Chapter Eighty-Eight: Death Match The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, in the eyes of the orc side, the Beamon giant beast is still killing all directions just now, but it didn't take long for it to be slaughtered by the human legend, and the human legend who was exhausted after the trick was immediately surrounded by the beast clan powerhouse, originally thought that the victory was decided, but in the blink of an eye, a burst of light suddenly released from the damn city wall, and then the strong man of the orc clan turned to be surrounded by more human warriors in a panic.
"Ahh Yes!
Yes!
An orc legend half-knelt on the battlefield, covering the wound in his abdomen and roaring angrily, in just one minute, his body had been made more than a dozen wounds by outlaw-like human warriors, even if the combat power of the legendary powerhouse is strong, without the support of the law, they are just a strengthened version of the orc swordmaster, the power level of this world is not absolutely suppressed, and the warriors above the great swordsman may bring damage to the swordmaster, under the siege of a group of human warriors who are at least the level of the great swordsman, After all, the legend of the orcs is invincible with two fists and four hands, although this strong man also killed several human warriors at the level of the Great Sword Master in the melee, but he also paid a terrible price for it.
A sword light flashed in front of the Orc Legend's eyes, and the Orc Legend instinctively waved his hand, and with a clang, a long sword shining with electric light was framed by the Orc Legend's big sword.
The fighting spirit of the thunder light and the blood-colored fighting spirit of the orc legend collided fiercely between the two swords, and the competition between the long sword and the two-handed big sword was not dominant, but the owner of the long sword, Duke Angry Thunder, did not seem to intend to give up, and this Duke even had the strength to care about the opponent's situation at the moment.
"Are you going to use one hand to continue this with me?"
Duke Angry Thunder asked the orc legend condescendingly with his sword in both hands.
"Human!
What kind of evil methods did you use!?
Why is my power gone!?
The orc legend asked, panting as he clutched the wound in his abdomen.
"Your strength?
You're wrong, that's the power of the world.
Legends are just some arrogant thieves, as a thief naturally have the consciousness of a thief, sooner or later the owner will come to the door, and now what we are doing is to let the owner come here in advance, so that everyone is equal, right?
Duke Thunder explained to the Orc Legend in a very calm and elegant tone on this crazy battlefield.
"But you've also lost your power."
The Orc Legend struggled to his feet, but the weight of his injuries and the strength of the Duke of Thunder caused his efforts to fail once again.
"It's just that he has fallen back from a legend to a mortal, and it depends on who is more uncomfortable with this gap."
The sword light in the hands of the Duke of Angry Thunder seemed to want to press the orc legend into the land like this.
The orc legend was silent for a moment after hearing the words of the Duke of Angry Thunder, and then suddenly opened his mouth to sing an ancient and bleak ballad.
The general meaning of this ballad is that Duke Thunder can understand it, the song says that the great beast god has forgotten his people, but his people have not forgotten the glory of God, orcs are born to fight, every beast god's people should take up arms and go into battle, no matter how hopeless this battle is, orcs should die in battle.
With the help of Dou Qi, this desolate song spread throughout the battlefield.
"Don't let him sing!
That's a deathmatch!
After hearing the orc's song, the old man of the flame blade not far away shouted angrily to the Duke of Angry Thunder, as the guardian of the beast blood fortress, in the hundreds of years of battle, this old man had heard hundreds of deathmatches, and the result of each deathfight was that those orcs began to charge suicidally as if they were crazy.
"My beast god, it's our Great Venerable who is singing a death match!"
Whether it was the orcs fighting the human warriors on the city walls or the orcs who were still on the way to charge, when the orcs heard this ballad, they immediately gave up all their defensive actions, and while singing this rough and sad song to the song of the orc powerhouse, they waved their weapons and rushed towards the human soldiers without hesitation.
The beast god is above!!
"What are these goddamn beast brutes mad about!?"
A young warrior in power armor used his sword to chop a dead orc soldier who was holding his calf and refused to let go, and then wiped a handful of blood from his face and asked his companion.
"Boy!
I don't understand it, this is called a death fight, when the beast barbarians feel that they can't defeat the enemy, they will sing this bad song and rush over desperately, if it is put in the past, even if we encounter this kind of thing, even if we are stronger than them, we will die for a lifetime, but now these barbarians can't even see through Lao Tzu's armor.
A middle-aged warrior used his big sword to resist the attacks of several orc warriors, and at the same time leisurely explained to the new recruit.
"These beast barbarians are really inexplicable, isn't it better to defeat and retreat to preserve their strength?"
The recruit grumbled in confusion as he rushed over with his broadsword to help the veteran with the next half of the enemy.
"You don't understand this, the lives of orcs are not valuable, their lifespan is only fifty years old, and orcs who have passed the age of thirty will become old men, and living to the age of forty is considered longevity, so they should die now!!"
As he spoke, the veteran suddenly leaned down and unleashed a whirling slash, the power of the power armor that allowed the greatsword to easily tear apart the iron armor of several orcs, leaving a huge wound in their abdomen.
"Hey!
It's exciting!
Seeing the veteran's beautiful kill, the recruit praised the game loudly, and then brandished his great sword and smashed an orc out with a single force.
Inside the Beast Blood Fortress, on the street in front of the watchtower, Zhao Yannian's fire tornado finally stopped after burning for a full minute, Zhao Yannian's spiritual power was still abundant, but the nearby fire element and wind element had been consumed by repeated magic releases, and Zhao Yannian, who could not transform his magic power, could only choose to stop attacking.
As the fire tornado lost the support of magical power, the flames and whirlwinds slowly dissipated into the air, and the ground of the watchtower was now charred black, Zhao Yannian took out a bazooka from just now to look for the unlucky orc in the sky, and he was ready to make up for the orc with the big knife.
Most of the debris had been burned, and only a few pieces of metal had fallen from mid-air, mostly fragments of armor from the royal guards who had been killed by the orcs.
"Strange?
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How not?
Is it burned to ashes?
Zhao Yannian stood in mid-air and searched for a long time, but did not find the corpse of the orc legend, and couldn't help but muttered to himself strangely.
"Huh?
The knife turned out to be fine.
Zhao Yan, who had been looking for nothing in mid-air, began to look at the ground, and as a result, he saw at a glance that a red big knife decorated with scales was still shining on the messy ground.
Before slowly descending the big knife, Zhao Yannian was about to collect the big knife as his trophy, when a mass of creatures that were already like charcoal suddenly pounced out of a pile of debris and pressed Zhao Yannian to the ground.
"Ah" The dragon slayer master was already severely burned all over his body at this time, and his hands were no longer able to pick up weapons at this time, but the dragon slayer master who had a death match echoing in his ears still did not give up the battle.
A punch slammed into Zhao Yannian's face, Zhao Yannian's mouth and nose were bleeding when he was beaten, and the dragon slayer's charred black fist also burst into several wounds due to excessive force.
"How dare you hit me in the face!"
Zhao Yannian was also angered by this not heavy but insulting punch.
Then, in the charred land, a half-mage and a legendary warrior scuffled.
The physical strength of the dragon slayer master did not lose much, and the pain on his body and the death match song in his ears aroused the ferocity of this orc powerhouse, and Zhao Yannian couldn't release magic for a while, and now after being entangled by orcs who were proficient in melee combat and learned wrestling and other skills, he didn't even have a chance to take out a weapon, and after trying to pull out a weapon from the space ring twice in a row but was beaten by this roasted orc, Zhao Yannian also became angry.
"Isn't it just strength!?"
Zhao Yannian's body ignited a flame of spiritual power that had not been seen for a long time, and with the blessing of spiritual power, the otaku who had lacked exercise in the past few years already had the strength to compete with a legendary warrior.
A hard hook punch hit the orc's chin, and the dragon slayer master's teeth flew out with blood, and the orc powerhouse immediately turned around and swung his backhand fist into Zhao Yannian's face like a tooth for a tooth.
"Hehe, you're very tenacious."
The Dragon Slayer Master had forgotten his original goal at the moment, and now all he could think about was to beat the tenacious human mage in front of him into a meat patty, and other things were no longer on his radar.
"Phew, you're ruthless enough!"
After Zhao Yannian spit out his bloody teeth, he grinned and waved his fist and rushed forward again.
At the entrance of the watchtower, Edward and the members of the Supreme Council had already made their way from the hall at the top to the royal guards.
"You idiots!
Don't go and do the Count a favor yet!
Seeing the royal guards staring blankly at the fight between the two bloodied men like street thugs, the Duke of Reese was angry.
"Your Excellency, this is a battle between knights, and we can't disturb it."
The leader of the royal guard shook his head when he heard the Duke of Reese's order, but refused to take part in the battle.
"One of them is an orc, the other is an alchemist, what does it matter to knights!?"
Duke Reese said angrily.
"Count Rodnik's spirit of not being afraid of the strong is enough to be called a knight, don't worry, he is already about to win, at this time we will not disturb his victory!"
Edward spoke at this point.
At this time, Zhao Yannian had completely gained the upper hand, and he also integrated the skills about boxing in his brain, and after a beautiful combination of punches, the dragon slayer master finally fell to the ground unwillingly.
"Ah!!
h Zhao Yannian, who had won a big victory, raised his head happily and roared, and the royal guards in the distance were applauding him.
At this time, no one noticed that a red figure appeared in the sky above the Beast Blood Fortress.