The Mythical Races I Created

"Bang~"

In the deep pit, the flame power of the seven-star fireball exploded, and the seven fireballs gathered into a flame, soaring into the sky, and even rushed out of the deep pit.

Little Augustus has displayed a very mature fire magic.

The orcs who were close to the deep pit were forced to retreat, fearing that they would be affected by this flame magic.

The flame disappeared, and an orc wrapped in flames rushed out.

The stone skin on his body was broken, a wound was exploded in his abdomen, the green skin was burnt, and the wound was dripping with blood.

From the audience's position, Marlini nodded. "The power of this spell is close to the spell cast by adult elves, but there is still a gap."

"Stoneskin technique blocked most of the power of the spell."

"Moreover, at the last moment, Little Augustus recovered part of his mana, don't you want to kill the orcs here? Little Augustus, you are really mature."

In the deep pit, Laustil was finally willing to pick up the battle axe on the ground, he could no longer be contemptuous.

"Elves, the real battle is just beginning now."

"I won't let you again, after all, if this continues, I will become a laughing stock."

He raised the steel axe high, over his head, the axe reflected the dazzling sunlight, and then fell sharply, smashing the ice on all sides at once, and then he approached little Augustus without giving any chance to relax.

"Ice Sword."

An ice sword appeared in Little Augustus's left hand, and the ice sword pierced into Laustil's chest. The latter couldn't avoid it, and the battle axe still slashed towards Little Augustus.

'Oops. ’

‘Ice Magic didn’t force him to step back, my ice shield has been smashed open by him. ’

Little Augustus had never fought orcs before, and only now knew that their fighting style was so brave.

He could stand back, the axe cut through his robe, and blood spilled out.

When the orcs as the audience saw this, they all made a roar, asking Laustil to continue his efforts and pursue the victory.

Laustily waved his battle axe, swiftly and straight forward, almost wiping little Augustus with each stroke.

This orc elite is worthy of his identity, every knife contains tremendous power, and it hurts if it is rubbed.

The battle entered a fierce stage.

Little Augustus wanted to keep a distance and condense complex spells.

And Laustili was afraid, little Augustus cast the [Seven-Star Fireball] spell again. The space here was too small for him to escape, or to find a cover, so he played against little Augustus. A single blow made little Augustus dangerous.

This is to prevent, little Augustus, from using more complicated magic again.

Pieces of ice magic shields were formed and shattered, and little Augustus was in these successive attacks, and he could not find the opportunity to pull away.

The orcs were excited.

"Defeat the elves! Defeat the elves!"

"Raustili!"

"He can't pull the distance anymore, just press and hit him like this. He doesn't know how to spell barriers, and he can't pull the distance."

"Complete your 100 consecutive victories, Laustilli."

In the deep pit, little Augustus dodged at the extreme distance, facing a violent storm with his axe, he knew in his heart that if this continued, he would lose sooner or later.

Although it's no harm to lose here, it's just a celebration after all, but he doesn't like losing.

‘Use that spell, all right. ’

Little Augustus stepped back, and the next second, the axe slashed through where he stood before.

Laustili grinned and said, "Son of Augustus, I want to defeat you. You will never find a chance again."

He carried an axe and charged forward, approaching little Augustus at a swift speed, and he didn't give little Augustus a chance to retreat at all.

"You said you want to defeat me?" Little Augustus jumped back, his eyes flashing blue magical aura, "I'm sorry, your ninety-nine winning streak is over."

"Frost Nova."

Since the distance of less than ten centimeters now, Laustil didn't think that little Augustus could perform complex magic, so he rushed over, lifting the axe and was about to chop.

But then, an unexpected scene happened.

An icy blue halo condensed around him, and there seemed to be cold air condensing in the air, turning into white worm-like gas and falling into the ice ring surrounding him, the air dropped several degrees Celsius, the ice After the ring lasted for about a few seconds, it exploded.

"Bang~"

The ice magic power invaded the orc's body, turning it into a frozen place, maintaining the attitude of slashing with the hand-held axe.

The orcs were quiet.

Marlinie covered her mouth. "The spell that can be cast instantly seems to be more powerful than the fire magic [Seven Star Fireball] curse, so is the ice magic that little Augustus is really good at? But..."

"Bravo."

"I underestimated you."

The orcs who calmed down then burst into cheers. They made loud noises to cheer Little Augustus.

"Such a powerful magic! I have never seen such a magic. This guy is really a ruthless character, worthy of being the son of Augustus."

"Although losing to the elf made us very uncomfortable, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Laustilt by fluke. He won the honor among the orcs, and we congratulate the warrior."

"Wu Huo! Wu Huo!"

"Wu Huo! Wu Huo!"

"Wuhuo!"

Soon, the audience turned into a cheering voice for little Augustus, which was endless and deafening.

In Pit No. 6, little Augustus looked up and saw the flying orc flag with a strange expression. "Father God is on, these orcs obviously wanted me to lose just now. Now that they see me winning, they all congratulate me. It seems that the orcs admire the winner very much."

"Or maybe it is because this battle is what they think is a duel before the gods, so they are very convinced of the result of the duel?"

After unlocking the ice magic for Lauustiri, surrounded and cheered by the orcs, he left Pit No. 6 and walked in front of the Prophet and Dillon.

At this time, the faces of the orc prophet and the orc chief Dillon were a little ugly.

The highest honor title originally used to inspire orc warriors was captured by an elf.

Little Augustus, with the vigor after victory, said to Dillon and the Prophet: "Honorable Chief and Prophet, on behalf of your old friend Pericles, I invite you to participate in a ceremony to pay tribute to the dead soldiers 14 days later. "

"We will pay homage to all the warriors who died on the plateau~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and announce the new principles of the Elf Kingdom. Pericles hopes to invite two distinguished guests to join us in our ceremony."

After listening to his words, Dillon immediately refused under the gaze of the orcs. "Congratulations on your becoming the Wuhu among our orcs. From now on, all the orcs must show respect to Wuhu. However, we are also holding the celebration of the orcs themselves. It is really inconvenient to participate in the activities of the elves. Please convey my Pity."

Little August knew he would refuse. "Chief, I have all come to your celebration. Shouldn't the orcs send someone to our celebration? The chief of the orcs."

Before Dillon refused again, the orc prophet said to Augustus eagerly: "I think our black catch is right."

"Since the elves have participated in our activities, we should also go to the elves' ceremony. Dillon, let me do this. You continue to host our one-year celebration ceremony here."

Dillon frowned deeply.

He turned and left without saying a word, leaving the Prophet to entertain little Augustus warmly.