Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 130 The Girl in Pain
The gods come and change everything.

They impart knowledge to mankind generously and share their powerful bloodline generously. Since then, human beings have gradually become stronger. From the bottom, all the way to the point where it is sweeping the continent today.

The orcs were forced into exile in the polar wilderness, the elves mostly moved to the depths of the forest, the dwarfs and goblins hid underground, and the dwarves mostly moved to the hilly areas. The giants were almost wiped out, and the few that survived served the Beifong Empire.

Human occupation of the most fertile lands naturally arouses jealousy and malice among other races. Dwarves and goblins who knew they were invincible chose to rely on them and became human blacksmiths and engaged in financial and service jobs. The elves strictly guard the forest, cut off contact with humans, and live in isolation. Only the orcs covet and desire human territory all the time.

Disputes arose and spread throughout the ages into war. Whenever human border states decline. The Orc Alliance will inevitably invade south, killing people along the way. Caused countless deaths, injuries and destruction.

The counterattacks of human countries are equally fierce and will help the orcs solve the problem of overpopulation at once.

Many tribes with cannibalistic traditions were hit hard, and the strong men hunted them regardless of time and cost, and gradually disappeared.

Nowadays, in the eyes of the mainland countries, the orc tribe alliance is nothing to worry about. Its strength is not as good as any of the human countries on the border. The main reason for letting it go is profit.

The land in the north is barren, with low food production and poor living conditions. It is useless to take it by force and no one will live in it. It is better to let the border nobles slowly encroach.

Furthermore, the docile herbivorous orcs are an excellent labor force. Convenient for doing some heavy physical work and dangerous work. Many lords like to use kobolds as miners, tauren to cultivate the land, or actively breed some demi-human races that are easier to control.

The blood feud between the two sides faded away with the passage of time and the complete victory of the human side.

In today's era, people who are not familiar with history will not think that orcs are cruel and bloodthirsty. On the contrary, they will think that they are hardworking, docile, and simple.

The orcs living in the human kingdom have almost lost their wild nature after generations of domestication.

All the orcs who dared to hurt people and disobeyed were killed, leaving only the orcs who knelt for food to multiply.

Relying on the blood and sweat of orc slaves, the noble lords in the interior can live a more luxurious life while reducing the exploitation of their subjects. The noble lords on the border dare not use orc slaves on a large scale, because they are too close to the northern continent, and the slaves can easily escape or be incited, becoming a hidden danger full of revenge...

"Xiao An, I can also lend you my manpower temporarily!"

As the four lolita came forward one after another, the problem of lack of manpower was immediately solved.

"It's useful to have more friends." Tai'an thought.

Beer Max Tavern.

A three-story building located outside the North Third Ring Road of the Royal Capital has a sign with a flashing magic light at the door. It also operates a pub and hotel accommodation business, and is highly praised by guests for its affordable prices.

In a guest room on the third floor, Tiniham was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The noisy sound broke through the barrier on the second floor and echoed in the room. Even the ground underfoot shook slightly. You can see how lively the pub downstairs is.

The fall of the fallen aristocracy is indeed a cause for celebration, and people's excitement is understandable.

It is absolutely impossible to be so noisy in normal times, otherwise the boss's hotel business will not be able to operate at all.

Tinyham has no soundproofing barriers. An environment that is too quiet makes it more difficult to calm down. His purpose in choosing this place was not for gain or concealment, but for the hope that the fireworks of the world could enrich his lonely heart.

Baihua Swordsman recalled the afternoon battle in his mind.

The succubus guard possessed by the Painful Girl has tricky and tricky methods that a simple warrior would never be able to deal with.

The most difficult thing about the opponent is the illusion that is close to reality. It can deceive even the five senses. It is mixed with real attacks, making it impossible to distinguish and impossible to guard against.

Whip shadows roared across the sky.

The moment Tinyham's mental perception discerned the real attack, he relied on instinct to dodge decisively.

It would be difficult for a warrior to tell the difference, but a spell caster would be unable to dodge...

A little slower and you'll fall into the familiar whipping rhythm of a damsel in pain. The body loses its ability to resist due to pain, and its mental strength will also be greatly affected, making it impossible to release spells normally. Until he is completely defeated or becomes her puppet. "Feel the pain!"

The long whip was swung, and the end made a supersonic explosion.

Tinyham found the right moment to thrust his sword, but it missed the mark.

The originally tall and burly strong woman turned out to be just a phantom!
Her true form is that of a petite woman less than 1.6 meters tall. Compared with the bloated body, it has ultimate flexibility.

The long whip attack is like a sea wave, continuous and continuous.

Tinyham either blocked or dodged. Although the opponent's attack was strange, his defense was also impeccable.

After all, he is the king of the arena who has experienced hundreds of battles, and his combat experience and skills are undoubtedly at the top level of human warriors.

Broken Grip!

The earth gave birth to a rocky hand trying to grab the petite woman.

Her figure dances like a light butterfly, and her movements are unpredictable.

One by one, the rocky hands kept missing, but one after another.

Earth bound!

Tinyham once again used a restrictive spell, doubling the gravity of the ground in a certain area around it.

However, it doesn't seem to have any impact at all.

The figure of the distressed girl was still as agile as before, and she commented with interest.

"Double cultivation of magic and martial arts! Your fighting skills are also excellent. You are indeed a rare talent. The value of slavery is even greater."

Tinyham held his sword flat and stared at his opponent, his mind as firm as a rock, unmoved by words or external objects. Strong opponents will only further arouse his fighting spirit.

A series of radiances of buffing magic lit up on the body, and the strength was improved to a new level in all aspects.

Feeling the threat, the girl in pain put away the relaxed expression on her face, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

Before Tinyham could take the initiative to attack, he swung the whip with all his strength.

Three consecutive layers of diamond-shaped shields exploded, and the whip's castration slowed down slightly.

Tiniham dodged sideways by a hair's breadth, and the silver flames surged out.

The pain girl also used mental shield to resist.

The combat momentum of the spell-breaking attribute is unstoppable and burns with mental power, easily tearing apart the opponent's defense.

The originally planned dodge action was delayed for a moment due to interference. As a result, by the time he reacted, the sword had mercilessly pierced his heart, causing a fatal penetrating injury.

"Very good! You are very good..." The painful girl vomited blood and backed away with a sad smile.

Victory, defeat, life and death are often just a matter of thought. A battle-hardened warrior never misses an opportunity to win.

"You are just killing my physical body, don't be too proud. From now on, I..."

Before the girl in pain could finish her harsh words, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman swung his sword coldly.

(End of this chapter)