The unparalleled and swift fatal blow cut off Ymiron's left hand, and the tightly held sword flew out. Saurfang saw the opportunity, and he was ready to make another fatal blow, and Ymiron

Then he yelled with a broken gong voice:

"Ingvar! Wigforth! Damn it! Help me!"

"boom"

The light from the other sword in Ymiron's hand splashed out like a shadow explosion. The flying dark light pierced Saurfang's armor like a sword. Amidst the roar of the orcs, the sword stabbed fiercely.

Pierced his heart.

Just as Saurfang was worried, this strange sword had accumulated too much power. With this blow, the armor on his body was torn apart easily like pieces of paper, and his body also seemed to be hammered.

After being hit, the whole person rolled on the ground in a panic, and the mechanical ax in his hand was completely chopped into pieces by that crisp and clean slash.

"Aha! Dark Blade turns out to be a bunch of bastards who only talk big words!"

Ymiron, who lost an arm, didn't care about his injuries. In this hell, as long as Hela is not dead, these dead souls who rely on Hela for their existence will not die. He held the

With a shadow sword like dragon scales, the rude fallen king of the Vrykul flicked his wrist and easily chopped down the Dark Blade Knights who rushed to save Saurfang one by one.

He seemed to enjoy this wanton slaughter.

"Look at you, you're a piece of trash! I'll chop your head off, you orc bastard!"

Ymiron laughed wildly:

"Then I will take your head to find Danaus Trollbane! No matter where that coward is hiding! I will find him, and I will torture him mercilessly, and do what he did to me ten times

Return it!"

"Damn it!"

Lying on the ground, unable to fight back because his body was torn apart by the strange sword, Saurfang felt like he was in the most humiliating hell. He watched his knights die for him, even though Terry

The light of Ang's blood moon will quickly resurrect these knights, but for a real warrior, such a situation is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

Saurfang frantically called for his body to work again, but the power of the two swords was too weird. The orc death lord could only watch Ymiron approach him until he turned his head.

At that moment, he saw another war sword stuck on the ground not far away, and that sword was held in Ymiron's chopped off finger.

"come over!"

Saurfang roared, and the dark red ghost claws representing the grip of death accurately clasped on the sword, pulling the sword back into the orc's hand, just as Saurfang held the shadow sword

At that moment, a deep voice sounded in his soul:

"Brave warrior, my name is Ingvar, I am Odin's heroic spirit, residing on this sword, I"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Before the weak soul finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Saurfang. He looked at Ymiron walking towards him, looked at the bastard who relied on the power of weapons to show off his violence, and the death lord's heart was filled with anger.

The anger was unbearable. He clenched the heavy sword in his hand and gritted his teeth and said:

"I have no interest in who you are or what you're doing! But I'm going to kill that bitch Hela, so either help me!"
Chapter completed!