I am a god in another world

"Back off!" Bloodclaw waved at his guards, asking them to move away.

Both of them were over eight meters tall. If they started fighting, it would be earth-shattering, but the scope of the fight would definitely not be small.

Not only the hobgoblins, but also the orcs and trolls from the Troll Tribe, who withdrew immediately. They knew their chief's fighting style very well. Once he got excited or violent, he would not care about anything and would even kill his own people.

Bloodclaw walked into the field while pulling out his super-large longsword.

As the longsword was unsheathed, the surrounding fire elements immediately entered a highly active state and gathered towards it from all directions.

With a heavy swing, the super-large longsword burned with a whoosh and turned into a flaming sword.

This sword is called the Mithril Blade, which was tailor-made for the legendary blacksmith, Chief Jiharin, and is definitely the pinnacle of the mortal world.

It has four magical properties: sharp, flame explosion, enemy breaking and pursuit.

Sharpness and Flame Explosion, the two major abilities need no further explanation, one is to make it sharper, and the other is to give it additional fire damage.

The ability to destroy enemies is very directional, indicating that this weapon is specially made for a certain creature and has a restraining effect. It may be the shape, or it may be attached with targeted toxins, or it may be just the magic power.

Anyway, once hit by it, it will cause additional magic damage. The enemy target of this long sword is orcs.

Pursuit gives it an ability similar to acceleration, allowing it to have a faster speed during the swinging process, and the effect is similar to adding an extra hit.

In any case, the directional nature of this fine gold enemy-destroying sword is too strong.

The fire damage caused by the flame explosion can restrain the regeneration ability of the trolls.

Destroying enemies is specifically aimed at orcs.

These two items can be touched by half-beast trolls, plus it is sharp and fast.

King Ulkuna looked at it with undisguised greed, and added: "We have one more bargaining chip, the weapons of both sides... whoever wins, the other side's weapons belong to him!"

In comparison, the orc giant axe in his hand was obviously inferior.

It was rough in style, rough in workmanship, and black all over, like a huge rough block, cast raw.

As the king of the beast demon tribe, Ulkuna couldn't hold an ordinary thing.

It exuded coldness all over, and a large amount of ice elements were gathering around it, mixed with strands of scarlet power.

It had at least the dual abilities of ice explosion and blood light.

"Okay." Blood Claw readily agreed.

This deal that seemed to be a big loss to him was not necessarily a real loss.

His fine gold sword had a super large size and contained magical factors.

Its body was actually a large half-handed sword, and the fine gold characteristics were also given by General Gavin using fine gold magic, and the actual material was fine gold alloy.

The orc troll's was different. It should be a standard super-large weapon. Most of its magical properties were piled up by materials - it was a huge piece of cold iron.

In the hands of the legendary blacksmith, he would definitely reshape it into four or five high-quality large cold iron weapons, or a dozen medium-sized weapons.

The significance of the size of magic weapons is mainly to cooperate with various transformation spells. They can change within a certain range by default.

For example, a medium-sized one can be transformed into a small or large one, while a small one can only be transformed into a super small or medium one, and so on.

If Blood Claw gains other giant-changing abilities and allows himself to enter the giant, his fine gold sword will not change with it, and can only be used as an inconvenient dagger.

"Frank! I like straightforward people!" The orc troll laughed and strode towards Blood Claw.

With the force of the charge, the cold iron orc giant axe chopped down heavily.

No one dared to question the power of this axe.

Big body and strong power are not a disadvantage.

Even if an ordinary person has a body of eight meters, his strength will increase sixteen times, and one punch is enough to kill a cow.

Not to mention King Urkruna, a gifted and well-trained legendary orc warrior, his strength and physique are definitely legendary.

Blood Claw didn't fight him at all, and suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding his edge and going around his flank.

The adamantium sword swung down heavily at the right arm of the half-beast troll, ready to cripple one of its hands first.

Bang!

The half-beast troll, who was in a charging posture, suddenly kicked the ground heavily and stopped the charging posture. Not only did he not dodge, but he rushed forward to meet the blood claw and the adamantium sword.

Puff!

This sword made a solid cut.

However, the slashing position changed from the shoulder to the thick shoulder of Urkruna.

The sharp adamantium sword was like slashing ten layers of old cowhide leather stacked together, and the slashing felt extremely awkward.

After breaking it, the thick muscle layer that was already fully engorged and bulging was already waiting there.

These muscle layers seemed to have their own consciousness, constantly trembling, forming a unique squeezing force, and forcibly dispersing most of the adamantium sword's slashing power.

After cutting it, it was already very difficult, and when it hit the thick bones of the half-beast troll, it had no strength to go deeper.

When the physical force is exhausted, it is the time for the magic power to take effect.

The flame on the sword, which had been restrained to the extreme, suddenly exploded completely, making a sizzling sound, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of barbecue.

The soldiers of both sides, who had been traveling all night, were already hungry, and smelling this smell made them even hungrier.

Blood Claw, who succeeded in one strike, not only did not show the slightest joy, but on the contrary, he was shivering and instinctively raised his left hand in front of him.

It was too easy to succeed.

It made people suspect that this was a trap, a special tactic of the enemy.

Blood Claw's suspicion was correct. The half-beast troll's head had already turned halfway around, and he laughed hideously at him, and he seemed to be able to clearly smell the strong stench coming from his big mouth, "I got hit!"

The opponent seemed to feel no pain on his back at all, and his left hand, which was ready to strike, chopped heavily.

This hand is very similar to those of the trolls, with long black nails that are naturally curved, like five razor daggers, shining with a strong metallic luster. You can smell the fishy smell from a long distance, which makes people very suspicious whether it is poisoned.

It collided with the left arm raised by Blood Claw to block, and the sound it made was very similar to the slashing of the fine gold sword.

It easily tore through Blood Claw's armor, skin and muscles, and went straight into the bone marrow.

Blood Claw only felt a tingling sensation at the place where he was hit, and half of his arm lost feeling instantly.

The half-beast troll really poisoned his nails, and it was a strong paralyzing toxin.

He secretly cried out in his heart that it was not good, and Blood Claw instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that the fine gold sword did not move at all.

The muscles where it cut were squeezed from all directions, forming a terrifying bulge, like a big hand holding it tightly, not letting it pull away. The ugly face of the half-beast troll was full of pride and teasing, "It's mine."

This situation of using one's own body as a weapon to capture the enemy is not unique, but it is definitely rare.

At least it exceeded Blood Claw's expectations and caught him off guard.

Blood Claw is not an ordinary person, with extremely rich combat experience. Seeing that his left hand is paralyzed, he can't pull the fine gold enemy-breaking sword out of the opponent's body with his right hand alone, so he simply bumped into him and changed from pulling to pushing.

With the help of the terrifying weight of the super-large body, he stabbed most of the fine gold enemy-breaking sword diagonally into the back of the half-beast troll.

In this way, it is indeed more difficult for Blood Claw to pull it out of the opponent's body, but the opponent can't take it out by his own strength to deal with Blood Claw. This position is tricky, and it is difficult for the half-beast troll to use force, especially when it is in pain.

He just has a high resistance to pain, not no pain at all, which can be seen from his ferocious and angry face.

Orc warriors like them usually have the ability to be violent in pain. They will turn pain into a kind of power, but the body's instinctive reaction is sometimes not under their control.

The more painful it is, the tighter the muscles will be.

At the same time, Blood Claw's thoughts were infused into one of the magic rings. The white light of positive energy enveloped his whole body and finally gathered on his left arm. Wisps of black mist floated out from it, emitting a faint stench, which was exactly the same as the smell on the claws of the half-beast troll.

Neutralize toxins, a fourth-ring spell.

One of the necessary means for advanced melee professions.

It is not only the casters who arm themselves with spells. As long as the financial resources allow, advanced melee professionals will also consider all aspects, not leaving themselves with fatal blind spots, and avoid being controlled to death on the battlefield.

As his left arm regained some feeling, Blood Claw took the opportunity to swing his fists and launched a violent attack on the Orc Troll, focusing on his right half of the body, especially his right arm.

The fine gold sword embedded in the back of the Orc Troll did not cause fatal damage to him, but it obviously began to affect his movements.

Whenever he was about to attack with his right arm, under the stimulation of severe pain, his movements were involuntarily twisted and deformed, unable to form an effective attack or block.

One hand is no match for two fists.

When the poison in Blood Claw's left hand was gone and the attack was no longer restricted, the Orc Troll, whose right hand was still restricted, immediately began to have loopholes in his defense, and from time to time a punch would hit his body directly.

While organizing the defense, the half-beast troll mocked loudly: "Come on, your attack is not as powerful as the orc woman, didn't you have breakfast? Haha... I forgot, you really didn't have breakfast..."

For the fine gold sword behind him, King Urkrus really didn't have a good way for a while, this was a physical restraint.

He had a certain control over his muscles, but he was not to the extent of forcing a long sword out of his body.

The blood claw's attack was not affected by the half-beast troll's taunting at all, and he still attacked his right half of the body very rhythmically, even though his hammering was a bit like scraping to the opponent.

The half-beast troll can be said to have the advantages of orcs and trolls in one body, with a terrible thick skin and flesh. The bombardment on his body felt a bit like beating a drum, making a huge roar, but there was not much killing effect, and the power was dispersed by his thick skin and strong muscles.

He also possessed the terrifying recovery ability of a troll. Bruise wounds would heal themselves very quickly, except for the fire burn wounds caused by the fine gold sword, which would heal very slowly.

The troll's regenerative ability is afraid of fire and acid, and can effectively temporarily suppress this ability.

This is also the reason why the half-beast troll took the bloodclaw's fine gold enemy-breaking sword forcefully away at the cost of injury.

His plan was half successful.

The fine gold enemy-breaking sword was indeed captured, but it was turned into a pair of shackles.

"break!"

Bloodclaw suddenly shouted and punched the half-beast troll's right arm hard.

"That's it...ah..." The half-animal troll instinctively wanted to taunt, but before the words came out of his mouth, it turned into a scream uncontrollably.

This attack from Blood Claw is not heavy, and there is no way to break through its thick natural defense.

What was terrifying was a force gathering from all directions.

The source of these powers is Blood Claw's seemingly inconspicuous attacks before.

The power contained in an attack is very limited, but it cannot withstand large numbers.

Urcluna didn't care at all about the Blood Claw's attacks before. In order to show the strength of his body, he did not dodge many of the dodgeable attacks and directly resisted or parried them.

Among them, the right half of the body, especially the right arm, is the focus of the opponent's attack.

When this force suddenly gathered, his bones began to tremble uncontrollably. The muscles attached to the bones had the illusion of being torn off, completely twisted and gathered together, forming several steel-like structures. Hard, firm muscle knots.

It is difficult for people who have not experienced it personally to understand this kind of pain.

The half-beast troll could no longer hold the cold iron orc giant ax and let go.

But before it hit the ground, Blood Claw grabbed it in his hand, and with his backhand struck the half-beast troll's right knee with an axe.

Click!

The ax struck a solid half-beast troll who was still immersed in pain, unable to effectively dodge at all.

The results can be imagined.

His muscles and thick skin could not cover these joints. They twisted on the spot and made a terrifying breaking sound. His own terrifying weight was the best weapon and could easily cause secondary damage to him.

King Urcluna's reaction was also clean and neat. He fell to the ground, used his hands and feet, and jumped towards his camp.

Seeing that something was not going well, those noble trolls immediately pressed forward, showing off their razor-like claws, and guarded the half-beast trolls, assuming a posture that if the bloody claws killed them all, they would completely tear them apart. .

The hobgoblins behind Bloodclaw heard the wind and moved forward, all following him and pressing up.

"I surrender!" the half-animal troll shouted as he climbed up from the ground.

If he doesn't speak out, the two sides are likely to get angry. With his movements restricted, he will definitely suffer a big loss and become the priority target of the opponent.

He was now very afraid of the explosive attack that Blood Claw had just done, which was directly aimed at bones and flesh, and could effectively bypass external armor.

It is simply the deadly nemesis of the trolls, and coupled with their fire weapons, it can definitely cause a lot of damage to them.

The other party chose to start the war again, and it turned out that they had something to rely on.

"My sword!" Bloodclaw took another step forward.

Now the bet is in his hands, and the adamantine enemy-breaking sword is still on the shoulder of the half-beast troll.

"Pull it out!" Urcluna said to the nearest noble troll.

laugh!

The noble troll held the sword with both hands and tried hard, but he couldn't pull it out.

In the fierce confrontation between the two sides just now, the adamantine enemy-breaking sword was embedded deeper into the body of the half-beast troll.

"Trash!" Urcluna roared angrily, "Harder!"

It was obvious that the blow just now caused him a lot of pain.

roar!

This aristocratic troll had a slightly skinny body, with all the muscles bulging high. With a roar, he finally pulled out the super-large fine gold enemy-breaking sword, and blood suddenly spurted out five meters high, like a column of blood-colored water. fountain.

The half-beast troll snatched the adamantine enemy-defeating sword, threw it out, and said: "I am willing to admit defeat, and we will proceed according to your plan.

You take the Gnoll Queen, and the rest is ours. "

As he spoke, he hugged his right leg and used it to break it. There was a click and the twisted part was straightened by him.

Then he used his sharp claws to dig at the wounds on his shoulders and back, further widening the scars caused by the Adamantine Enemy-Breaking Sword, and a large amount of flesh and blood was torn off abruptly.

The strange thing is that after all this trouble.

Instead, the blood stopped gushing out, and granulation sprouted out visibly to the naked eye, and began to automatically repair the wound.

This is the regeneration ability of the troll bloodline taking effect.

The same is true for his legs. After straightening, the recovery from the injury will be accelerated.

"It's refreshing." Blood Claw took back the adamantine enemy-breaking sword and corrected: "It's not the rest that belongs to you, but what you defeat before the end of our war belongs to you.

If you stand still and achieve nothing, then don't blame us. "

His purpose is to drag the Trolloc tribe into a state of war, so that they can safely raise troops against the Gnoll Queen.

"Okay." The half-animal troll didn't argue too much with him. Anyway, when the fight actually started, he had the final say. There was no point in talking about words.

"Then I wish the chieftain in advance that he can conquer a large territory. We will take our leave first." Bloodclaw waved his hand and slowly retreated with his spoils.

The half-beast trolls did the same thing. Both sides breathed a sigh of relief only after they could no longer see each other.

Facing such an unstable and evil ally, it is never too careful. It is common for them to suddenly turn against each other and kill each other.

"The general's plan is too idealistic." Bloodsworn warlord Thomas questioned, "What if Ulkruna does not follow the plan just agreed upon and send troops to other tribes on the Giant Plains, but waits until we are involved in a war with the werewolf queen and then attacks us?" (End of this chapter)