanhuang City, accompanied by Onexia and several people to prepare to go to war.

Kel'thugad waited in the square early in the morning: "The old man is cheering for the elder brother this time, and I wish the elder brother will win this battle!" However, Kel'thugad predicted that Yuwenlie would be defeated a few days ago, and the old man's intention to stay here now is intriguing.

Onexia's eyes were bloodshot, she hadn't slept much in the past three days, Yuwenlie had been very quiet, not as casual as before, nodding to Kelthugad as a greeting, everyone flew out of the starship and walked towards the Storm Raid Clan, Onexia tirelessly asked Kelthugad about the black hand along the way, but as Kelthugad's record of the black hand was said like a treasure, Onexia's heart beat to his throat, the black hand is the first warrior of the beast clan, A swordsman on a par with Grom, he slain countless legion commanders in the midst of all armies.

Onexia grabbed Yu Wenlie's arm and said, "Are you worth your life?

Yu Wenlie calmly pressed his hand on Onexia's arm and said, "You have to remember that love is a taboo for a swordsman!"

Onexia grabbed Yu Wenlie and pulled it back, "I won't let you go, if you're afraid of the revenge of the storm plundering clan, we'll destroy them now with troops!" Onexia's tears were about to come out.

Yu Wenlie looked up at the sky melancholy and said inexplicably: "Some roads have to be walked by themselves after all, only when you walk through them do you know that this road is a cliff or a smooth road, I just want to prove that I can walk out of my own way without him, and I must go through the training of the sword to be a real swordsman!" Onexia was confused when she heard it, but Yuwenlie had already made up her mind, she let go of her hand, and Yuwenlie suddenly smiled at Onexia and said: "Actually, I'm not as weak as you think, really!"

As soon as he arrived at the Bloodwing Castle, Eilethron was waiting with Varimassas and Akasha, but Parana was still nowhere to be seen, and Eylthoron smiled from afar: "Today, Brother Yanhuang went to the orc clan to duel, and the elder brother brought the clansmen to cheer for you!"

The wolf-headed king Bainholler has also been waiting for a long time, the wolf-headed king looks rough on the outside, but his heart is as careful as dust, he is a big expert in playing conspiracy, needless to say that the purpose of coming here is the same as the purpose of Kel'thugard and Ellethron coming here, to send favors to Shunshui, and to go to the storm to plunder the clan with Yuwenlie is just a formality, without any effort, he will send a favor to Yuwenlie.

Ellethron saw that Bainholler's face was not very good, this time he fell into the trap of the Lich King, and let Bainholler pick up a big bargain, and the two people were full of gunpowder as soon as they met, and their eyes were wide and wide-eyed.

Yu Wenlie hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Everyone, I haven't gone to the war yet, if you fight first, I'm really too careless!"

Ellethron and Bainholler restrained their subordinates, and Bashir raised his fist and said, "Yan Huang, if you are accidentally killed by that black hand, you can rest assured that I will definitely avenge you!" Bashir's words made Yu Wenlie cry and laugh a little, how did this sound like a curse.

Bainholler smashed his fist on Bashir's head and said angrily: "How many times have I said it, don't let you talk nonsense, Lord Yanhuang, this guy is a straight intestine, don't take it to heart if you offend your words!"

Yu Wenlie led everyone to continue to walk towards the Storm Plunder Clan, the camp tent of the Storm Plunder Clan was simple and abnormal, with a wooden fence in a small valley, sparsely tied with a few small arrow towers, on which orc archers were stationed, and there were some orcs in the sky who were holding magic staff and wearing feather clothes like a giant crow, patrolling in the sky, Yu Wenlie entered the camp directly without notification, the camp was full of tattered holes and beast pens, and the Orcs of the Storm Raid Clan were not clothed, more like a refugee cave.

There was a vacant field in the center of the station, and in the middle of the clearing, a thin old man sat cross-legged on the ground, with a giant sword more than three meters long in front of him, and the giant sword was already rusty, and the old man was as old as the sword.

Steggullir sat in a triangle around the old orc, along with two other bloodfiend shamans, praying with words in their mouths.

Yu Wenlie with a group of relatives and friends composed of saints and false saints hurrah recently, this team of anyone who sees the chill in their hearts, Yu Wenlie and the others were not hindered in any way, directly to the central clearing, along the way Yu Wenlie secretly observed the storm plundering clan, this tribe is like an old man who has entered the twilight of his life, the vitality of the clan has been exhausted, but they are still squandering the only remaining vitality, this is a race that is going to perish.

Yu Wenlie and the others came to the middle square, the three of Sdegulier sat in place and did not move, as soon as Yu Wenlie entered the storm and plundered the clan, he felt a sharp sword, the sword that was covered by dust, and felt the deadly edge, this feeling made his battle blood begin to boil.

"You're finally here!" The old and weak voice of the black hand reverberated in the square, and when he opened his eyes, there were a pair of cloudy eyes, from which Yu Wenlie felt deep exhaustion.

Yu Wenlie untied the sword on his back and stuck it on the ground, holding his hands on the crutches to see the condensation of the sword, Kel's Sugad and the others retreated knowingly, Yu Wenlie's eyes condensed six millimeters and pierced the black hand, at this moment Yu Wenlie seemed to be a sword that released its edge to the fullest, although Zang Feng could no longer use it since the sword mang's rapid growth.

Yu Wenlie greeted him with the first real sword battle of his swordsman career, only cutting the sword is a real sword, this is what Helde said to Yu Wenlie when he came down the mountain, and today Yu Wenlie will become a real sword.

'When' Chongyue came out of the sheath, Yu Wenlie turned into a Xuantian sword and pointed at the black hand and said: "It's my luck to be able to fight against a prestigious swordsman!"

The black hand stroked the giant sword inserted in the ground and slowly stood up with his head down, like a sleeping war lion fighting, and a sharp sword that had been dusty for many years shook off the dust on it.

"Today is a duel of swordsmen, you are a rare body cultivator, the old man has used a secret method to cultivate the vitality of a body to disperse, to be able to fall under the sword is the glory of a swordsman, the ancestor of the beast clan: people who have the soul of the beast god, regardless of birth, regardless of race or gender, can become the successor of the big chief, the old man has fainted, the blade of the sword has rusted, Yan Huang launched a war ancestor sacrifice to me, today no matter what, there will be a head dedicated to the blood god, no matter who stands on the field last, it is your chief!" The black hand raised his head suddenly, and eight millimeters burst out of his eyes, and a sword that pierced the sky showed its due edge. A rusty sword, pouring all his energy into the edge he showed at the end, at this time the black hand has forgotten a qiē glory, and the spirit has reached the peak of his life, how sharp is the sword of the black hand at this moment, only Yu Wenlie tried the sword himself.

The black hand pulled out a sword taller than him, and the withered hand stroked the heavy blade, as if remembering a partner who had been with him all his life: "When I was thirty years old (the life span of orcs is twice that of the human race), I carried the broken formation, charged into battle along the way, and killed countless generals, he accompanied me to become the first warrior of the beast race, come on!" The blood in the black hand's body burned rapidly, and the blood frenzy began to burn under some unknown temptation, which means that once the people of the storm plundering clan entered the battle, the blood in the body would burn uncontrollably, and the shriveled muscles of the black hand quickly became full under the flood of battle blood, and an aging war beast showed its last fangs!

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