The three orcs formed a faint formation. While the leader raised his shield and charged towards him, he had already used his broad shoulders to hide his two companions.
Griffith often encountered this combination in his battles with goblins and rebels. Faced with the continuous attacks launched by this formation, it is often necessary to avoid them, otherwise even if you knock down the first enemy, you will be killed by successive attacks.
But that's different now.
Griffith gently squeezed the hilt of the sword, its sharpness as sharp and insurmountable as a steep cliff. When the leader of the red-backed orcs rushed in front of him, he swung his Hanguang sword and slashed out. The sword's edge tore through the iron edge of the shield, shattered the hardwood, and sent the shield-hand's arm flying away.
Before the red-backed brother even had time to scream, Griffith had already taken a step forward with his sword and stabbed him through the chest. He took out a meteor hammer with his left hand and hit him over his shoulder.
The second red-backed brother just jumped out from behind and was hit head-on. His teeth, nose bones and eyeballs flew out together.
At this time, the third orc came around from the side, took the dagger and stabbed it at the waist. The blow first hit the ice shield and was blocked by the wolf skin and breastplate.
Griffith grabbed the shield behind his back and swiped it at "Spinebreaker" Kazka Redback. The sharp edge of the shield almost tore off half of his face. He sheathed his sword and grabbed it, lifted Kazika Redback above his head, raised his knees and bumped into him.
"Bang!"
In a frightening sound of bone cracking, the red-backed orc was folded into two pieces, with blood gurgling from his mouth.
Brunave nodded repeatedly. Aslante clapped her hands seriously and said to them, "It's so exciting! I'll take care of the afternoon battle!"
The morning's game ended just like that. According to Uluhai's schedule, each group will play two games each day in the morning and afternoon for three days. After six rounds of fighting, the strongest group will be determined to challenge the patriarch and his two helpers on the fourth day. During this period, the enemy's strength and the playing field will continue to increase as you advance.
Groups of orcs, trolls, orcs, and even teams of humans and goblins were fighting in several preliminaries at the same time. Each battle is short and brutal, and more than a third of the contestants will not survive.
Sometimes, even the loser of the previous battle is still screaming while covering his severed limbs, while the contestants of the next battle have already appeared, standing in the blood, viscera, and pieces of meat to fight.
While waiting to go on stage, Griffith discovered that there were many merchants bringing weapons and food to sell to the contestants. Surviving players also sell them the weapons of the enemies they just killed. The entire Firestone Tribe is like a roaring windmill, constantly injecting fresh flesh and blood and producing death crazily.
"Uruhai shouldn't happen once a year in spring, summer, autumn and winter, right?" Griffith watched the corpses being dragged away, and even wondered whether the clan alliance's manpower would be drained of blood.
"Of course," Brunave nodded, "Do you think it's too often?"
"Of course, there must be at least hundreds of casualties in such a fight," Griffith whispered, "brave warriors should not die in such a battle."
As soon as Griffith finished speaking, a nearby arena erupted into thunderous and rolling cheers. A hoarse and crazy voice roared like a wild beast, and countless voices shouted unidentifiable names.
A certain powerful warrior fought a bloody and heroic battle for the audience, and was cheered like a hero.
"Huh? Mr. Knight, do you think this is worthless?" The orc grinned widely, "I don't think so."
He pointed to the simple town and said: "As you can see, my life is not very good, I don't eat well, and the food is not enough, even in a relatively wealthy place like Firestone Town.
"In your human terms, we all live in mud shacks, and there is really no fun except gambling and fighting. In the evening, when you and Miss Ranger were having sex, there were countless warriors squatting downstairs to listen to the noise. "
"Bah!" Galadia snatched Aslante's staff and gave it to the orc.
"You're right," Griffith looked at the orc curiously as he rubbed his butt and got up, "So~"
"Miss Ranger, don't be offended, I'm a rough guy," Brunave, who had just been beaten, apologized first, and then continued to say to Griffith with a smile as if nothing was wrong, "So, whether it is the chief or various The chief of the tribe will have some fun for everyone from time to time; if everyone is not having fun, they can only have fun with the chief and the clan leaders.
"Do you think this is true?"
What this orc said makes sense. After the civil strife breaks out in Canaan, the alliance between Bayeran and the elves will definitely be weakened. Next, when the autumn harvest comes, Chief Visario, who has centralized control, will inevitably come to us with his army for fun. Hehe.
Just as Griffith was thinking, their group's game was also scheduled.
"The nameless bastard with no entertainment value enters the Uluhai semi-finals!"
The goblin in the stands shouted with a microphone, calling on the audience to place bets on Griffith's group. Then he raised his hand and pointed, shouting to the three ogres on the sidelines:
"Look, the smart and strong ogre is coming!"
The creature that appeared on the opposite side of the arena was very tall, but not as tough and powerful as the mountain monster. The ogre in the center has blue skin and two heads, one fierce and one cunning. The right head controls the left half of the body, holding a big stick, and the left head controls the right half of the body, using a staff as a weapon.
Two brown-skinned ogre warriors followed him, not smaller yet. Before the battle began, the ogre magician began to chant the bloodthirsty spell. The ogre warrior who received the blessing increased in size and became astonishingly powerful.
Ogre Battle Mage! Griffith immediately became alert. He had encountered such an enemy in the east, and he was a very threatening unit in the orc army.
"These ogre magicians don't have many magic spells, but they all have powerful destructive power," Brunave asked, "Miss Priest, will you let me join you?"
"No, you just need to cheer me on." Miss Troll refused and walked forward alone.
She has a tall and sexy figure, with waterfall-like long silver hair hanging on her slender waist, swaying gently with her perky buttocks.
"Tsk tsk, you're such a beauty," Brunave raised his elbow and hit Griffith twice, "Aren't you more attractive than an elf?"
Griffith looked back at Galadia and found that she had already gone to the audience stand. He couldn't help but feel relieved: "Can the Pope of the God of Shadows agree to the marriage of the clergy?"
"Don't agree!?" Brunave growled, "Pope, how many armies does he have? Hey, look, look, this swing, this curve, this width, hey, it's wider than the shoulders, but it must be... …”
Halfway through his words, he was suddenly choked by a breath of terror.
Griffith also felt his mouth was dry and his mind seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gauze. Malice, sorrow and despair crawled out of the abyss in a ferocious form.
Aslante has transformed into a thick ink-like shadow form. Every step she takes with her gentle steps tightens the heart of every creature that looks at her.
Until the horror of despair and death completely engulfs the world.
"Ah! What kind of monster is that!?" The audience were shocked when they saw Aslante return to the shadow form, and some even hit her with an apple core.
The leading ogre magician also shouted in horror: "I don't understand what that guy is. (Me too.)"
Aslante unfolded her shadow stance. The ripples of terror howled, and the three ogres ran away waving their arms before they could charge.
She was shrouded in a circle of black light. While casting a large-scale fear spell, she raised the ferocious and sharp staff and pointed forward. A wave of magic energy that was about to tear apart the soul and body whipped the fleeing cannibals wantonly. magic.
The first ogre was killed in an instant. Its unwilling soul even formed an illusion in the air, and was then swallowed by the staff.
Another ogre warrior just broke free from fear and ran towards her, but was also bitten by magic energy and fell to the ground.
The remaining ogre magician gave up the plan of charging and began to chant the ice spell. An ice gun gradually took shape and was projected towards him with a roar.
Aslante dodged and hid behind the stone pillars erected in the arena, and started running around the pillars. She dodged the shots from the Ice Throwing Spear while waiting for the cooling time of her spell, then stepped out and threw vicious and cruel life sucks at the ogre one after another.
The ogre's skin and flesh were torn apart under the lash of the Shadow Curse, its screams were earth-shattering, and it was killed without even touching the hem of Aslante's clothes.
The audience watched the horrific battle in horror, unable to catch their breath until Miss Shadow Priest lifted her shadow form and returned to the light.
…
After the first day's battle, everyone returned to Chestnut Carl Stew. With Uruhai's stimulation, the orcs who originally complained a lot no longer complained.
"Tomorrow's battle will not be as easy as today," Brunave said. "The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and we must be careful."
Griffith nodded: "Starting tomorrow we will fight together and get familiar with each other's cooperation."
At this time, the tavern owner dragged a cart over and asked the guests at each table:
"Weapons or intelligence?"
His car was packed with weapons. It seems that he not only specializes in catering and accommodation, but also works part-time as an arms dealer. Griffith looked through the weapons a few times, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
In addition to the battle axes commonly used by orcs, there are also bundles of Bijeran standard throwing spears, crossbows and long swords. They are in good condition and have no rust or damage. The boss simply reduced the number, and then pointed to the door of the store, where there were even piles of armor-piercing guns and halberds designed to deal with large creatures.
These equipment are not goods that ordinary merchants and smugglers can bring.
"Where did it come from?" Griffith asked, suppressing his nervous heartbeat, "Is the quality guaranteed?"
"Of course, it is an authentic product produced by Beyelan. Look at this armor-piercing gun and this halberd. They are specially used to deal with mountain monsters," the boss whispered, and then stabbed his finger on the gun, "Look at this."
Blurred small words can be seen on the fine iron spear, and one word is still legible - "Meyer."
The origin and serial number of this weapon were erased when it was sold, but the person who did the work was not diligent, and the writing engraved on the fine iron sleeve was not completely removed.
This is a standard military weapon from the duchy of Hermann Meyer, the most loyal comrade and vassal of King Beyeland on the west bank of the Tierne River.
Griffith's eyes turned to the street outside the tavern. Merchants there were unloading bags of barley and soybeans, and loading bales of furs onto wagons. Could this food also come from Duke Meyer?
The tavern owner saw that no one had any intention of buying weapons, so he took out a leather cloak and looked at Brunave without saying anything.
The Blood Warrior was stunned for a while, then brushed aside his leather cloak and suddenly became alert. He took out some money and handed it to his boss: "Where did this come from?"
After collecting a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered:
"Hogg the Gnoll joins the competition."
This name was unfamiliar to Griffith, but Galadia became visibly nervous.
It is said that people in the north are often frightened awake by the cry of jackals when they reach adulthood. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot forget the nightmare that their mother warned them - if you don't obey again, Hogg will eat you.
Hogg is just a nickname. The most ferocious gnoll in the orc clan alliance will be given this name. His evil name was known to everyone from Odessa to Canaan.
He wanders the border, bringing with him bloody and dark memories. It is said that Hogg is twice the size of an ordinary gnoll. It is also said that his claws can easily tear an infantry shield in half. It is also said that his strong legs can easily catch up with those poor adventurers who try to escape. But these are just legends, because no one can face Hogg and come back alive. His name firmly occupied the headlines on the border guard's bounty bulletin board, and almost all adventurers tempted by the high bounties became the materials for his leather boots, cloaks and tents.
Griffith glanced at the cloak that the boss put on the table. This is a cloak sewn together from several pieces of human skin, and you can even see a wailing human face.
…
On August 20, Uluhai entered its second day. The arena was changed to a more formal arena.
The goblin who won the bet on ogres in yesterday's game was jumping up and down in the audience, and when he saw Aslante entering, he shouted——
"Despicable troll bitch and her two minions barely made the cut."
A shadow curse struck the goblin making obscene gestures, knocking it from the tower. The arena suddenly burst into cheers.
Griffith's third-round opponent is an odd combination.
They are a tall and burly orc assassin, a troll spellcaster wearing a robe and holding a staff with a penetrating gaze, and a human monk with a fanatical face.
"This warrior actually becomes an assassin?" Griffith exclaimed to Brunave, "He is so big and can wield two knives?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the orc on the opposite side danced with his knife. The knife flashed and flew up and down, like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain.
"You see, don't underestimate my people," Brunave laughed. "But that troll was unexpected. Aren't they all fanatical warriors and believers? How did they become seekers of wisdom? ?”
The troll spellcaster was writing and drawing on the ground. He wrote complex formulas one after another, and Griffith could even faintly hear him explaining the true meaning of arcane magic to his companions.
"You see, according to the Hill reaction equation, our attack damage will follow a function curve. It will reach its peak at T+12 and then begin to weaken. Therefore, our tactics..."
"Yeah." His companions nodded heavily together.
The human monks seemed to have a good relationship with them. He blessed his own mace, and then blessed his two companions. His work was rigorous and meticulous, explaining to his companions the principles, efficacy, and duration of the Holy Light while he was doing it.
After the monk's explanation was over, the assassin began to arrange tactics. He pointed at Griffith and Brunave: "Have you seen those two warriors? The mage uses deceleration to control their movements, the monk ensures our free movement blessing, and everyone runs clockwise to keep the distance from them. ."
Then, he drew the attack and defense positions, and aimed the attack arc directly at Miss Troll Priest.
"Hey, the other side is so serious, they want to target me!" Aslante looked at the pillar next to him, preparing to hide in and activate the shadow form.
"Game start!"
Amid the loud horns and the cheers of the audience, Griffith rushed to the face of the spellcaster and punched him, breaking his fangs and spellcasting; Brunave rushed forward and chopped down the cleric with two axes. At this time, the hidden orc assassin hadn't even touched the hem of Aslanta's skirt.
