Crown of Chaos

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Aaron, who was standing in the audience, somewhat recognized the orc on the stage. Although the other person had changed a lot, his skin color had turned light brown, and his clothes had undergone huge changes, Aaron still recognized the half-orc. A half-orc.

Isn't this guy the half-orc I saw in the Snake God Temple before?

He... isn't he dead?

I still buried the person!

what's up?

Aaron stood in the audience. He carefully identified the orcs on the duel stage with a look of disbelief. Resurrection from the dead is actually quite common in the country, but most of the magic of resurrection requires on-the-spot Release, the worst 3-ring resurrection spell must be released within one minute of death, and it cannot cure fatal injuries. It is a very harsh resurrection spell.

The resurrection of the dead at level 5 cannot last more than 10 days. It can cure fatal injuries but cannot restore limbs and organs. If key parts and organs are missing, the resurrection will fail, and magic and curses cannot be lifted.

The seventh-level resurrection spell requires a corpse as a coordinate, and the time of death must be less than a hundred years. It can restore the entire body, neutralize all toxins, and lift all curses.

The 9th level complete resurrection technique doesn't even require a corpse, just knowing the person is enough.

(Also: Resurrection is also very painful for the deceased. They need a longer rest to get used to the feeling of returning to the mortal world again.)

However, in actual adventures and operations, the use of resurrection magic is actually very rare, because releasing the resurrection magic is a huge consumption for the priest, not to mention that the props for preparing the resurrection spell require pure diamonds.

So how did this half-orc Doherty come back to life? How could he, a backward tribe in the Stormhorn Mountains, get the senior priest to cast the resurrection spell?

Aaron couldn't understand.

What was even more troublesome was that he felt that the power of Khorne enclosed in his body was about to move.

Blood God, want to fight?

"Why is there an arena here?" Aaron turned to ask Samir.

"Didn't I tell you? The people who come to join the Liberation Army this time will let you see the depth and breadth of the country. With so many diverse people gathered together, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of disputes, so Ms. Raul An arena has been set up. If anyone is willing to solve the problem through the arena, then let them do whatever they want." Samir pointed to several nearby Helm guards: "They have notarized it."

"This guy's name is Doherty-Bloodsword. It is said that he is a half-orc from the Stormhorn tribe. He said that he came to follow the will of a new god. These half-orcs are provoking and looking for fights. I don't know during this period. How many fights have there been?" The magician scratched his head: "But unlike the orcs in everyone's impression, these orcs also... have some rules. They only fight against each other and do not cause bloody conflicts."

"These guys are so strong, especially this Doherty-Blood Sword." Samir sighed: "Did you see that? That fire genasi? He was a warlock, but he was beaten by this half-orc to lose his temper. No."

Elementals are a rare race in the realm, which is consistent with their unique origins. Most of them live on the elemental plane and will not come to the mortal world. The few elementals living on this continent are often the result of being affected by powerful elements at the moment they were born, and there are only a very small number of hybrids. Come.

A baby born in the eye of a hurricane might become an air genasi, while a fire genasi might be born in the midst of a violent forest fire.

The buddy on the ring in front of me is a fire genasi. His hair is like burning flames, his skin is burnt black, his eyes are shining with dazzling light, and his mouth and nose exhale a sulfurous breath. You can tell at a glance that he is not someone to be trifled with.

Fire genasi are often hot-tempered and capricious, and everyone will walk around when they see a fire genasi on the street.

However, right before his eyes, the fire genasi's head, which was still burning with flames, was stepped on by the orc on the ring. Doherty's soles pressed hard on the fire genasi's passionate face, and the orc faced each other. The strong body odor and sweat smell came out along with the burning flames.

"This, no." The half-orc swordmaster stepped on the head of the fire elemental. With a look of contempt on his face, he pointed the long sword with both hands at the crowd around him: "I still need more challenges, more duels!"

"Who else wants to duel with me?"

"Otherwise, none of you have the right to stop me from joining you."

"Who else? Come on!"

Wherever the half-orc pointed the long sword with both hands, the audience who were watching the fun shrank their necks subconsciously. In the past few days, when the half-orc challenged him everywhere, there were still many people who challenged him, and now the half-orc challenges again. , no one dared to come on stage anymore.

"Wait...wait!" Just as the orc was looking for his next opponent, a painful cry came from under the soles of his feet: "I'm still, I haven't lost yet!!!"

It's that fire genasi! He is not willing to admit defeat yet!

The fire genasi suddenly burst out into a crazy roar, and every pore in his body opened. Wisps of orange-red hot flames spurted out, covering him from head to toe in a terrifying mass. Within the open flame!

The fire genasi used up his last strength to shout the name of his god: "Kashusi!!!"

"Feel the supreme power from the fire elemental plane..."

The orc said "Huh?" in surprise. He gently raised the sole of his foot and stepped down hard again.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the fire genasi passed out completely this time, and his flames went out.

"Next." The Orc asked again who would compete.

Before Aaron and others could react, a vigorous figure in the crowd immediately stepped onto the stage: "One-eyed bastard, your good luck is over!"

It's the snow elf brother Leerta!

The surrounding audience screamed in surprise. In their sight, Leerta strode onto the ring. The blood stains formed by the blood coagulated under his feet were like smooth slates. The smell of orcs in the air made the snow elf... Nausea.

The half-orc raised his head and stared at the snow elf. This extremely powerful sword master and fighter had been fighting for a long time, but his mental and physical strength seemed to be endless. When he saw a sharp-eared man on stage, the half-orc Doherty - Blood Sword The fangs exposed outside the mouth trembled with excitement.

"Elf? Still a complete elf, very good. It seems that my efforts during this period have been in vain. Finally, I have a decent one. I have always been curious, how effective can your hundreds of years of training be?"

"It's better than you reptiles who have only lived for decades." Leerta said, "You will see it soon."

"No, on the contrary, I will let you see what my martial arts is like. This is the way we do things, isn't it? It seems that you are eager to use me to prove something, so don't wait and do it quickly. Come on, I'll give you a chance to attack first."

The snow elf magic archer took out an arrow from behind, and he intentionally signaled for both sides to put some distance between them.

"Ready... to start!"

Leerta bent her bow and arrow at an extremely fast speed, aiming the arrow tip at the orc's face.

Relta concentrated her energy and poured her magic power into the arrow.

The Magic Archer is a very powerful, but short-lasting profession.

The secret of this profession lies in the unique elven archery skills that can inject magic into attacks and produce supernatural effects.

However, the number of magic arrows that the Magic Archer can prepare each time is limited. Between each sufficient rest, with Leerta's current strength, the number of magic arrows he can prepare is 3.

He can use these three magic arrows to fire any form of special magic arrow through Arcane Shot.

These three arcane shots are powerful, but their number is limited.

To defeat this orc, Leerta estimated that the number of arcane shots he needed was.

once!

Bows and arrows were bent, and the moment the two sides announced the start of the duel, the bowstring sounded, and an arcane shot flew out and lost its trace in the air. The arrow disappeared and became invisible amidst everyone's surprised shouts!

Arcane Shot - Penetrating Arrow!

This was the first time the Orc Sword Master had seen this kind of attack. Before Doherty could get close, the arcane shot was already coming towards him! He was almost hit in the right eye by a penetrating arrow!

At the critical moment, the Half-Orc Sword Master immediately switched from offense to defense. He held the long brass sword in front of his eyes. The eight-column emblem was bright and vivid, burning with the light of lava from the Iron Fire Castle. It was originally enough to penetrate The penetrating arrow that penetrates all materials was actually blocked!

Dang Dang Dang~

The confrontation between the arrow and the long brass knife in both hands sparked a series of sparks. Doherty struggled to resist. The orc was very tenacious. His muscles all over his body were bulging. After two seconds of fighting, the magical light that penetrated the arrow finally penetrated. disappear.

Everyone was exclaiming, and some even showed displeasure, because they noticed that the Snow Elf's arrow was not a competition at all, but was aimed directly at killing the orcs!

But Orcs weren't very likable either, so no one said anything.

The Helm guard hesitated for a moment and didn't respond.

The snow elves' sneak attack failed, and this time it was the orcs' turn to attack.

Doherty first recited a forbidden god's name. This name was only heard by Relta. The snow elf could feel the ocean of hatred surging in his mind, a boiling storm of rage.

This hatred, rage, and desire for blood immediately made the snow elf lose his mind. At the same time, his body began to smoke, and the emotional energy gradually turned into reality, and began to curse him and tear him apart! The hunger from battle in his soul tortured the snow elf, and his speed slowed down by half a beat.

At this moment, Doherty was approaching quickly!

The half-orc shouted in the air, and he showed his indestructible faith to the snow elves, an unyielding and indelible faith. The eight-pillar emblem from which he did not know came from repeatedly appeared in Leerta's mind, and the King of Skulls was coming. roar.

To bleed! More bloodshed!

Want the head! Want more heads!

The orcs were laughing at him. The snow elf had never felt such a terrible hunger, a thirst for blood, glory, and skulls. His willpower was soon shattered, and his mind was already filled with madness, anger, and thirst. Flooded, Leerta gave up adjusting his position and took action. He immediately drew out a second magic arrow and pointed it at the orc's head.

At this time, Doherty was only two steps away from the snow elf.

"Go to hell! One-eyed bastard!!!"

Relta didn't know why he was so angry, but he didn't care anymore.

As he said, isn't it natural for elves to kill orcs?

However, at the moment when he was about to take action with the arrow, without any warning, the Orc spun incredibly in the air.

Fight back!

The fierce whirlwind that came towards the face suddenly flooded into the snow elf's senses. Leerta was thrown out by this fierce blow and hit the edge of the ring heavily. Leerta only felt that it was all over his body. The feeling of pain, the broken magic arrow, the slipped bow, and the bright red flowing down his forehead slowly came into his eyes.

"It's over!" The orc approached with a ferocious smile.

"No... not yet!" The snow elf tried hard to reach for the elf dagger at his waist.

The Orc kicked Leerta on the wrist, and he played with the brass sword in a contemptuous tone: "If I hadn't been merciful, you would have been killed by me, Elf!"

"I thought we were seeing something decent, but in the end, the elf magic archer only has this kind of strength?"

The snow elf was kicked in the stomach by the orc. The severe pain made him arch his body like a shrimp. Seeing the elf's pain, the orc showed a wild smile. He raised the soles of his feet and moved towards The snow elf stepped on his face, and stepped on it hard.

"Next! One! One~~~"

Under the soles of the orcs' feet, the snow elf felt his soul shattered.

He struggled wildly, not caring that his face was bruised with blood on the ring and the soles of the orcs' boots.

The heart-devouring shame made Leerta almost faint on the spot.

For the first time in his life, the snow elf let out such a hoarse cry: "Let me go! Bastard! Corellon Curse..."

"It's so noisy!" The orc raised his foot and stamped it hard.

The elf's cry stopped abruptly.

"Who else is coming?" Half-orc Doherty raised his eyes and walked around in the audience.

His casual expression suddenly stopped.

Because he saw Aaron, his savior!

Moreover, his savior actually raised his hand, indicating that he also wanted to come up and sign with him?

good! This is so great!

"You, fight me!" Doherty waved the brass sword in both hands, and excitedly put a little more force on the snow elf's face with his feet.

"Come!"

Updated, finally the third update, so tired~