Broad World

There are deep bone wounds, a large number of crimson muscles and internal organs are exposed, and in some places you can even see thick bones. This is the current situation of One-eyed Longte. If it is not for the steel-like will and flesh of the legendary warrior, he is now It is impossible to stand here, let alone launch a counterattack like a storm.

"Orc boy! You are dead! I will eat your flesh! Drink your blood! Crush every bone of yours!"

While shouting with hatred, the old orc swung the huge ax in his hand at an incredible speed, obviously using the legendary skill "Powerful Whirlwind Attack". He was completely crazy at the moment, he didn't care about all the injuries on his body, and he didn't care about the pain at all, he just wanted to chop his opponent into a pulp with all his might.

How many years!

This legendary figure on the highest wasteland has not felt the taste of death for too long, but just a few seconds ago, he found that he was almost killed, and boundless fear surged from the bottom of his heart instantly, and he followed all Fear turned to rage and tyranny, all unleashed.

Vaughn no longer has the energy to distract himself from speaking. The sense of powerlessness caused by the fading rage is slowing down his reaction, and his movements are not as flexible as before. With the protection of dragon leather armor, it is estimated that it is not much different from Cyclops Longte.

Of course, the dragon leather armor has been completely scrapped after withstood so many attacks, and the appearance of the flesh and blood on the inside makes one's scalp tingle.

The two blood-soaked legendary fighters were desperately trying to squeeze the last bit of their strength, and both were holding their breath, neither of them would fall down before the opponent. They all knew what this duel before the gods meant, so they gritted their teeth and braced themselves. One of them used all his strength to attack wildly, while the other barely resisted with his strong resilience. It just depends on which side can stick to the end.

It can be said that the development of the situation to this point has far exceeded everyone's expectations, especially the tribal coalition forces, who don't believe in the legend on the wasteland at all. One-eyed Longte was injured so badly in a one-on-one battle, maybe he can't survive How long it takes to die from bleeding.

As for the defenders, Allen and Debra were also staring nervously at the situation. If it weren't for the two powerful divine powers watching from the sky, they would have already started preparing spells to kill the old orc silently.

After all, both Allen and Debra were influenced by Henry to varying degrees. He is an out-and-out pragmatist. They don't care about the so-called honor and rules at all, as long as they can gain victory and benefits, they don't care what means they use.

But it's a pity that no one dares to play tricks in front of the god of war Tempus. Any action that affects the fairness of the duel will arouse his anger. Many unlucky people have already tasted the black lightning that fell from the sky, so although the two are very anxious, who He didn't act rashly either.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo..."

After a few minutes of fierce confrontation, Longte finally exhausted his energy and knelt on the ground desperately for breath. Due to excessive blood loss. It's not easy for him to barely stay awake at this moment, the one eye that claims to be able to see through everything exudes a red magical halo, staring at his opponent.

"Cough! Cough cough..." Vaughn coughed blood violently. Immediately afterwards, he spat out the blood foam in his mouth: "Bah! Old man, you seem to be on the verge of dying. It seems that I am the real winner of this battle!"

He was also covered with wounds at the moment, especially the left shoulder blade was completely shattered, and he couldn't lift his entire arm, but with his own resilience, the situation was a little better, at least he didn't have to worry about bleeding to death.

Lonte retorted with a sinister smile without showing any weakness: "You? Victory? Hahahaha! Don't make me laugh. I just need to take a breath. I can chop off your head right away. Don't think that regenerative ability is so great, More trolls have died at my hands than you've ever seen."

"Hmph! Do you think I'll give you time to catch your breath?" Vaughan struggled to his feet while speaking. "Your life is about to end, and it will become the most dazzling of my many honors. The legend of the Supreme Wasteland will fall here today..."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his weapon and limped forward slowly, his eyes full of desire and persistence for victory.

For a legendary fighter, there is nothing more proud and proud than killing another opponent who is evenly matched with him. It is not just a contest between martial arts. It is the collision of fighting spirit and soul. The winner devours everything of the loser to make himself more perfect. What the half-orc warrior wants to do now is this last step.

"No! I will not die so easily! The legend on the High Wasteland will continue today!"

Lonte supported himself with a two-handed ax and forced himself to stand up. Although he seems to be unable to swing the axe, but no one can guarantee that at the last moment. The warrior who performed countless miracles could not fight back.

Getting closer!

Getting closer……

All the audience were sweating, waiting for the final result.

Just when the distance between the two was less than one meter. Two beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, covering Vaughan and Lonte respectively. The wounds on their bodies grew and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they fully recovered after half a minute.

Obviously, the two gods who were watching the battle made a move, followed by the majestic voice of Tempus, the king of war, echoing in the sky.

"Wonderful! I haven't seen such a fierce battle for a long time. Skilled martial arts, perseverance, and every round of confrontation is so open and aboveboard. Brave and fearless fighters like you should not die together, so today Come here first. Vaughn, my believer, my warrior, you can become stronger, and I look forward to your growth..."

As the lingering sound completely disappeared, a gap suddenly opened in the middle of the huge duel field, directly separating the two legendary fighters, and the ten-meter-high foundation was rapidly collapsing. Without the support of divine power, this temporary building entered a countdown to destruction in an instant, and it would turn into a pile of rubble in a short time.

One-eyed Longte stood near the gap and shouted loudly: "Boy! You are lucky this time! But I have already memorized your tricks. Next time, wash your neck and wait for death."

"Ha! Old man, that's exactly what I want to say. Thank your god, if it weren't for him, you would be a corpse now." Vaughan also stood opposite and said with a sneer.

The two just stared at each other without admitting defeat, until the rocks under their feet began to crack. Only then did they each turn around and jump back to their own camp. They both understood at this moment that the other party might be the most dangerous enemy in their lives, and that one of them might become the other's stepping stone in the next confrontation.

As soon as he returned to the coalition forces, Lonte ordered his troops to withdraw and set up camp not too far from Fangweiwood City. He knew that although he didn't fail this time, he had actually lost the attention of the orc god Gruumsh. Unless he could capture the city in front of him, the affairs of the voters would definitely go to waste.

He needs to calm down and seriously consider whether to agree to the conditions of the City of Shadows, because judging from the current situation. It may not be easy for the coalition forces to destroy this strong city.

After seeing the mighty savage coalition forces withdrawing from a safe distance, Fugner immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted at the captain of the guard beside him: "Idiot! Hurry up and open the city gate to meet our hero! He rescued us today." Everyone!"

"Oh! Oh! Of course, Your Excellency the Viscount, that was a great duel. I don't think I will forget it in my life." Command the orc soldiers to pull the winch, slowly lower the suspension bridge, and then pull up the city gate.

war. Especially the war in the era of cold weapons will always be the stage for heroes.

In Faerun, a land full of wars and conspiracies, people have become accustomed to waiting for heroes to save themselves. Because they are dealing with countless monsters and giant beasts. He really doesn't have the ability to resist, so instead of struggling to die, he might as well commit suicide more quickly.

There is no doubt that Vaughan is a veritable hero today. Everyone has witnessed his invincible posture on the battlefield, and at the same time, he has also seen the tragic scene of his bloody battle with the enemy leader. Therefore, the moment he stepped on the suspension bridge, the whole building The city remembered the cheers that shook the sky.

"Long live! You are the strongest warrior I have ever seen!"

"With you in our city, it will not fall! Warrior. From now on, you will be my idol!"

"Hey! Hero! Can I touch your sword?"

"Oh... your chest muscles are really strong, if you are interested, you can come to me tonight..."

...

Feeling the enthusiastic people on both sides of the street, Vaughan laughed happily. He has never been as happy as he is today in his life. Not only did he meet an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, but he also received gratitude from the entire city, although the way some people express their gratitude is a bit strange...

On the top of the mountain in the distance, the mage in black robe lowered his head and muttered to himself: "It's incredible that this war has attracted the attention of two powerful divine powers. Do we have to revise our plan... "

"No, it's not necessary. Everything will be carried out as planned. Anyway, the more gods involved, the better for us. What's more, the two sides are evenly matched. I believe it won't be long. One-eyed Longte It's time to send someone to contact us. Remember, don't give him too much assistance. At least not before Henry Angomey arrives." After speaking, the corners of Rui Valan's mouth turned up slightly, showing a playful smile.

As the ancient Prince of Shade and Chosen of Shar, the Lost Lady, he has personally planned and executed countless intrigues and schemes, so he is confident in his plans.

"Yes, I will personally control the situation here, but you must be careful when carrying out the last step of the plan. The Alliance of Northern Land Lords and the Harpers have already noticed our movements." The mage lowered his voice and reminded.

"Are you aware?" Rui Valan smiled disdainfully. "So what if they know about it? The power of the City of Shadows is unmatched! They are as vulnerable as a group of primitive people to the great miracles created by Netheril. Alright, now I'm going back to talk to Father will report on the current progress, and everything here will be handed over to you."

The mage in black robe nodded lightly: "Please rest assured, I will ensure that the balance between the two parties will not be broken."

"Very good, all for the revival of Netheril."

"All for the revival of Netheril!"

The two looked at each other, then opened the portals and disappeared in the same place... (to be continued ~^~)