Crown of Chaos

PS: The third update yesterday was completely burned out. Sorry for being late today, but it’s a big chapter of 5,300 words!

The brain circuitry of half-orcs is different from that of normal humans.

For half-orcs, although this race has not been affected by the continuous influence of the orc god Gruumsh like the orcs, they are still a race that is brave and fierce, and their nature is inclined to the evil and chaotic camp. Some half-orcs are mixed among humans. Society can understand love, order, and altruism to a certain extent. Some half-orcs are mixed in the orc society and know nothing but blood, glory, and killing.

But no matter what kind of half-orcs they are, they all have one thing in common, which is the desire to be recognized and respected by others.

This is almost obsessive to half-orcs. As a race with the evil blood of orcs, half-orcs will do everything possible to ask other humans to accept them if they are in human society. But if half-orcs are in orc society, they will also do the same. He will also try to use all means to make the orcs admit that he is a member of the orc society.

Therefore, although Aaron is regarded as "his savior" by Doherty, the orcs only regard Aaron's behavior of saving his life as Aaron's recognition of his strength, courage, and belief.

So what’s the best way to repay Aaron?

Of course, show your strength and defeat him! Let him understand that his decision to save himself was the right one.

When Doherty saw Aaron raise his hand in the ring, his expression was simply ecstatic.

"Okay, come on!" The half-orc sword master pointed the brass sword at Aaron's face with both hands and was full of fighting spirit.

Under the ring, Aaron's face was calm, and he even had a weird smile.

He was still thinking about how to give the snow elf brother and sister a little chaos shock. Unexpectedly, before he took action, the half-orc gave the snow elf brother Relta a cruel blow.

Looking at the snow elf brother who had been stepped on the head and had passed out, Aaron thought to himself that even if Leerta didn't really pass out now, she would still pretend to have passed out.

Being defeated and stomped on by an orc, is this too humiliating for the aloof Snow Elf?

Are you planning to hire a psychiatrist for Relta?

"Orc, I can fight you, but you need to wait a moment, and let him go." Aaron said loudly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" The orc finally let go of his feet. The snow elf sister Evana Miyuki and the kind-hearted priest lady hurried up and knocked him unconscious. His face was bruised and bruised, and his cheeks were covered with scratches and blood. The magic archer Leerta was defeated.

The snow elf brother was completely unconscious at this time.

"Brother! Brother!" Evana's face was pale. She shook her brother's body vigorously. Seeing that he had no reaction, she couldn't help but cast her eyes on the orc on the ring. The orc was sitting cross-legged with his hands on his chest and his eyes closed. Her eyes were filled with tears. Resentment and explicit hatred: "This despicable cinder! I will kill him sooner or later..."

Before he finished speaking, the orc suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at where Leerta was. The snow elf sister immediately fell silent.

Obviously, the ferocious power of the orcs had left a deep impression on her. As a magic archer, Evana knew the advantage of attacking first. The orcs actively gave up the right to attack but still blocked Leerta's attack without any effort. Arcane Shot.

Snow elves are extremely arrogant, but snow elves live in extremely harsh environments all year round. They know what can be dealt with and what cannot be dealt with.

There are not only preys in the polar ice fields, but also hunters. Evanna once saw a legendary mammoth more than four meters high on the ice fields. At that time, their snow elf leader Druid's only order was: "Run away!"

Eleanor released a healing spell for Leerta.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asked the pastor Miss Relta how she was doing.

"It's okay... It's just that he suffered some serious injuries and a lot of bruises. It will be fine after a few days of rest. The biggest problem is..." Eleanor sighed: "I'm worried that he might..."

"We'll talk about the rest later." Aaron said calmly: "Send him down first. I'll leave it to you, Eleanor."

"Aaron, you..." Miss Pastor looked at Aaron worriedly.

"What, dear Eleanor, don't you believe me?" Aaron smiled and motioned for Eleanor to deal with Relta's matter first.

Eleanor didn't say anything else. Miss Pastor had some unreasonable confidence in Aaron. She asked Samir to call two people to help, and she and Evana carried Leerta down.

"Hurry up, Aaron, finish your round with me! My sword is already thirsty!" Disma was already excited. He actually raised his hand just now, but the orc accepted it before he saw him. Just a challenge from Aaron.

"How is it? Aaron, are you confident?" Cousin Maximian focused his attention on the orcs on the stage. He frowned and reminded: "Pay attention, all this time, Orcs are all afraid of magic, but did you see it? Leerta's arcane shot before was obviously a magic attack, and it should be the kind that can penetrate armor."

"But he can actually carry it with weapons. Aaron, you must be careful!" Maximian, as a monk of the Sword Saint Sect, has already seen that half-orcs are not afraid of magic attacks.

"I understand." Aaron nodded.

The power of Khorne in his body became more and more vibrating, seeming to urge him to come to the stage to challenge.

And Aaron himself did not intend to escape. Ever since he faced Krasin, the incarnation of Cthulhu, Aaron has deeply understood one thing - escaping cannot solve the problem. At most, it will only delay the time to solve the problem. That’s all.

As the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos and the Son of Chaos, Aaron has been proven to have a strong willpower. He is the Warlock of the Chaos God. His current strength is just in a position where he is neither above nor below - he is currently It is the strength of an elite class approaching its peak. This strength has begun to break away from the category of ordinary professionals, but it is still far from being considered a strong person in the country.

He needs to become stronger, he needs to face more challenges, he needs to be famous, and he needs experience.

He didn't know how this half-orc came back from the dead, but it didn't matter, he felt the divine blessing from the Blood God on him.

Then, let’s fight!

After finishing the chores and checking the weapons, Aaron signaled that he was ready.

The arena ring is under strict surveillance. Several guards from Helm and paladins from the Church of Tire are monitoring the stage, always ready to interrupt the battle to avoid casualties. The half-orc Doherty is sitting in the corner of the ring. The scars on his body are gradually recovering with his breathing. The breath from the Iron Fire Castle of Khorne flows in his breath. The eight-pillar emblem and skull pattern are engraved on his back in the form of holy seals and pious prayers. On top of the blood sword battle flag.

The Heim guards asked Aaron if he was ready, and after receiving a positive answer, they signaled Doherty to get ready.

The Orc stood up and studied his next challenge.

The two paladins of Tyr have begun to release their magic, and the crowd around them is getting bigger and bigger, including adventurers from the Sword Coast, locals from Cormyr, professionals from both sides of the Dragon Lake, and the Aasimar people they saw before. , a group of genasi from Mulhorand.

The rogues of Amn, the mercenaries of Baldur's Gate, the mages of Waterdeep, and a few paladins of Neverwinter.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the ring. Viscount Aaron Salian had become famous in the country during this period and appeared in the bard's deeds many times. The half-orc Doherty also relied on fighting in the camp to make a living. He made a name for himself.

They watched and listened attentively, looking forward to the duel.

Even, in the corner of the audience, there was a woman wearing a silk purple robe, with a skin as white as purple, and an unparalleled beauty with a strange smile on her face. To her, the hundreds or thousands of spectators around her did not exist, and she was the only one. The only one who can attract her attention is Aaron Salian!

"I'm surprised you actually showed up here." Aaron slowly walked onto the ring. He opened the power of Tzeentch and Slaanesh in his body and spread his tide of chaos. He felt it, the half-orc Doherty The emblem of Khorne on his body, behind his eyes is a small but tenacious mental core like diamond. Aaron knew that he must now learn the fighting skills of the Khorne champion. He knew in his heart that one day he would have to face it head-on. The great daemons under Khorne's throne and pry open their heads.

"I'm alive, thank you for your help, the brave man among humans." The half-orc Doherty nodded. He stood up and pointed the brass knife at Aaron. There was a rare trace of respect in his expression: "I am very happy. I have a chance to fight you."

"I am stronger than you. This is an unfair duel, but it doesn't matter, because I think you also know that there is no completely fair duel. I will still use my strength in this battle, but I am willing to Let you prepare the spell first and let you attack first." Doherty put the long knife on his shoulder.

The half-orc sword master's strength is almost at the beginning of the master level, while Aaron's strength is at the peak of the elite level.

Doherty was slightly stronger than Aaron, so the Orc gave up the right to attack and even asked Aaron to prepare spells first.

Aaron didn't care, he immediately released magic on himself continuously.

Second-ring Tzeentch mutation magic, mirror shadow technique!

Life magic, thorn shield!

Metal magic, shining robe.

Heavenly magic, harmonious collection.

After several consecutive spells, Aaron focused on the powerful enemy in front of him.

He knew that the special fighting method of the arena was actually detrimental to the caster. Half-orc swordmasters like Doherty could easily close the distance and force the opponent into close combat.

Moreover, the Khorne champions will receive blessings from Khorne. They all have a considerable degree of magic resistance and long-range resistance. If Aaron guessed correctly, the Orc Sword Master also has a forced melee skill similar to taunting. .

Once the distance is closed, Aaron's agility may be able to compete with the orcs, but his strength is definitely a huge disadvantage!

How to win?

Aaron focused his attention on the long swords of the half-orc sword master.

"Get ready, start!"

Aaron first attacked the Orc Sword Master! He first roared angrily and suddenly released a fireball the size of a basin at Doherty. The flames emitted scorching air and hit Doherty's forehead.

The native fire of Tzeentch!

The half-orc swordmaster immediately resisted with his sword, and the flames hit the blade, and the copper ring on it kept shaking. Then Doherty shouted loudly, and the long sword spun around, cutting the fireball into two pieces alive in the air!

The audience gasped in surprise.

"This Orc? Cut through the flames!" Abigail, the mage from Waterdeep City, shouted in disbelief.

However, Aaron's fireball is no ordinary fireball! As the flame was cut into two pieces, the two split flames revealed the appearance of two Tzeentch scribes. They held scrolls in their hands, holding pens soaked in the blood of Tzeentch's demons, and moved toward them at the same time. The orcs unleashed their magic.

Tzeentch's mind explodes!

The orc's body suddenly twitched, and two psychic blasts from the scribe hit Doherty's mind, and he felt bursts of heart-piercing pain.

But even so, the half-orc's body only paused for a moment, and the power of the skull and the eight-pillar emblem in his body became hotter and hotter. When the power of Tzeentch tried to take a step closer, they collided with the power of Khorne alive, and the collision Shattered to pieces!

"Is this your attack? A human warrior?" The half-orc cursed vaguely: "Magic? After all, it's just a path. The only things that can stand on the top of the skull throne are iron and blood!"

Blade storm!

Withstanding the mental attack, Doherty turned into a rotating killing vortex and plunged into the magic protective net created by Aaron.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

In the storm of extreme anger, the blade turned into a whirlpool of doom, and all magic was torn apart!

Scribe of Tzeentch? kill.

Metallic Golden Retriever? kill.

Wall of Fire? cut!

Chaos missiles! Chop it up!

Wall of thorns? Cut, cut, cut!

Mirror image? It’s nothing more than a few more cuts!

Doherty's strong body shredded all the magic that came close without showing any signs of weakness. He seemed to be telling Aaron with his actions that he was not afraid of any magic at all, and the only chance to defeat him was hand-to-hand combat!

In just a few seconds, the orcs were already close at hand!

Aaron responded with his sword, and the Dark Moon Sword and the Brass Long Knife clashed. The two fell into a desperate melee fight. Doherty showed off his extraordinary combat skills without reservation, and every move he made with his sword was smooth and smooth. Many elven sword masters who have practiced for hundreds of years would put their own fighting skills to shame when facing Aaron's heavy magical protection.

Aaron was suppressed on the spot and retreated continuously. His magic protection was peeled off layer by layer. His hands were broken and he could hardly hold the blade. He struggled to resist Doherty's fierce attack until he was suppressed and fell to his knees. down.

"Huh~"

"Oh my God!"

"Your Majesty, the King of War, what a fighting skill this is!" The audience's exclamations grew louder and louder.

"It's over!" Doherty shouted excitedly, his gums already bleeding from excitement, and he showed a wild smile.

He could feel that Aaron's magic protection was weakening, and his magic shield might break at any time. Although he was still struggling, victory was close at hand!

The shadow formed by the last mirror image technique has been chopped into pieces.

The sharp pain that passed through his heart like lightning showed that Aaron's body had been pushed to the limit.

He could feel his heart beating wildly and his lungs working desperately to get more oxygen.

The Sons of Chaos struggled to withstand the storm of blades, staggering against the Orcs' attacks as if they were staggering in a storm.

But Aaron hasn't lost yet.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

Sure enough, the orcs seemed to realize that the opportunity to end the battle had arrived. Doherty shouted angrily, raised his hands high, and the light of the God of Khorne enveloped the long blade.

"For Khorne!"

It's now!

Aaron immediately held his waist with one hand.

Keeper of Secrets, transform!

The divine sparks of Slaanesh spurted out from Aaron's body, knocking Doherty away hard. The orc was knocked eight or nine meters away on the spot. In the shock, Doherty hadn't realized what had happened. What happened? Aaron, the secret keeper whose whole body was enveloped in purple energy, was already violently killing him.

Next, all the audience saw an epic duel. The Dark Moon Sword in Aaron's hand and the brass long knife in Doherty's hand created countless phantoms in the stormy battle. Both sides were fighting for this duel. A wonderful waltz was played... or it could be a harsh noise. Amidst the fine clutter of the blades intersecting, the two men fought crazily in the center of the ring. They had to fight swords more than ten times in one second!

"Yes, that's it! This is what I want!" Doherty was so excited that the half-orc felt the blood all over his body was boiling. He smiled ecstatically. This powerful enemy he had never seen before was like a beast. Still scratching him face to face.

However, this was exactly what Aaron had planned.

Five-ring magic, Tesla’s arc!

Lightning rose from above Aaron's head, and the magic from the wind of heaven converged into a rushing current, hitting the orc's body time and time again!

At first, the orcs resisted the electric attack tenaciously.

After the second attack, the Orc's movements were obviously sluggish.

On the third stroke of electricity, Doherty finally realized the horror of lightning. He suddenly increased the intensity and put in the last effort.

Similarly, Aaron also realized that the winner was about to be announced.

In the Keeper state, Aaron kept sucking Doherty's emotions. He stared into Doherty's heart: a huge burning head, roaring with hatred, glory, blood, and endless desire for a powerful skull. .

Then, turn it into your own power!

The lightning suddenly increased in intensity, like a heavy punch aimed at Doherty's heart in a desperate attack.

The storm spiraled up and became stronger and stronger. The physical fight between the two sides continued. Aaron only felt that his shoulders were extremely sore: even the secret keeper state could not compete with the opponent's power. He knew that if this continued, he would soon be Will lose.

At this moment, Doherty was finally defeated by the lightning arc. Just before the orcs were about to win, the lightning from the combined power of Tzeentch and Slaanesh finally paralyzed him and made him unable to move.

Raise the ring and cast: Slaanesh-True Silver Slash!

Aaron seized the opportunity. He used his last strength to hold the Dark Moon Sword tightly with both hands. He struck with a Slaanesh Truesilver Slash and instantly broke through the blessing of Khorne on the brass sword, slashing the weapon to pieces. !

The flying fragments of the long knife were scattered in Doherty's thinking world.

The Orc himself lay flat on the floor with his back, blood oozing from his ears and nose, his painfully twisted face breathing desperately, his whole body twitching from the crackling electricity, and he wanted to speak, his lips stiff and tongue but could not move.

"The duel is over, Aaron Salian wins!" the Helm guard immediately announced loudly, for fear that the orcs would refuse to admit defeat.

"In the name of Cormier, I win!" Aaron raised his fist out of breath, declaring his victory.

The whole audience held their breath for a long time, and in the silent scene, you could hear a pin drop.

Ten seconds passed, and cheers and applause sounded like a torrential rain, spreading throughout the Arabelle Liberation Army camp!

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