There was an inviolable majesty in Pei An's peaceful eyes.

Garosh stammered, and was poked in the center of the matter, and argued forcefully: "Uncle Clan, I ...... I didn't!"

Pei An pressed his hand on Garosh's shoulder and patted him lightly and said, "Child, jealousy is the expression of the weak, only if you are not confident in yourself will you be jealous, if you are not confident, how to improve yourself, jealousy will make a warrior become a shameful coward, my hell roaring clan has never produced a coward since ancient times!"

Pei An sighed: "Yunero! is indeed a rare genius swordsman for a thousand years, his talent, understanding and pursuit of the way of the sword, far better than your father back then, your father pursued the supreme sword all his life, when he entered the sword and killed the demigods, his life was wasted, he made an incomparable contribution to the beast clan, he regained the long-lost dignity and freed us from the curse, from the sword saint to a wasted person and your father in his life most sought but has not yet achieved the unity of the human sword, he can only hope for Yunero!"

Garosh was silent, and the nightmare of his life flashed through his mind.

Garosh was born with a lifelong imprint, the son of the sword saint Grom, naturally Grom was very strict with him since he was a child, when he was just a toddler, Grom began to teach him to split the sword, as the son of the sword saint, he naturally had to inherit the mantle of the sword saint, everyone naturally thought so, and Garosh also thought so back then.

But as he grew older, the orcs were sold to the demon Kilgadan by the once great shaman Nao Aozu and Gul'dan master and apprentice, and all the orcs drank the demon blood, when he was only in his twenties (equivalent to the ten years old of the human race), he was sent to the military camp by his father, the higher the glory, the more he naturally has to pay, and as the son of the sword saint, he should have an extraordinary life (naturally Garosh does not want to be a maggot who only knows how to squander and does not know how to make progress under the protection of his father).

He almost died at war with the human race, if it weren't for his uncle Pei'an always by his side, he would have died on the battlefield countless times, and then the beast tribe was defeated, he followed his father to establish a tribe on the continent and survived, I don't know when his father's eyes changed when he looked at him, he practiced the sword for more than 20 years, and he only practiced the sword to about 100 moments, although he practiced hard in countless nights, not afraid of the cold winter and heat, but his instant sword was still making progress very slowly, he didn't care about his father's harsh corporal punishment, he couldn't stand the disappointed gaze the most, his kendo talent was mediocre, as the son of the sword saint, this was not allowed at allThen his nightmare was accompanied by a thin figure.

He clearly remembered that cold winter, that year the sky seemed to be angry, the wind and snow kept falling, the sky and the earth were vast, all you could see was the snowflakes in the sky, his father took the clan to the snow field to hunt, he naturally happily followed, they set off from early in the morning, and by noon they had returned with a full load, and they were going to ** they heard the roar of the wolves.

Grom led them to chase along the wolf's voice, only to see nearly a hundred orcs, old, weak, sick and disabled being besieged by wolves, this kind of thing is very common they often encounter, the concentration camp where the human race holds the orcs, never treat the orcs as people, often expel the old and young orcs who are seriously ill and unable to work out of the concentration camp, and let them fend for themselves in the wilderness, the same orc Grom often sends wolves to search in the wilderness, take them back to the Warsong clan, take these orcs in, this time they naturally will not see death without help.

Grom rushed over with everyone to drive the wolves to save people, but a small and thin figure among the orcs caught his father's attention, that was Yunero, Yunero was more than ten years younger than him at the time, probably hungry in the concentration camp all the year round, the system was skinny and skinny, but so thin he held a wooden stick and did not fight with the wolves at all, when they dispersed all the wolves and saved the group of orcs in distress, all the orcs were crying or laughing, but Yunero was quietly curled up and tightly holding the wooden stick that was about to break with the wolves, looking at them quietly, from the thin body gave people a sharp feeling。

Grom jumped directly from the wolf horse, walked up to Yunelo half-walked and half-run, took off his wide robe and draped it on Yunelo, who was about to be stunned by freezing, he could feel an irrepressible excitement from his father, which he had never seen before, Grom's voice trembled a little: "Son, what's your name?"

Yunero said without humility or arrogance: "Yunero!" The immature and somewhat weak voice became his lingering nightmare.

Yunero Pick-up** , he has since had an extra sword practice partner, originally thought that there would be someone to accompany him to receive his father's usual rigorous training, but he was wrong, he saw what a kendo genius is, Grom has never punished Yuneru, because Yunelo is fascinated by the boring sword practice, and will draw inferences, he is always much better than Grom expected, half a year of sword heart communication, a year to reach an instant, two years have mastered the Tibetan edge, condensed the sword, although Grom did not praise Yuneruo, but from his proud eyes, rightIt's 'proud'! This kind of look Grom has never seen himself, and he will never appear in Grom's eyes again for the rest of his life after this genius appears.

Garrosh was jealous and hated Grom, he asked Yunero to compare swords, although Yunero was extremely talented, but after all, the time to learn the sword was still short, and he was defeated, when he beat Yunero all over the body, and stepped on his chest and humiliated him, Yunero did not struggle but watched him quietly, when he was humiliated enough, and removed his feet, he picked up the sword again, patted the dust off his clothes, and continued to practice the sword as if he didn't care at all. Except for the sword, there was nothing in Yunera's heart that could move him.

Seeing that one plan could not be achieved, Garosh devised another plan, he stole money and jewelry from his father, put them in Yuneru's room, and slandered Yuneruo as a thief, Grom was furious when he learned about it, although he didn't care about the wealth outside his body, but he paid great attention to the character of his disciples, Yunelo didn't say a word, Grom looked at Yunelo for a while and called him out, he said at that time: "Yunero's quality is the same as his sword, he is a gentleman, and his sword tells me that Yunelo will not covet that little bit of private wealth!" He apologized to Yunero that he shouldn't have doubted him.

Shame and annoyance, Garrosh went to Yunero more often to compare swords, and each time he beat him badly, he happened to be bumped into by Yunelo when he went to frame Yunero again, Yunero looked at the jewels placed in his room in a daze, and he took the opportunity to sneak out of Yunero's room.

Fearing that Yunero would come to Grom and expose him for his despicable deeds, Yunelo made a move that Garosh still does not understand, he came to Grom with the jewels and voluntarily admitted that he had been broken by Garrosh while stealing the jewels, and Grom, disappointed and annoyed, slapped Yunelo in the face and expelled him from the Warsong Clan.

Before Yuneruo left, Garosh came to Yunero's room with mixed feelings in his heart, Yunero packed his luggage in the room, there was no wolf bèi and pain that Garosh expected, it was still that kind of indifference of honor and disgrace, Garosh suddenly felt extremely angry and used his sword to pick away Yunero's burden and said contemptuously: "You lowly thief, I want to see what you are going to steal from my house?"

The left side of Yuneruo's face was still high and swollen, and his eyes, which were usually a little numb, were like two sharp swords piercing Garosh's heart at this moment, and said lightly: "'No curved sword' Master often tells me that swordsmen can die but cannot lose the dignity of swordsmanship, my life is saved by Shizun, I am deeply sorry for the unhappiness that has occurred between you and Shizun recently, I am leaving, you will treat me as if you have never been a person, I hope you can regain the dignity of Kendo!"

At that moment, Garosh felt that he was a ridiculous 'clown' in front of Yunero, and the embarrassed Garosh attacked Yunero, Yunelo pulled out his sword, and he lost the battle very badly, and he suddenly understood that Yunero had let himself before, and that kind of double defeat in sword skills and dignity made Garosh almost crazy.

Yunero put away his sword and didn't even look at Garosh, without saying a word, and walked out towards the courtyard gate with his bags on his back.

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