I'm not that kind of orc

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"It's admirable...a simple little trick, but it almost hurt me. It's a pity that you should be used by me." He pulled the sword back as he said, and the sharp pain of cutting once again involved the nerves , "But this is the difference in strength. No matter how brave the lamb is, it is still just a lamb. It will always be the food of the wolf. I gave you the opportunity to grow minions, but you gave it up yourself."

The sword was pulled away from my wound, and the energy in my whole body was also drawn away. I felt that my soul seemed to be flowing away from the wound with the blood, making this body gradually become an empty shell.

My vision dimmed, as if my eyes were covered by a layer of black veil, I didn’t know when I fell on the ground, my legs could no longer support the weight of my body, only my arms and the battle ax I was leaning on were still barely supporting Seeing that I am not lying on the ground.

The voices of Feilan and Angelica sounded so far away, and the only thing I could clearly hear was my weak gasp exhaled from my mouth, as if I was counting the remaining time of my life.

"You're stupid...and stubborn...but you deserve a decent death."

The vague sound made me raise my head reluctantly, but I couldn't even see the face of the owner of the sound clearly, and I could barely make out the long sword that was slowly raised—the sword will be cut down without any suspense. my head.

As long as a soldier has breath, he should fight to the last moment.

I want to roar back with a roar, I want to stand up, I want to raise my battle ax to fight back... But I can't even move a finger.

What a fucking shame to say something like that and not be able to do it.

There is a limit to the will, and a body that has been completely deprived of strength cannot respond to the remaining fighting spirit, no matter how blazing it is.

It was always a cat-and-mouse game, and no matter how hard the mouse struggled, it couldn't kill the cat.

Every inch of my body became cold, and the cold that eroded all parts of my body numb my senses. In the end, even thinking became difficult. Before dying, it should be the most emotional time, but I only felt my own My mind is emptying a little bit.

I realized a little bit that the curse erodes not only the body, but also the spirit.

Why am I here and why am I fighting.

Can't remember...

"...God..."

Vaguely, I heard a melodious voice coming from afar, like a war song from the sky.

What is this, an auditory hallucination before death?

But whose voice is this?Why do I feel déjà vu?

What was left of my consciousness stubbornly kept me awake, and I waded through the deep waters of memory, trying to salvage fragments of the sound.

"I pray for your glory..." she was still shouting.

Ah, I remember...

I should remember... this is...

"Please grant me shelter!!!" This time, the hoarse shout came into my ears clearly.

It's not an auditory hallucination, it's Arsena's voice!

I woke up suddenly, and at the same time, the dazzling sky light fell, the light was dazzling, but not dazzling, it dispelled the darkness covering my eyes at once, and a warmth flowed into my stiff body, relieving the bone-piercing pain. Cold, I felt the hard touch of the handle of the ax in my hand again.

I can see, I see Alsace right in front of me, he is covering his eyes in pain and straining his body, he backs away slowly, as if the light that enveloped us and made me feel warm is burning his body .

"Mr. Bullock!" Althena's voice hit my eardrums, reminding me that now is the opportunity to win.

The body is still weak, but at least I can move now.

As long as a soldier has breath, he should fight to the last moment - now is the time to practice this sentence!

Victory or death!

The fiery fighting spirit rose again in my chest like a torch soaring to the sky. I roared sharply, and despite the pain on my shoulders, I dragged my heavy body to stand up. on his shoulders.

Although I couldn't see his face, I could feel his astonishment.

The pitch-black magic that wrapped around his body before had dissipated with that burst of explosion. This time the tomahawk easily broke through the shoulder armor and bit deeply into his body, cutting off his shoulder blades.

I listened to the clang of the battle ax smashing the shoulder armor, and at this moment, I really felt that this was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

Sure enough, it was exactly as I thought, even if he devoured countless creatures with the magic sword and armed himself with the magic of the abyss, this body is still in essence a human body based on Alsena as a model.

He bent his knees when he was hit, let out a heart-piercing wail from his mouth, and reflexively clung to the ax with his left hand, as if trying to pull out the ax blade that was deep in his body, but he was powerless.It's just that what gushes out from his wound is not bright red blood, but viscous magic power with a texture like quicksand. This dark magic power dyes the blade of the battle ax black.

After a while, he finally regained a bit of reason from the pain, and stabbed at my body randomly with the sword in his right hand, but I turned around first, and swung the tomahawk with all my strength to throw him away.

The ax left his wound, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, rolled around several times in embarrassment on the ground like a doll that was thrown out, and even the helmet was thrown out-it was really refreshing to watch.

This set of counterattacks almost drained all my strength, and the moment I felt relieved, I felt my legs go limp again.

I half-knelt down and propped myself up again with the battle ax on the ground.

Althea's holy light spell softened the curse that had seeped into my body a little, but it didn't completely lift it, it just made me shine again.The protection that Feilan had given me had already been dispelled with the sword that stabbed my shoulder, and the "Pale Palace" that has been occupying this space has also begun to absorb my strength little by little.

My body began to stiffen again, but I still tried my best to twist my neck and look at that figure.

Arsena, holding a sharp sword, stood there awe-inspiringly, with a gratified smile on her face: "Mr. Bullock, I'm here."

Her physical condition is still not very good, her face is pale and lacks blood, but her eyes are piercing, and she looks like a different person from before they parted.

"Good job." I said softly.

That's right, you've done a good job—not only for supporting me properly, but also for being here.

Overcoming one's own cowardice and choosing to face one's own mistakes.

That's right, Althea.

The moment I saw her figure, I finally realized that I had been expecting her to appear here.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. I always keep saying that I want to learn from you, but I haven't learned the most important things." She walked slowly and said in a firm voice, "You are right , things are only divided into what should be done and what should not be done, there are always some things that must be done, this matter is caused by me, and I should understand it with my own hands, if I choose to escape here, it will only become a lifetime of shame."

She stretched out her hand towards me from the air, a faint golden light enveloped my body, and the body eroded by the cursed chill seemed to be softened by the warm winter sun.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Viscous black magic power is still gushing out from the wound.

His hair was disheveled, his face was distorted, and he stared at us fiercely, like a ghost crawling out of the abyss, and he could no longer see the slightest calmness before: "I will kill all of you!"

"Please wait for a moment." Arsena said lightly, passed in front of me, and walked towards him with a sword in hand, "I'm going to get rid of him now."

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Arsena's footsteps were still somewhat vacillating, which made people feel worried.

But Alsace on the opposite side was not much better, with the wound that was fatal to ordinary people, his movement of standing up with the sword looked very difficult.

There are really things that cannot be killed by a single ax... It seems that even though the structure and strength are similar to human flesh, the body constructed with magic power still has something different.

Arsena approached him slowly, their gazes pinned together, like two lions scarred from fierce battles looking for each other's flaws, preparing for the final blow to bite each other's throat.

My hands and feet have not recovered to the state where I can move freely. I am sure that even if I want to help Alsena now, I will only get in the way.

I turned my gaze to the others, and Feilan looked similar to me, she was still trying to dispel the curse on her body, observing the scene with a surprised expression.

As for Angelica, I don’t know if it’s because I severely damaged the relationship with the caster. The swamp made of shadows under her has shrunk a lot, and her forelimbs can climb to the edge of the land. At least there is no need to worry about it. The whole body sank in.However, those dark shadow-like arms were still wrapped around her body and dragging her, it seemed that she would not be able to climb ashore for a while.

In the current situation, Arsena could only fight alone.

Alsace cast a vicious look at me who seriously injured him, and then locked on Arsena. I thought that another vicious curse would come out of his mouth soon, but in the end, all he said was this One sentence: "Why?"

"Why?" Arsena raised an eyebrow at him calmly.

"Why are you hindering me? I'm carrying out your wish! I'm only halfway there!" He raised his sword and shouted hysterically, "Using the living beings of this country as a step, we can climb to the pinnacle of power. At that time, our father and king will no longer have a reason to veto us, and we can even control the authority of the entire world!"

"It's just my father, okay? I don't remember having a brother like you." Arsena frowned displeased, and corrected seriously, "It's not my wish either, I never expected to go Sit on a throne of bones."

"The throne is not clean. If you want to ascend to a high position, there will always be something under your feet!" He began to preach his weird logic again.

"You really don't look like the 'perfect self' that I hoped for in my wish. Although I sometimes feel that I am a little bit off-line, you are really crazy." Al Sena pursed her lips, "When I picked up that sword, there was a voice whispering in my head all the time, give it everything, and it will fulfill all my wishes for me. How silly, you would actually listen to that suspicious voice and let it create you, a monster."

She glanced sideways in a certain direction—it was the place where the corpse was lying on the blanket, and she might have noticed it when she stepped into this open area.

There was a moment of sadness on her face, and then it became tense again, her expression was as hard as iron: "This matter must be resolved by me, and I have the responsibility to return you to nothingness."

"Just you?" Alsace gritted his teeth, his face was stern, like a ghost sucking blood, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the sword to his chest.

The fighting spirit rose to a critical point in an instant, and after only a moment of confrontation, the two tired lions rushed towards each other at the same time, biting together with the momentum of death.

Arsena slanted her sword upwards and slashed towards Alsace's jaw. Alsace slashed from top to bottom, took the sword down, and stabbed with his backhand, pointing directly at the opponent's throat.Arsena did not choose a hard block, but swung the sword in her hand with her wrist to hit the piercing black sword to deflect it.

The blades clashed several times in the blink of an eye. They slashed, stabbed, and blocked each other with their swords, and at the same time moved to avoid or look for each other's flaws.

It wasn't until this moment that I noticed how similar their swordsmanship was. When Alsace confronted me, the skillful but lacking practical combat skills were also inherited from Arsena. Although he was twisted by the desolate contract , but at the root they are still copies of Alsena, the two with the same faces and movements are like a pair of mirror images.

To break this balance requires additional advantages beyond combat skills.

At least, Arsena still has the upper hand right now, even if her physical condition is not very good, at least she is not injured.Although the serious injury to Alsace's shoulder miraculously did not kill him, it still caused the magic power maintaining his body to flow away continuously.

No, not only that.

I have noticed that the state gap between the two sides is gradually widening. He is also slashing with a sword, but his momentum is getting weaker and weaker, his attack frequency is getting lower and lower, and he is more and more in a passive defensive state.But Arsena fought more and more excitedly, every movement became smoother both offensively and defensively, her pale skin was filled with ruddy blood, and her originally vain footsteps gradually became calm and powerful.

It was Arsena who was getting stronger, and her physical condition was gradually recovering.

In a fight with swords, Alsace was defeated and pushed out by her forcefully.

The distance was opened to give both sides a chance to breathe. Arsena let out a long breath and adjusted her breathing. The sword was still firmly held in her hand, her posture calm.

On the other side, Alsace was looking at his body with a slightly frightened look.

Something was wrong with his body.

Now it's not just the wound on his shoulder that is losing magic power, black fine sand-like magic power is leaking out from the gaps in his armor.

His magical body is crumbling.

What came to my mind at this time was a sentence he explained to me in the past: "We share a soul, and this state cannot last for too long."

Now I really understand that he was born by the power of the sword and the wish of Alsena, as he said, he has a body, but not a complete soul.There is a certain connection between him, Arsena and that sword, he is like a wraith parasitic on Arsena, and Arsena sees each other's power, when he unscrupulously swipes the magic sword Strength, Arthena would become weak.But on the other hand, when Arsena ignited the consciousness of resistance and completely denied his existence, his power would begin to drain.

Arsena is his greatest nemesis, so the first thing he did after he took shape was to assassinate Arsena, because he had to completely occupy the other party's existence in order to survive in this world.

Indeed, as Alsena said, this distorted phantom named "Alsace" was born by her wish, and she should end it by herself. She is his best executioner!

Arsena strode forward with a horizontal sword in front of her, ready to strike.

At this time, Alsace raised the desolate contract in his hand above his head.

"I can't go on like this..." The expression on his face was ferocious, reminiscent of a wild beast fighting back when cornered.

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