"Orcs were everywhere across southern Romanian! My Liujin Sword was about to get chipped!" Okrian-Lujin's face was full of exaggeration. How could a Sixth Tier Sword Saint's magic weapon become chipped after cutting down a few Orcs? With the attached Battle Qi protecting it, the blade could reflect a person's face!
"Enough complaining! Let's leave this place and find somewhere to set up camp!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso looked at the sky. Though this was already a southern region, spring nights were still cold. In theory, a Sixth Tier warrior could endure it with Battle Qi Flame, but with a warm campfire and tent available, only an idiot would stubbornly suffer in the wilderness!
Watching Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso wipe the Gale Blade clean on a corpse, Okrian-Lujin helplessly looked around and nodded. This had originally been the campsite they had chosen for the night, but with mangled corpses and purplish-black blood all over the ground, it was clearly no place to stay...
"I hate Orcs..." Okrian-Lujin grimaced. He would rather passionately trade blows with the southern rebels than fight these stinking Orcs. Other than draining his Battle Qi and stamina, these things were good for nothing. The only thing they could inflict on him was massive damage to his nose and sanity!
"They turned what was once the Empire's most prosperous southern region into this... Tsk, tsk, tsk! What fine black soil!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso scooped up a handful of fertile black earth and greedily rubbed it between his fingers. This black soil was the finest land the eastern nobles could only dream of!
"A bunch of trash without even basic civilization! What a waste of this land!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso spat.
"One day, we'll come back! These beasts will pay the price! Ah, Your Highness, have