Harkins took a few steps back and looked at the huge crack. He exclaimed in amazement: "This crack doesn't look like it was formed naturally. It looks like it was cut by a sword." He drew out his armed sword and gestured along the direction of the crack, saying, "The power of this sword is beyond the reach of mortals. Perhaps this is the training ground of the Beast Sword Master." Seeing everyone looking at him, Harkins explained, "It is said that there is a powerful clan in the Orc Tribe, called the Blade Clan. They are different from other Orc clans. This clan practices swordsmanship and all of them are sword masters." "The hero of the Blade Clan is called the Sword Saint. The greatsword in his hand can split mountains and seas, and even tear apart space. Only the Sword Saint of the Beast Clan can slash with this sword." Leo listened attentively, and looking at the cracks in front of him, he felt more and more that what Huggins said was right. This is obviously a sword mark, thin at both ends and thick in the middle, the cut is smooth and the momentum is sharp. A sword mark that is only 20 meters long and one meter wide is too exaggerated, right? Including Leo, all the members of the adventure team are peasants who can only shout "Fuck!" and "Me too!" Only Denise could keep up with Huggins' chat. She also sighed: "Although human classics always promote the long history and profound heritage of the human race, unfortunately the real history is not like this. Whether it is the elves or the orcs, their cultural heritage is much longer than that of the human race. Ten thousand years ago, when humans were still slash-and-burn farming, the elves and orcs already had a very developed civilization."
"Many of the martial arts in the North originated from the beastmen. The two-handed swordsmanship of the Odalov family is said to be the inheritance of the Blade Clan." Harkins nodded and said, "A thousand years ago, the people of the North lived on the south bank of the Anzeno River, and the orcs lived on the north bank of the Anzeno River. The exchanges between the two races were more frequent than the current exchanges between the north and south of the empire." "The shamanism prevalent among the orcs and the ancestor worship in the North have the same origin. In essence, both are about worshipping the strong. This Storm Altar is both a place for religious sacrifices and a place for swordsmen to practice. The two are not in conflict." "This sword mark is most likely the work of the orcs' ancestor, the Sword Saint. The clan's young swordsmen practiced enlightenment here to comprehend the sword intent of their ancestors." As Denise and Huggins talked to each other, a heavy sense of history and ancient legends filled the empty interior of the altar, and everyone's expressions became solemn. Denise looked at Leo and smiled, "Leo, you also use a sword. Take this opportunity to take a closer look. Maybe you can comprehend the sword intent of the beastman sword master." Leo couldn't stand them talking big while he couldn't keep up with the conversation, which made him look uncultured. He then unsheathed his sword with a clang, stroked the sword with one hand, and whispered in the Imperial language: "Death is like the wind, always by my side." Denise was instantly shocked, staring at Leo with his mouth slightly open, dumbfounded. All the companions around looked at Leo in surprise. Leo laughed wildly in his heart, his expression became even colder. He elegantly swung his sword in a flower pattern, completing a smooth Japanese-style sword-collecting motion, and said, "The road ahead is long, and only the sword can keep me company!" The heavy sense of history and ancient legendary colors disappeared, and the entire dojo was left with only Leo's full of style. For a moment, everyone even thought that Leo was possessed by the Sword Saint. Leo couldn't control his expression and was about to laugh when he suddenly saw a huge sword mark on the stone wall pressing towards him. A huge sword light instantly swallowed Leo! As the crowd watched, Leo fell on his back, like a puppet, his body stiff. Like a landslide, like the earth cracking. Like a giant ship with a load capacity of 10,000 tons, it was pressing towards Leo. Like the shock wave from a nuclear bomb, it brought with it a gust of air that could destroy everything, crushing Leo to the point where nothing was left.
If the mental whip released by Friar Lawrence before was like a machete hitting Leo's forehead, then this sword was like a thunderbolt. In short, this extremely sharp sword intent can destroy Leo's soul in an instant. Before Leo fell into darkness, he could still hear Denise's cry and feel the boundless spiritual power surging from behind him, protecting his weak soul flame. And a distant, ethereal "Huh?" When he woke up again, it was already getting dark. Leo felt a splitting headache and dry mouth. So it’s because I was too pretentious that I was punished by heaven? Leo looked up and found that he had been moved to the stone floor outside the altar and was lying on a blanket. Denise looked at him with concern and handed him a cup of water. "You're finally awake. Come, have a drink of water first." "what happened?" Denise shook her head and said, "Nothing happened. You just fainted suddenly." Then she added uncertainly, "Before you fainted, you felt a little weird, like you were possessed by something." Old Peter, who was busy cooking, turned around and said with certainty, "It's the Sword Saint who is possessed! That look and temperament, how can a mortal have that?" Denise's eyes sparkled as she stared at Leo, "So, have you really understood the sword intent of the Beast Sword Master?" Leo felt that his two souls, which had finally merged, were split apart by a sword again, and his head was twice as big as before. His mind was in a mess and he even felt that what had just happened was just a dream. Leo didn't answer Denise's question, but looked at Old Pete, wondering, "Didn't they say that all members of the adventure team are extraordinary? Then what kind of extraordinary are you?" Old Pete held the frying pan and asked uncertainly, "Does cooking count?" After Old Pete walked away, Denise chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate Uncle Pete. He's really amazing." As she spoke, she counted on her fingers: "He can fish, cook, give first aid, take care of horses, identify herbs, skin and gather, and even repair armor! He knows everything that an adventurer can do, and he is also proficient in many things that adventurers can't do!" Leo still pays attention to details and of course knows how powerful old Pete is. Every time he encountered a battle, Old Pete was calm, unlike ordinary people. A skinning knife. Skinning a warg is easier than killing a fish. It's just that he has never had a proper battle and has never shown his skills, so Leo is particularly curious. As he was speaking, Fisher, who was on guard, raised his hand and made a gesture. The group fell silent for a moment, and following Fisher's instructions, they came to the edge of the cliff. The Grand Canyon where everyone was located had banks that were hundreds of meters high, and the Storm Altar was located in the middle of the cliff, a hundred meters from the bottom of the canyon. At this time, in the Grand Canyon a hundred meters below, there was a large group of orcs, who were swimming upstream along the river flowing in the canyon. There were about forty or fifty orcs in this group, half of them riding on wolves and the other half marching on foot.
Several giant humanoid bears appeared upstream of the canyon and blocked the orcs.