The Mythical Races I Created

　　 The next day is fleeting.

In the holy city arena, all the orc shamans are watching this game.

　　 When Akkad and the orcs on the opposite side entered the arena, the atmosphere became extremely hot, and they looked forward to the fierce battle.

　　Akkad’s opponent is an orc wearing a full-body plate armor. The plate armor is covered with a red robe, which is both majestic and powerful. He has two heavy hammers in his hand, and one turns around, you can see him about to smash the ground.

　　 Akkad could instantly understand why he had to prepare such a weapon.

　　 For the sake of lightness, I use a rapier mainly with stabs, but it is difficult for this kind of sword to break the defense when facing this kind of full-body plate armor.

　　 Not to mention, the other party is carrying heavy hammers in both hands.

　　 When Akkad met him, there were circles of black rims inside the orc's pupils.

　　After performing the etiquette with each other, Akkad said: "Before you fight, please confirm, have you accepted other people's transactions and have power that does not belong to you?"

　　 The face on the other side changed transiently. "I do not know what you're talking about."

　　 "The game, you can win."

　　 After all, he actually lifted the two hammers towards Akkad with a grim face and murderous intent. The direction of his attack was Akkad's left hand, thinking it was because Akkad's left hand was a weak point.

　　 The two hammers were swung like a tsunami, beckoning the dead hand.

　　 The referee said loudly: "The combined weight of the two hammers is very heavy. It is amazing to be able to wield this weapon so easily. It is indeed a championship battle."

　　 The voices in the audience are getting louder and louder.

　　Akkad stared at the two hammers, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and caught the two hammers with his left hand.

　　 ‘bang~’

　　 The bandage tied on his left hand broke into inch after inch due to tension, and fell down.

　　 The left hand was deformed due to the strong impact force, and the bones tended to come out.

Under the shocked gaze of the audience, two figures appeared behind Akkad. They were two giant snakes with a red eye and a blue eye. The spirit attacks the ancestral spirit of the opponent!

　　 Soon, the ancestor spirit of the opponent was strangled in the eyes of the shamans.

　　 And Akkad's deformed left hand, under the power of the snake totem, can not die, and is supported by the powerful energy support of the snake totem to never stop beating the heart, and quickly restored to its original shape.

Akkad said to his stunned opponent, "The real battle is to rely on the strength that he has exercised and tempered himself. After all the training, he breaks through his limits time and time again, and uses it to appear in the fierce battle of infinite tension. , The moment for God the Father to witness our minds."

　　 "Your strength comes from external forces, and my strength comes from myself."

"Using the spirit of the ancestor in the totem to attack the spirit of the ancestor in the totem of others is what I have realized in countless dangerous battles. It is just that the quality of the spirit of my totem has not been compared with your ancestors. There is a gap between the spirits, so I dare not use it."

　　 Lost the totem bonus, and the opponent's power dropped drastically.

　　 Akkad swung his rapier and easily snatched his two hammers, and then kicked the big iron can to the ground. Although he wanted to fight back, he was still controlled by Akkad.

　　 Akkad stepped on his chest and said, "You only improved your strength, but you didn't learn the technique of using your strength."

　　 "Later, if you don't abandon the power that does not belong to you, you will never surpass me."

　　 Akkad stabbed with a sword, and the sword fell on the orc's face.

　　 The orc squinted his eyes, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, because if Akkad were to kill him, the sword just now could be pierced.

　　 Akkad won.

　　 When the referee raised Akkad's right hand, the audience cheered, and some pretentious orcs were thinking about the fact that Akkad used the ancestral spirit to attack the opponent's ancestral spirit just now to win.

　　They were shocked that there was such a way to use the spirit of ancestors!

　　 They are still thinking, if they encounter this type of attack, can they deal with it?

At the highest place where the Orc Prophet, Barre, Atoman, etc. were sitting, the Orc Prophet stood up from the throne. He looked at the bottom of the arena with his right hand raised by the referee in disbelief, and accepted the cheering orcs—— Akkad.

　　 The orc prophet did not expect that he would actually see this young man.

　　He suddenly felt a sense of nowhere to fight.

　　 It's as if he can't fight the trend of aging every day.

　　 A thought appeared in the prophet’s mind, ‘rather than being a cart with a praying man’s arm, it’s better to push the boat along the water! ’

　　 The orc prophet walked down from the throne, with a relieved smile, as if he really was an older generation of orcs looking forward to the growth of young people. As he walked all the way, all the orcs he passed by stood up and showed respect.

　　 The orc prophet said: "Praise God Father, you finally came to me again."

　　 "This time, you look more mature than ever before."

　　Akkad saw the prophet coming, he immediately bent over to show respect, because of the 5+1 hierarchy, low-level orcs must show respect to high-level orcs.

　　 Orc prophet, said: "I saw you attack the victimized ancestor spirit with the ancestral spirit, what's the matter?"

"My lord." Akkad said, "When I was the captain of the patrol team, because the orcs in that city often made troubles, I had a lot of experience with orcs. Therefore, one day I discovered that if I could Let my ancestor spirit attack the opponent's ancestor spirit, and I can interrupt the opponent's ancestor spirit to increase the enemy's spells."

　　 "However, this method can only be used for the difference in quality between the ancestral spirits of the two parties."

　　 The orc prophet nodded, smiling on the surface, but incomparably jealous in his heart.

　　 Because of the method Akkad discovered, another attack method of the traditional shaman has been added. The prophet does not know whether this is good or bad, and whether it will threaten the status of the all-spirit shaman.

　　 Just as the two were talking, Atoman came over.

　　He said: "Please wait a minute. Your attack method is almost only aimed at the orcs, because only the orcs can manipulate the ancestral spirits. If you win by this method, whether it is effective or not, we still need to discuss."

　　 Atoman looked at the orc prophet, and then continued to Akkad, saying, "Because no one has ever used this method before."

　　 Akkad raised his head and said to Atoman: "In the past, no one has ever used a fishing net gun, but you see now, the entire army of the orc society is full of fishing net guns."

　　 "The method of fighting with the spirit of the ancestors was honed by myself. I don't think there is a problem."

　　 Atoman was annoyed by it. "It's not the same. Your method can almost only target orcs. The arena is to select outstanding fighters who can defeat foreign enemies."

　　 At this time, Barre came over, he laughed and gave Akkad a hug. "Friend, you really didn't disappoint me."

　　 "Atoman, you are too stubborn, wouldn't the orcs be our enemy?"

　　 "This..." Atoman was speechless.

　　 Hearing what Barle said, Akkad thought of the civil invaders.

　　 He immediately saluted the orc prophet, and then said: "The Father God of Yongsheng is here, Lord Prophet, I must tell you one thing. Our enemy has never disappeared. The victory three years ago was just a hoax."

　　 "My Lord Prophet, the enemy is right in front of us."

"This orc, the orc I was in a duel two days ago, their strength increased greatly because they took the ritual blood given to them by the invaders of civilization, so their strength increased greatly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Those enemies are still hidden among us, I don't know how many insiders among the orcs!"

　　 As soon as this remark came out, the Quartet was horrified.

　　 The orc prophet frowned.

　　 Atoman scolded him angrily. "Akkad, don't talk nonsense."

　　 "Do you think that by saying that, you can maintain the fact of your victory and make you the champion?"

　　 The orcs in the audience were all exploded.

　　 What is the victory three years ago is a lie.

　　The enemy is still lurking among us.

　　 The victory three years ago was personally confirmed by the Holy City and the Prophet.

　　 All the orcs were talking about it. Some believed Akkad's words, some believed that Akkad was just alarmist talk, and some felt that Akkad was spreading rumors, and he was just trying to belittle his opponent.

　　 But most of the orcs believe in Akkad's words because Akkad is the winner.

　　Among the messy voices, some voices demanded severe punishment of Akkad, some voices said that Akkad was a liar, and some voices said that Akkad should be trusted.

　　 Akkad looked at the prophet. He understood that the person who decided things was only the prophet, and the prophet’s attitude was the most important.

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