I'm not that kind of orc

When the power of the weapon is activated, just holding it will feel the pain of the whole arm as if being bitten by a group of beasts. Except when the owner of the weapon cuts himself, everything else they cut will explode completely. Come on, even a light scratch can go deep to the bone, and the cut will bleed profusely and will not heal.

Leilogard rushed towards me again, I no longer blocked or counterattacked, just kept avoiding his blade and keeping a distance.

The giant blade with the shining coat of arms kept whistling, cutting through the air time and time again with astonishing momentum, and blasted a gully-like crack in the ground. This kind of powerful attack is bound to suffer considerable damage even if it is strenuously blocked. Not to mention a real hit.

I have no doubt that this big knife cut into my body wound can cut me in half like a table knife cuts cheese... No, I am afraid that the terrifying power will directly explode all the flesh, bones and internal organs near my wound into slag.

Now I deeply understand that the Berserker's coat of arms mentioned by Roland is actually a derivative power of black magic. The essence of abyss spells is to exchange power with a price, and the Berserker is to exchange for it with his own pain and blood. The most prominent feature of black magic is that as long as the price paid is enough, there is no upper limit to the power that can be obtained, so he can easily use this kind of power that exceeds the limit of the body.

I cannot bear any kind of injury, but I am not panic, this is not the first time I have experienced this kind of adversity.That magic sword - Desolation Contract, as long as it is scratched by it, the whole body will be eroded by a powerful curse.Not only that, the magic sword spirit that has absorbed the vitality of the entire forest can also call various weird and deadly spells at any time. When facing him at the beginning, it was like being surrounded by piles of poisonous snakes, and deadly threats were everywhere.Dealing with Relogard is actually much simpler. Facing him is like facing the most ferocious beast. Although it is equally deadly, as long as you focus on him, it is enough to avoid most threats.

"You bastard! What else are you going to do other than run away!?" Lerogarde, who failed to attack again and again, roared at the top of his lungs.

I didn't answer, holding the ax in my arms, and staring intently at the blade in his hand.

"Soldiers should die on the battlefield with honor, but you went to be a prisoner of war and survive!"

He continued to roar sharply, and the big knife swept across my head, and I sank down to hide.

"The six major tribes could have united together to completely eradicate the scourge that threatens us!"

He continued roaring and slashed towards my ribs, I took a big step back, and the blade was only a few inches away from me.

"And you ruined this opportunity! Traitor!"

He stabbed straight into my chest and I twisted so hard the blade missed.

The pain brought by the berserker's power seemed to make Lelogard become more and more manic. Every attack had the feeling of sacrificing his life. He didn't have the slightest defensive awareness to deal with the counterattack, but poured all his strength into the attack. .

Therefore, his series of vicious attacks actually showed his flaws many times, but I did not choose to fight back.

Berserkers exchange pain for strength, and the closer they are to death, the stronger they become.If my counterattack fails to knock him down completely, the wounds I leave will only bring me more trouble.

Originally, I could also paint the totem summoned by the beast soul on my body, and call out the beast soul to cooperate with myself while restraining the opponent in the battle, but it is meaningless to do so.

There is only one counterattack I need now, and that must be a deadly killer knife that can completely defeat Leilogard!

Once again I dodged his slash and watched as he sliced ​​through the hard rock, quickly pulling away from him.

"You really are a coward." He raised his face, and the contempt for me that I had been passively avoiding was clearly written on his face.

Then, he stared at me, turned the giant blade over, and pointed the blade at himself, with a hard expression on his face: "The ancestors... will prove me right!"

I realized what he was trying to do, and a chill ran through my body.

In the next second, he cut his chest open.

Blood flowed from the wound, and all the arms on his chest were lit up.The coat of arms on his chest seemed to be the main body of the coat of arms of the berserker on his body. The blood-red light spread along the coat of arms like a flame being lit along the fuel oil, and finally all the coat of arms on his body lit up.The severe pain made his muscles tense, and the blue veins burst out on his cortex like knotted poisonous snakes.

He let out a deafening growl, his eyes red with blood.

I continued to keep a distance from him in vigilance, holding the battle ax tightly and waiting.

But at the next moment, when he came straight to charge like a raging hoof ox, I still couldn't escape.

Because it's too fast.

As if in the blink of an eye, the giant blade moved in front of me, and a raging killing intent rushed over me.

For the first time, I was forced to choose to block, and swung my battle ax to receive the full blow from his berserker state.

The moment the metal hit, I felt as if some explosives had been tied to my axe and someone had detonated it. My wrist was like being placed on an iron felt, and someone hit me hard with a hammer. Very thrilling, according to the rules of life and death fighting, once the weapon is out of hand, it cannot be picked up again.

At the same time, I also lost my balance, but being prepared, I took a step back in time to relieve myself, so as not to be knocked down.But the impact still forced me to step back again and again, and it was hard for me to get a foothold.

The first thing I did when I got my footing was to take a big breath to slow myself down.

But Leilogard obviously didn't intend to give me much chance to breathe. He roared and charged again. This time, I just stood firm and still had no time to dodge. When the huge blade approached my chest, I could barely hold the tomahawk to my chest, taking the blow with the side of the axe.

Even so, the bursting impact was transmitted through the thick axe, and I felt like I was hit in the chest by a battering ram. My heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and all the air in my lungs was squeezed out.

Having fully aroused the power of the berserker, he has been deprived of part of his sanity by the pain all over his body, and has fallen into a frenzy of bloody battles to the death.His attacking movements are simple and rough. He doesn't see combat skills and moves at all. He just expresses his speed and strength, but it's enough to make me feel powerless to fight back.

To crush an insect to death, naturally there is no need to worry about any moves.

This time, I didn't react in time like before. My whole body floated in the air for a moment like a mouse kicked out, and then fell heavily to the ground.

I heard exclamations from the reviewing stand, and someone screamed my name.

But I didn't have time to pay attention to those, because I immediately heard the loud kicking sound as if the ground was about to be crushed not far away.

A sense of crisis surged through my body. Although my eyes hadn't had time to catch the opponent's figure, I realized that Relogard jumped up.

The body lying on the ground immediately moved, struggling to roll a few times to the side.

The next moment, Leilogard landed on my original position with the giant blade. The tip of the giant blade pierced down, and with a huge explosion, the rock and soil that was pierced shattered.

I got up from the ground, and my ears were a little ringing from the continuous explosions. I saw that Raylogard didn't immediately pursue him this time, and he was pulling out the giant blade that hit the ground—but this time Obviously, it doesn't take much effort, because the place where the knife point was inserted has been completely shattered.

Panting heavily, I slowly moved my gaze upwards. Now I am facing the reviewing table on the side of elves and humans. I saw Arsena, Angelica and Feilan lying on the railing, their bodies Leaning out this way and yelling something anxiously at me, but I couldn't hear it, and then my eyes continued to move up.

The stands of the reviewing platform are stepped, and I quickly noticed the abrupt figure at the height of the reviewing platform.

Princess Alisa.

When everyone else was standing in the bottom row closest to the venue and watching, she was the only one standing high and looking at this side, with her hands clasped in front of her chest as if praying.

From this distance, I can still see her eyes flickering uncomfortably in worry.

You've always cared about others like this...

But, Your Highness, that expression that looks like you're about to cry...

It really doesn't suit you at all.

Lerogard charged at me again, swinging the horizontal knife in a circle and slashing towards my right shoulder.

This time, facing the giant blade slashing in an arc, I neither dodged nor blocked.

Instead, he chose to close his eyes.

At the same time I loosened the grip on my fingers and threw the tomahawk aside.

Enough is enough, it's over...

The next moment, with the explosion that shook my head, my eyes turned blood red.

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (10)

The blazing white light flickered in front of me, followed by a bang that almost shattered the eardrums.

The light was so intense that I felt like I was facing the midday sun with my eyes closed. The strong light directly shone through my eyelids, making my vision a blood red.

The blood red was fleeting.

Then, I opened my eyes.

There was a commotion from the reviewing desks on both sides, and I caught a glimpse of many people covering their eyes.

Standing frozen like a statue, Relogard stood in front of me. The muscles of his body and face were tense unnaturally, and his skin was covered with branch-like burning marks. I smelled a The smell of burnt flesh.The swung broadsword stopped in mid-air, only a few inches away from me.It looks very thrilling, but in fact, I have never worried that this giant blade can really cut me.

Because no matter how fast you enter the knife, even if you describe it as fast as lightning, it is impossible to be faster than lightning.

This time when he was slashing towards me, I used shaman magic to summon a powerful thunderbolt from the thunderclouds all over the sky, and it hit him directly.

In fact, shaman spells are very unsuitable for duel duels. Shaman spells rely on the caster to guide the elements that exist naturally. This spell casting often takes a long time, especially lightning strike spells, and can directly use magic power to transform or The elves who control thunder and lightning are different. We can only slowly guide the natural elements to gather thunderclouds, and then guide the power from them.

Originally, at my level, it was impossible to complete these processes in such a short period of time.But today's duel venue is different. In order to demonstrate to the elves here, Lelogard has been asking the shamans of the tribal alliance to summon a large thundercloud to cover the entire defense area.

This is the deadly ultimate move I have been brewing. I have been working hard to establish a connection between the spirit and the elements since the beginning of the duel.

I can't gather thunderclouds yet, but I can still guide a powerful thunderstorm from the turbulent thunderclouds above my head. The tide-like elements are rushing over my head. All that needs to be done is to draw a scoop out of that tide for your own use.In front of such a huge amount of elements, even I, who has little experience in spellcasting, can induce a thunderbolt that is far more powerful than natural lightning.

In order to prevent myself from being accidentally injured by the lightning falling so close, I threw away the metal ax in my hand that might lead to electric current.

According to the rules of life and death, I have lost that weapon and cannot pick it up again.

But I no longer need it.

Leilogard did not lose consciousness, on the contrary, he seemed to wake up a lot from the bloodthirsty rage after being pierced by electric current.His face contorted, clearly trying to move his body, but to no avail.

The damage caused by falling lightning is different from ordinary knife trauma. The electric current will directly penetrate the whole body, damage the nerves, penetrate the internal organs, and at the same time make the muscles of the whole body stiff and convulsive.No matter how powerful he was, it would be difficult for him to move a completely paralyzed body, just like a siege machine whose gears and transmissions were completely destroyed, no matter how hard he pushed its power plate, it would still be unable to move.

To him, this could already be regarded as a fatal injury, and it was a fatal injury that completely deprived him of his ability to move. If he couldn't drive his body, the power of a berserker would be meaningless.

But Leilogard was still trying to move while enduring the damage and pain caused by the lightning strike, his body trembling because of the forced force.

"Enough!" I looked at him and said calmly, "You've already lost."

What responded to me was the look in his eyes that seemed to be endlessly imposing, and the already silenced roar that he squeezed out of his throat with difficulty: "It's... not... finished..."

"You're done!" Without hesitation, I raised my foot and kicked him hard in the chest, kicking him to the ground hard.

Then I jumped up to hold him down and punched him in the face.

Without a weapon, I still have fists.

I punched Lerogarde fiercely in the face one after another, and for the first time formally vented the anger that had been suppressed in my heart.

"What do you bastard know? What are you trying to live on! I'm enduring humiliation for my own tribe!" My roar echoed throughout the training ground.

Next, I punched Relogard's side face with an uppercut, "You don't know how much I've been wronged in this fucking country? You think I live comfortably here Huh!?"

The commotion scene suddenly became silent.

"Do you know how much trouble those fucking elves, and humans... have been causing me?" I waved away the hand that was holding the sword that Rylogard had tried to raise, and turned my backhand to his Another punch in the face.

? "Finally achieved the goal, and you sons of bitches came here again to make trouble..."

I caught a glimpse of the surprised expressions of the orc representatives on the reviewing table on the other side.

"Is it true that I have no temper?"

I continued to punch him in the face. The hard bones and exposed fangs made my fist hurt, but I continued to punch him without hesitation.

"Trying so hard to consider everyone, you still think of me as a traitor and a coward? Eat shit, you idiots!"

The last punch seems to have finally knocked out the last trace of Relogard's sense of resistance. He passed out completely in a dizziness, and the muscle spasms seemed to have eased. Power's arm lay on the ground like a dead snake, his five fingers loosened, and the big knife that had been tightly held in his hand rolled out of his hand.

I stood up, panting heavily, and it seemed that the only sound left in the whole scene was my panting.

ended.

Then, an old voice sounded from the end of the field: "Relogard Shouya has no more fights, the winner is Brock Bloodaxe!"

I looked over and saw the old chief standing there, and Roland was not far beside him, with a soft smile on his face.