Lord of the Nine Realms

Chapter 12 Black Iron Warrior
Chen Yuansheng took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands and slowly raised it.

"kill!"

Chen Yuansheng stepped forward three meters and slashed the leader's abdomen with a diagonal knife.

The leader of the demonic beasts did not move, waving his sword to block at will...

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, just when the two men's swords were about to collide, Chen Yuansheng suddenly changed direction, and the sword drew an arc in the air, heading straight for the leader's knees.

This is no different from playing with fire and burning yourself. If the leader takes half a step back at this time, Bian can easily chop off Chen Yuansheng's head.

"It's interesting, you are so smart."

The leader sneered, if he could kill a hundred Chen Yuansheng on the battlefield with his strength.

clang!
There was a jaw-dropping sound of metal collisions, and the leader's long knife instantly changed direction, blocking Chen Yuansheng's knife's momentum, and he swung it smoothly.

"Whoosh!"

The huge force sent Chen Yuansheng flying five meters away.

At the moment when he was about to land on all fours, Chen Yuansheng thrust the long knife into the ground. He stood up and turned 720 degrees in the air. He landed firmly and smoothly pulled out the long knife and held it in his hand.

The inch-deep gap in the long knife was particularly eye-catching.

"Pretty!"

The two orc warriors watching the battle couldn't help but admire, they couldn't help it, it was so perfect.

The orc warriors were so big that it was difficult for them to do any fancy moves. Chen Yuansheng's 720-degree rollover in the air just now was impossible to think of and impossible to kill even if they were killed.

"Dark Iron Warrior!" the Warcraft leader blurted out.

As a warcraft warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and thousands of enemies died in his hands, he naturally has a way of judging his opponents.

For the human race, there is not much difference between ordinary fighters and elementary black iron fighters. Ordinary fighters can make up for their shortcomings in strength and agility through intensive training.

Especially on the battlefield, it is common for enhanced ordinary warriors to crush black iron warriors.

There are only two words for the Warcraft leader to judge the potential of a human warrior --- "awareness".

When ordinary people advance to Black Iron, they care more about the improvement of strength and agility, and never think about the improvement of their observation and reaction abilities.

Most of the Black Iron warriors only gradually realize the importance of "consciousness" after going to the battlefield. However, after several brutal and bloody battles, not even one warrior out of ten can survive.

"Consciousness" is experience, talent, and the most important war potential.

The human slave named Chen Yuansheng in front of him must have never participated in a battle. All the perfect emergency responses just now were absolute talents and the ultimate war potential.

If he were an ordinary man, no matter how strong he was in training, he would never be able to achieve such a perfect consciousness.

There was only one result, he had already advanced to the Black Iron Warrior level, and he himself didn't even know that he had already advanced.

If such a human race evolves into a Warcraft warrior, his plasticity will be at least three streets higher than Nash... or even five streets.

To sum it up in one sentence: I love him to death.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare attack?"

The anger on the Warcraft leader's face had long since disappeared, replaced by amusement.

"too strong!"

Chen Yuansheng frowned. The leader opposite him was more than three meters tall and weighed more than [-] kilograms. His forearms were thicker than his thighs, and he was extremely agile. If he used conventional tactics, he really couldn't move a hair on him.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuansheng lowered his head and glanced: When he landed on the ground, the long knife penetrated deeply into the bluestone ground and cut out a stone seven or eight centimeters long.

"This works."

Chen Yuansheng first pretended to touch the long knife, and then slowly lowered it. By chance, the tip of the knife blocked the stone.

Then he took a deep breath, roared suddenly, and moved his body, ready to pounce.

But before the toes left the ground, the tip of the knife swung first, and the pebbles flew away with a "pop" sound, and went straight to the leader's green face, and the whole person flew out like a cheetah.

If it were an ordinary orc warrior, he would definitely be hit by stones. Although it would not cause any harm, it would still be okay to move a few hairs.

But the leader of the monsters was not an ordinary person. The long knife in his hand was like lightning and flint. He first deflected the stones, and then went down and knocked Chen Yuansheng away with the knife.

Probably because the sword was too fast, the Warcraft leader didn't grasp the power and struck a bit hard. There was a loud "ding" sound.

The long knife in Chen Yuansheng's hand was broken in response, and he flew out again.

This time the landing was not so beautiful, but fell straight to the ground. A layer of skin was rubbed off the arm, and blood dripped.

Chen Yuansheng tried to sit up while holding the broken knife, but as soon as he moved, a large mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

The leader's strength was so great that his arms were numb and his internal organs were out of place.

"Good, good, good!"

The leader of the monsters shouted three times in succession. Just now, he had no choice but to use his long knife to block the incoming stones in a very short period of time, and then block Chen Yuansheng's killing move. It was impossible to do it too slowly.

His blow had a force of at least two thousand kilograms. Chen Yuansheng's arms were not broken and he did not faint. It was already very powerful.

The leader glanced at him, and the two orc warriors behind him stepped forward and helped Chen Yuansheng up.

"What happened just now?"

The leader of the monsters looked back at the wives and concubines huddled around him.

"He... this big black guy went to the toilet... and peeked at me going to the toilet."

A woman stammered.

Chen Yuansheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "No, Huang Ya wants to harm me..."

"You fart!"

Huang Ya jumped up anxiously, pointed at Chen Yuansheng and cursed: "You kid wanted to take a peek. Otherwise, why didn't you ask before entering the toilet."

"Shut up for me."

What the Warcraft leader hates the most is the human race doing these nonsense things. What: This is not my fault, this is his fault. He wants to harm me, he framed me...

In normal times, these three people would be pulled out and beheaded one by one.

But he was in a good mood today, especially since he fell in love with a man like Chen Yuansheng, which was a bit rewarding.

"This woman rewards you."

The leader pointed at the woman, and then at Chen Yuansheng: "You will follow him from now on, and you will follow him later."

"What……"

Everyone in the yard was stunned.

Of course, the most confused person was Chen Yuansheng, whose eyes almost popped out: What the hell is going on?
"Give me the woman you have played with, but the model is not right... Damn, can I get a second-hand woman?"

No one in the yard dared to refute, not even women, not Huangya, he could only feel envious.

Chen Yuansheng coughed and said: "Thank you, Mr. Chief. I am just a slave. I have no place to stand. I can't even support myself, let alone a woman. Please take back my life, Mr. Chief."

"This... what does the standing cone mean?"

It's terrible to be uneducated. How did you, a rough guy, come up with these "weird words"?

The leader of Warcraft was stunned for a moment, probably understanding that Chen Yuansheng was refusing, and it was a bit interesting that he spoke so nicely.

"Since you don't want to, forget it. That's the end of today's business."

"By the way, are you called Chen Dazhuang or Chen Yuansheng? I remember that there was only one named Chen Dazhuang on the slave list back then."

Chen Yuansheng smiled sadly: "My name is Chen Yuansheng. Chen Dazhuang is my father. After his death, I was my father's slave."

"Being a slave on behalf of my father?"

This was another new word. The Warcraft leader was stunned and frowned: "Then you must be young."

"I... am 19 years old this year." Chen Yuansheng said truthfully.

"Clang..."

The long knife in the leader's hand fell with a sound, leaving a long white mark on the bluestone on the ground.

(End of this chapter)