There is no difficulty in choosing for Sarjan, all he thinks about is which skill is best suited to the current situation.

"The heroic leap can greatly improve the mobility, but it has no lethal ability in itself, so it can be ruled out first."

"Killing is a panacea, whether it is cleaning up miscellaneous soldiers or fighting strong enemies, but according to different battle conditions, the size of the role will be different."

"Suppression is the least restricted of the three skills, but it takes some effort to master the technique."

Just as Sarren was hesitating, a flash of shadow suddenly caught out of the corner of his eye from the arcane surveillance footage.

"Huh? This is...... Sneak? ”

"That's not right."

Valeera, who followed her to the basement at some point, had a somewhat solemn expression and stared at the surveillance screen intently.

"This is the swift wind step of the orc swordmaster, and we are afraid that we are in big trouble."

After listening to Valeera's description of the special combat job of the Orc Swordmaster, Salaan finally made up his mind and chose the suppression skill with his mind.

As Sarren selects his target, the other two skill cards spin and dissipate as points of light.

The Suppression Skill Card was integrated into his body, and the related skills were engraved in his soul.

Although the weapon used by the Orc Juggernaut is a long knife, they are still essentially agile classes.

As previously stated by the barrage, suppression works very well for the Agile profession and is just right for the current situation.

The arcane surveillance system that Julian commissioned with the help of the mages of the Tower of the Morning Star was able to see the faint flow of energy.

Although the orc swordmaster opened the wind step and escaped into the shadows, he could see a clear energy distortion in the path he passed.

"It's coming."

Seeing that the string of distorted energy phantoms had come to the gate of the manor, Sarian looked up and looked at Valeera, and invariably walked back to the first floor.

Setting the trap, Lyras followed Wenlesa to the second floor, stretched a bowstring above the escalator in the hallway, and aimed at the heavy wooden door.

Clenched his fists and felt the state, and Sary was a little depressed in his peace of mind.

'Not yet restored...... Fortunately, the enemy is an agile class, and the strength should not be strong. ’

……

Samuro is the most traditional of the modern Blade Juggernauts.

Ever since the orcs entered Azeroth through the Dark Portal, Samuro has been eyed by the depravity and brutality of his people, and has tried to stop them countless times.

But every time he tried to come out, he was stopped by his mentor Dahl Triple Bloodblade.

As the chief of the Fireblade Clan and the aspiring leader of the Sword Master, Dahl is also unaccustomed to the crimes committed by orcs corrupted by demonic blood.

At one point, he wanted to return to his self-destructive hometown of Draenor in a bad mood, and never again cared about the world's affairs.

Just as Dahl was about to pack his bags and leave, an accident happened.

Gul'dan's puppet, the Black Hand of the Great Chief of the Horde, was killed.

He died in the orc tradition of Makgora Duel, losing to Orgrim Hammer of Doom, also from the Blackstone Clan.

Makgora means dueling for glory in orc language, and is an ancient custom passed down by orcs for many years, a one-on-one duel to the death, usually initiated by two parties involved in a battle for status.

Those who refuse to accept Maggoras will be spit on by all orcs, and when Orgrim is ready to fight to the death, the black hand as the Great Chief has no choice but to fight.

In the end, Makgoras was victorious by Orgrim, and he became the new Grand Chief of the Tribe.

Having just taken over the Horde, Orgrim immediately showed how different he was from the Black Hand.

While Gul'dan was unconscious for unknown reasons, Orgrim learned of the Shadow Council's stronghold by torturing the orc thief Garona, and killed all the warlocks except Gul'dan with a thunderbolt.

Under Orgrim's leadership, the orc tribe that drank the blood of the demons still had many bad habits, but at least Orgrim made it clear that they were not slaves and puppets of the demons, and fought for the survival of the race.

Orgrim himself came to the door and lowered his profile to tell Dahl about the plight the orcs were facing.

For the sake of the continuation of the race, Dahl chose to trust him and stayed behind to help Orgrim build a new home for the orcs.

Samuro could not understand Dahl's approach, believing that the Master had betrayed the faith of the Fireblade Clan and tarnished the glorious profession of Juggernaut.

For a long time, Samuro, who followed the actions of the tribe, did not work hard, and Dahl did not restrain his actions.

Dahl is getting old, and in the fierce battles with the League over the past few years, it is clear that his physical function is declining day by day.

Originally, Dahl wanted his best apprentice, Samuro, to inherit the Fireblade Clan, but Samuro had no interest in the current depraved Fireblade Clan.

As a last resort, Dahl had no choice but to pass on the chieftain to his ambitious daughter Azuka, and instead entrust the true spirit and glory of the Fireblade Blade Saint to Samuro to pass on.

Although he accepted his teacher's last request, Samuro's heart was still full of confusion.

He still couldn't understand why Dahl, who once valued glory so much, had become what he was now.

"Suck ~"

At the moment of the mission, Samuro took a deep breath and put aside any superfluous thoughts for a while.

There was no popularity in the beautifully shaped High Elf manor in front of him, but Samuro, who had traced the traces, was sure that there must be someone in the house.

Deftly jumping over the metal fence outside the manor, the barefoot Samuro cautiously walked through the garden and lowered his steps to the gate.

'Meditate. ’

Juggernaut's meditation is different from that of mages, and its function is not to restore mana, but to converge the mind and enhance perception.

The ripples of water spread outward around Samuro, and he quickly became aware of the multiple traps laid behind the gate.

'Little trick. ’

Reopening his eyes, Samuro clenched his sword in both hands and raised it above his head, slashing down as he exhaled.

"Drink!"

When the knife splits the gate, the crossover trap set by Lyras takes effect.

The Frozen Trap hit first, and when Lyras on the second floor was about to release the arrow in his hand, Wen Lesa suddenly whispered.

"Wait, the enemy is not frozen."

As Winlessa said, it was only the afterimage of the image created by Samuro that was frozen into the trap.

Through this remnant, all of Lyras's traps were triggered, but none of them actually hit the target.

Samuro, who was hiding behind and observing, had already seen the two rangers on the second floor.

When the light and shadow effects caused by the trap explosion wore off, Samuro immediately lunged towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Huh~"

At the same time as Samuro activated, Wen Leisa, who was experienced in combat, quickly switched arrows and fired flares, shining Samuro out of the shadows.

"Give it to me...... Stop it! ”

A stout figure charged head-on, pinpointing Samuro as he was moving at high speed.

In the moment before the two sides made physical contact, Samuro suddenly changed from extreme movement to extreme quietness, and the war knife in his hand quickly rose up, narrowly blocking the big sword that was slashed from his head.

"Bell!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the halls of the manor, and Valeera, who was closely behind Saléan, broke away from his muscular body, and the twin daggers glowing green stabbed at Samuro's waist at an eerie angle.

At the same time, Wenlesa and Lyras fired at the same time.

With the violent sound of breaking wind, Samuro, who had invaded the manor, seemed to be cornered.

With his backhand bounced off Sarjan, who was a little weak, Samuro's expression was still calm, and he waved the war knife in his hand and began to spin at high speed in place.

The razor-sharp blades that gradually took shape forced Salian and Valeera, who were fighting in close quarters, to abandon their attacks and retreat first.

"Blade...... Storm! ”