I'm not that kind of orc

Seeing Roland like this, the old chief just nodded to her: "This child is under your care."

Hey, don't continue the conversation so naturally with a knowing expression on your face, okay, no matter how you look at this situation, you should make complaints about it?

"Brock, I'm very worried about you." The old chief looked at me who pushed Roland's head away and said, "You challenged Raylogard, to be honest, I think it's not considered. "

"You think so too?" I wasn't too surprised that the old chief would say that.

"Leilogard climbed to the position of chieftain from a low-level fighter who relied on his strength to build prestige. He is the strongest berserker of the Shouya clan. His age is close to the peak of his physical ability, and his combat experience is also relatively high. You are richer... child, it is really...too dangerous for you to fight a 'life-and-death battle' with him!" The old chief shook his head and sighed, "This burden should not be borne by you."

"No, chief, it's my choice." I responded firmly.

"The matter has come to this, I can only do some things within my power, let me bless your weapon." The old chief moved his eyes to the tomahawk on the table, "Is this your weapon... um ?”

His pale eyebrows touched, and then he exclaimed softly: "This is not an ordinary battle axe, I can feel the power contained in it."

"This is the weapon I made for him, but he insists on refusing to use the spell on it now, Mr. Chief, why don't you persuade this elm head as well?" Roland folded his hands in his arms and pointed at me with one hand. .

"But, Brock, you should have never been trained to sense this kind of power... Wait!" He stared at me, his eyes widened as if he had suddenly realized something, "The breath of your living fire and It's different before, this is... only shamans have breath."

"Yes, I learned a little shamanism here." I explained to the old chief.

"Have you learned shamanism? Who taught you? I wanted to teach you...you never wanted to learn it." The old chief had a hurt expression on his face.

"It was I who taught him shamanism, Lord Chief." Roland interjected with a smile and replied, "Please don't blame him, after all, Brock is also a normal male in his youth, and he has this tendency to choose teachers. You should give understanding—”

"Fart! It's clear that you coaxed and coaxed me to learn it, okay?" I finally couldn't help it, stared at her and pointed at the door of the room, "Enough, time is almost up, hurry up."

"Eh? Are you still thinking about that kind of thing before going on stage?" Roland pretended to be shy.

"I'm going to change clothes and get ready to play, so hurry up and get out for me!"

"Oh, we've all progressed to that point, it's just a change of clothes, why are you so shy..."

"Get out!" I yelled loudly.

"It's nice to be young." Faintly, I heard the old chief beside me sigh with emotion.

After 10 minutes, I changed into a loincloth, smeared incense ointment and totem on my body, pushed open another door at the end of the maintenance room, walked through the long corridor and stepped into the training ground as the duel venue.

Suddenly, I stood at one end of the open field and looked around. As I thought, the elves and humans occupied one side of the reviewing platform, and the other side was the representative of the orc side, and the war drummer was occupied by the representative of the orc. The battle drums were beating vigorously on the sidelines of the review stand, and several orc warriors lined up symmetrically with the drummer as the center. The thunderclouds have been entrenched in the sky of the defense area. After all, Leilogard has been planning to declare war on Seidian from the beginning to the end.

Raylogard hadn't played yet, so I walked slowly to the boundary of the field.

"Brock!"

"Mr. Bullock! Look this way!"

Immediately, familiar voices came from the side of the reviewing table occupied by humans and elves.

I turned my head and saw Angelica and Arsena lying on the railing of the stand and waving desperately at me. Feilan was also standing next to them with her arms folded, her eyes widened when she saw me.

I approached, looked up at Angelica, and then at Feilan: "You two are here too."

"Brock, things... I've heard about it, come on!" Angelica clenched her small fists towards me.

"Wow, what a magnificent muscle!" Alsena yelled with bright eyes, "Mr. Bullock, come here a little bit more! Come closer and let me see!"

This girl is really the same as always.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself!" Wikas, who was standing behind her, had a headache on his face.

"Hey, hey, let me tell you... what kind of dress are you wearing?" Feilan blushed, turned her face away, looked sideways at me and quickly looked away, "Isn't it too revealing?"

"Do you have any opinion on the traditional dueling attire of our orcs?" I puffed up my breasts indifferently, "It's not the first time I've seen you with my upper body exposed, why are you so shy?"

"Shut up, pervert! Don't make it sound like we have a special relationship!" Feilan cursed over with a blushing face.

"That's right, in an orc duel, you have to take off your shirt." Angelica tilted her head, turned to look at Arsena, and said casually, "That's why you were... Strip it off!"

Stripped off by him...

Stripped...

The scene suddenly froze because of this sentence.

"Ann, Miss Angelica?" Arsena panicked.

"Naked?" At the same time, Wikas, who was standing behind her, said, "Your Highness, what's going on?"

An unprecedented cold voice.

"No, it's not! Mr. Wikas!" Arsena turned around with a serious face and wanted to explain, but suddenly twitched again, unable to speak a complete sentence, "That matter, actually ...Uh...no, it's not Mr. Brock's fault...that...it's me..."

With an extremely cold expression, Wikas moved his gaze to me.

"Please don't be impulsive, there are deep reasons for this matter!" I raised my hand to explain.

However it was of no use.

Wikas' cheeks twitched slightly, and blue veins protruded under his skin. At the same time, his body and arms began to swell slowly, and the thick black animal hair broke through his skin.

"Mr. Wikas!?" Alsena exclaimed.

Vikas suddenly jumped up and threw himself on the railing, his whole head turned into a huge black wolf.

Unlike the female werewolves who only grow wolf ears when they are not completely transformed, the male werewolves will turn their entire head into a beast shape in this state, and their upper body will grow animal hair. Well, I learned it.

"Damn it! You really dare to do it! You dare to do this kind of thing to our Highness... Are you going to go to a duel? Come on, let me accompany you to practice first? Ohhhhhhhhhh !!!”

He roared in a rougher voice than usual, and his huge claws grabbed the railing as if he was about to turn over.

The reason why he didn't really turn over was because Arsena grabbed the hem of his coat anxiously from behind: "Mr. Wikas, stop! Calm down!"

I don't think Alsena's strength can really pull her back, probably because Wikas himself was worried that she might be involved, so he didn't act rashly.

...I feel like I'm going to have a big problem to solve after this duel.

At this moment, the sound of the drums suddenly became more intense, and I realized that this change of rhythm meant that both sides of the duel had arrived, and I turned my head to look at the other side of the field.

Relogard, who wore only a loincloth like me, walked into the arena with a huge war blade on his shoulder.

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (8)

After seeing each other, Lerogard and I walked towards the center of the field in the opposite direction without a word. The shaking drum seemed to go straight to the soul, with strange magic power, guiding the fighting spirit in the chest to continue to rise.

After taking off my clothes, I could see the gap between myself and Relogard more intuitively. His height was not much different from mine, but those hilly muscles made him look bigger than me.The crests of those berserkers not only covered his chest and arms, but also extended to his back.

I noticed that Raylogard's expression and eyes were obviously much calmer than mine - he may have participated in more than one life-and-death battle.

I have participated in many ordinary duels, but it is the first time in my life that I have fought a life-and-death fight with a human being.

He and I stood at a distance, staring at each other, and then we solemnly raised our respective weapons to the sound of the drums, and beat the other hand to our chest, and then we put down our weapons and stood with our feet apart, knees slightly bent , After performing these ritual postures, the orc warriors lined up beside the battle drum suddenly roared in unison, and followed the rhythm of the war drum, and smashed their long-handled weapons towards the ground.

At the same time, Leilogard and I also shouted at each other. We stomped continuously to the rhythm of war drums and distant warriors punching the ground with weapons, and danced the ancestor worship common to every tribe with a sense of ritual. The battle dance, the movements are as neat as a mirror image.

When we finished the last chest-beating action and gave out the battle cry, the sound of the war drums was interrupted, and the soldiers in line stopped their movements with the last shout, and the soul-stirring sounds and rhythms stopped abruptly. The son quieted down.

It was like the moment of calm before the storm.

I can feel the sights around me, the tense sights seem to be intertwined into a net, densely distributed around my body, and the fighting spirit in my heart has reached its peak following the ceremony just now, I can clearly feel To the mighty beating of the heart in the chest.

Both Raylogard and I sank down, gripping our weapons tightly.

Then, the high-pitched horn that represented the beginning of the duel was sounded. The moment the sound sounded, Relogard and I roared and rushed towards each other with the weapons in our hands. The clash of battle axes and broadswords became the The signal for the official start of the duel.

The blades of the weapons bit into each other, and we wrestled against each other against them, tacitly testing each other's strength this first round.

The bitten weapon trembled under the squeeze of the two forces, but it was delicately stabilized in one position. It looked evenly matched, but in fact I knew very well that Relogard's strength was far more than that.

He has not yet activated the power of the Berserker's crest.

Lerogard leaned over slightly, put his body weight on the weapon, and at the same time moved his face closer, and sneered at me through the two weapons: "For Igna's sake, I can show mercy Some, save your life, let you end this so-called 'life-and-death struggle' with sound hands and feet. After all, I don't think it should be difficult, kid!"

The sarcasm was extremely arrogant, but I didn't waver, but retorted without hesitation: "You started to find reasons for losing the duel so soon? You have more brains than I thought."

There is no need to say more, you just need to use all means to defeat the opponent within the rules-with the determination to even kill the opponent.

I withdraw power suddenly and dodge to the side at the same time, hoping that he will fall forward due to the sudden loss of support with his weight on the weapon, and then I can use this to find an opportunity to attack.But the experienced Lerogarde reacted in time. Almost at the same time as I withdrew my strength, he also let go of his strength, retracted his center of gravity, adjusted his posture, and turned around and swung a big knife and slashed at me .

His offensive shot was faster than mine, and before I even swung the tomahawk, his broadsword flew in front of me. I reflexively gave up the attack, hit his broadsword with the challenge axe, and raised the broadsword upwards.

After the attack was deflected, his movement of adjusting his posture was obviously half a beat slower. It seemed that this was a perfect opportunity to launch an attack, but I didn't bite the hook - it was absolutely impossible with the reaction he showed just now and the speed of his attack Such flaws were exposed at this time.

I am very clear that the old chief's advice is correct. In terms of combat skills alone, Relogard is indeed stronger than me. Not only does he have a slight advantage over me in terms of age and physical condition, but he also has better combat experience than me.So facing him, I will not be careless in the slightest.

Strength is certain, but there are always variables in winning or losing. I need to find that opportunity.

We waved our weapons at each other, and we alternated several rounds of offense and defense, and this time, I deliberately sold an opening, deliberately turned around and swung the battle axe, and of course Relogard dodged it.

Then Leilogard took the bait, caught me at this moment when it was difficult to turn my body due to the inertia of the tomahawk, and slashed towards my shoulder with a broad knife horizontally.

He is indeed rich in combat experience, but I can feel the arrogance in his heart against me. He knows the gap between the two sides as well as I do. This sense of superiority is difficult for him to erase.

I did have a hard time turning my body back to pull the tomahawk, but I was prepared for it.Taking advantage of the time when his abdomen was wide open with the big knife horizontally, I raised my kick and kicked him directly in the stomach.

He didn't expect this kick, and was forced to take a few steps back with a muffled sound, but reflexively put the weapon in front of him.

I noticed that his face just twitched a bit after the kick in the stomach, not contorting much.

He is very used to the pain, so he reacted immediately, so the pursuit would not take advantage of it, so I just stood there looking at him, and forced a mocking smile at him.

For a moment he was irritated, and his eyes shone with terror, but then he didn't rush straight over as I expected, but stared at me closely, and stretched out his empty left hand to the one in his hand. The huge blade was wiped on it, and the sharp giant blade immediately cut open the skin of his palm. The wound seemed to be as deep as the muscle, and the hand was filled with blood in an instant.Seeing this scene, I felt an inexplicable pain in the palm of my hand, but his expression didn't change at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lerogard smeared the blood in his hand on his right arm holding the weapon. The coat of arms on the right arm was immediately activated by the blood, glowing blood-red, sucking it from his palm. The coat of arms of the bloody giant blade also lit up—it was this exaggeratedly powerful sword that smashed the deer village in one fell swoop.

Then, he roared, and his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, which made him look at me a little more fiercely.

I picked up the ax and took a stance.

Leilogard has learned a lesson from the defeat of a move just now, and put away the contempt for me.Now, he regards me seriously as an opponent, and has activated his trump card—the power of the berserker.

Next, he waved his bloodstained activated right arm and rushed towards me dragging the giant blade.

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (9)

With a powerful kick, Lerogarde's burly body leaped high, and the exaggeratedly sized giant blade was raised above his head and slashed straight at my face.

For a moment, I almost had to habitually raise the battle ax above my head to resist the blow, but immediately a picture flashed through my mind--Raylogard used that giant blade to slash and explode The deer village on the border of the elves, and my body is obviously not stronger than that military fortification.I woke up, gave up blocking and dodged.

This choice was wise. When the straight blade almost fell on the ground in front of me who dodged, the hard rock ground exploded with a deafening crackling sound.

This is not just the effect of the sharp increase in Lerogarde's power after the activation of the Berserker's coat of arms. The giant blade that can also be activated by blood is obviously the exclusive weapon of the Berserker, with destructive power beyond common sense.

I have heard terrible rumors about the weapons of the berserkers. Among the berserkers, only the most elite can get weapons tailored for them by craftsmen. Power can be activated by touching blood.