Blood tax

Chapter 273
The three orcs faintly formed a formation.While the leader's elder brother raised his shield and rushed towards him, he had already hidden the two companions with his broad shoulders.

Griffith often encountered such a combination in battles with goblins and rebels.Continuous attacks in this formation often need to be avoided, otherwise even if you knock down the first enemy, you will be killed by consecutive attacks.

However, it is different now.

Griffith lightly squeezed the hilt of his sword, his sharp aura was as insurmountable as a steep cliff.When the leader of the red-backed orc rushed in front of him, he swung his Hanguang sword and slashed out.The edge of the sword tore the iron edge of the shield, chopped the hardwood, and sent the arm of the shield bearer flying.

Before the red-backed brother even had time to scream, Griffith took a step forward and pierced his chest with his sword, took out a meteor hammer with his left hand and smashed it over his shoulder.

The red-backed second brother just jumped out from behind when he was hit head-on, and his teeth, nose bones and eyeballs flew out together.

At this time, the third orc came around from the side, grabbed the dagger and stabbed it at the waist.The blow hit the ice shield first, and was blocked by the wolf fur and breastplate.

Griffith grabbed the shield on his back and swept "Spinebreaker" Kazka Redback, the sharp edge of the shield almost tore off half of his face.He drew back his sword and grabbed it, lifted Kazka Redback over his head, raised his knee and bumped into it.

"Bah!"

With a chilling sound of bone cracking, the red-backed orc was bent into two pieces, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Brunave nodded again and again.Aslante clapped her hands seriously, and said to them, "It's so exciting! I'll come to the fight in the afternoon!"

That's the end of the morning game.According to Uluhai's schedule, each group will have two games in the morning and afternoon in each of the 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 strength of the enemy and the arena will continue to increase with the promotion.

Groups of orcs, trolls, orcs, and even teams of humans and goblins fought 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, the loser of the previous battle was still screaming while clutching his severed limbs, and the next contestant had already appeared on the stage, fighting while standing in the bloody water, viscera, and pieces of meat.

While waiting to play, Griffith found that many merchants brought weapons and food to sell to the contestants.The surviving players also sell the weapons of the enemies they just killed.The entire Flint tribe is like a roaring windmill, constantly injecting fresh flesh and blood, and crazily producing death.

"Wouldn't Uluhai have one every spring, summer, autumn and winter?" Griffith watched the corpses being dragged away, and even wondered whether the manpower of the clan alliance would be drained of blood.

"Of course," Brunave nodded, "Do you think it's too frequent?"

"Of course, there must be at least a few hundred casualties in such a fight," Griffith whispered, "Brave fighters should not die in such a battle."

As soon as Griffith finished speaking, thunderous cheers erupted from a nearby arena.A hoarse and frantic voice roared like a beast, and countless voices shouted unintelligible names.

A mighty warrior gave the audience a bloody and heroic fight, to the cheers of a hero.

"Huh? Mr. Knight, do you think this is worthless?" The orc grinned and said, "I don't think so."

He pointed to the shabby town and said: "As you can see, my life is not very good, the food is not good, and the food is not enough, even in a richer place like Huoshi Town.

"Using your human words, we all live in muddy huts, and there is really no fun except gambling and fighting. At night, when you and Miss Ranger are in the spring, I don't know how many warriors are squatting downstairs to listen to the noise. !"

"Boom!" Galadia snatched Aslanta's staff and gave it to the orc.

"You're right," Griffith watched curiously as the orc rubbed his butt and got up, "So~"

"Miss Ranger, don't take offense, I'm a rough person," Brunaf apologized first after being beaten, and then continued to say to Griffith with a smile like a normal person, "So, whether it's the chief or everyone else The patriarch of the tribe will make fun for everyone from time to time; if everyone is not happy, then they can only have fun with the chief and the patriarchs.

"Do you think that's the truth?"

The orc was right.After the civil strife broke out in Canaan, the alliance between Byelan and the elves will definitely be weakened. Next, when the autumn harvest comes, Chief Vesario, who has centralized control, will inevitably bring his army to come to us for fun. Haha.

Just as Griffith was thinking, the games in their group were also scheduled.

"The nameless offal with no ornamental value enters the Uluhai rematch!"

The goblin in the stands shouted with a microphone, calling for the audience to place a bet on Griffith.Then he raised his finger and shouted at the three ogres on the sidelines:

"Look, the smart and strong ogre is coming!"

The creatures that appear across the arena are very tall, but not as tough and powerful as the trolls.The ogre in the center has blue skin and two heads, one fierce and the other cunning.The right head controls the left half of the body and holds a club, while the left head controls the right half of the body and uses a staff as a weapon.

Two brown-skinned ogre warriors, slightly smaller in size, followed him.Before the battle even started, the ogre mage began to chant bloodlust.The blessed ogre warrior's size increased dramatically, and his momentum was astonishing.

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 mages don't have many spells, but they all have powerful lethal power," Borunaf asked, "Miss Priest, let me come with you?"

"No, just cheer me on." Miss Troll refused straight away and walked forward alone.

She has a tall and sexy figure, with waterfall-like long silver hair hanging down her slender waist, swaying gently with her upturned buttocks, swaying gracefully.

"Tsk tsk, what a stunner you are," Borunaf raised his elbow and thumped Griffith twice, "Isn't it more interesting than an elf?"

Griffith looked back at Galadia, and found that she had already gone to the audience, and couldn't help but feel relieved: "Can the Pope, the God of Shadow, agree to the marriage of priests?"

"Disagree!?" Borunaf growled, "Pontiff, how many troops does he have? Hey, look, this swing, this curve, this width, hey, it's wider than shoulders, it must be... ..."

Halfway through his words, he was suddenly strangled by a terrifying breath.

Griffith also felt dry in his mouth, and his heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gauze.Malice, grief, and despair crawled out of the abyss in hideous forms.

Aslante has transformed into a thick ink-like shadow form.Every step of her light footsteps tightened the hearts of every creature who looked at her.

Until the horror of despair that makes people want to die completely engulfs the world.

"Ah! What kind of monster is that!?" Everyone in the audience was taken aback when they saw Aslanta return to the shadow form, and someone even threw an apple core at her.

The leading ogre mage also shouted in horror: "I don't understand what that guy is. (Me too.)"

Aslante unfolded a shadow stance.The terrifying ripples were howling, and the three ogres ran away waving their arms before they could charge.

She was shrouded in a circle of black light, and while casting a large-scale fear spell, she raised the hideous and sharp staff and pointed forward, a wave of magic energy that wanted to tear the soul and flesh would wantonly whip the fleeing cannibals magic.

The first ogre was killed in a blink of an eye.Its unwilling soul even forms hallucinations in the air, before being devoured by the staff.

Another ogre warrior just broke free from fear and ran towards her, but was also bitten by the magic energy and fell to the ground.

The only remaining ogre mage gave up the plan to charge, and began to chant the ice spell, and an ice spear gradually took shape, and it was projected towards it roaring.

Aslante dodged and hid behind the stone pillar erected in the arena, and ran around the pillar.She waited for the cooldown of her spell while dodging the shots of the Ice Lance, and then dodged out to throw one vicious and cruel life drain at the ogre.

Under the whip of the shadow spell, the ogre was torn apart, and the screams were earth-shattering. He was killed without even touching the hem of Aslanta's clothes.

The audience watched the terrible battle in horror, until Miss Shadow Priest released the shadow form and returned to the light without slowing down.

……

After the first day of fighting, everyone went back to the chestnut Karl stew.With the stimulation of Uluhai, the orcs who had complained a lot no longer complained.

"Tomorrow's battle will not be as easy as it is today," Borunaf said, "The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and we have to be careful."

Griffith nodded: "From tomorrow, we will fight together and get familiar with each other's cooperation."

At this time, the owner of the tavern came over dragging a small cart and asked the guests at each table:

"Weapons or intelligence?"

His small car is full of weapons.It seems that he is not only mainly engaged in catering and accommodation, but also a part-time arms dealer.Griffith flipped through the weapons a few times, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

In addition to the tomahawks that orcs often have, there are also bundles of Beyeland standard throwing spears, crossbows and long swords, all in good condition, without any rust or damage.The boss gave a brief introduction, and then pointed to the door of the store, where there were even piles of armor-piercing guns and halberds specially designed to deal with large creatures.

Such gear is not a commodity that ordinary traders and smugglers can bring.

"Where did it come from?" Griffith suppressed his nervous heartbeat and asked, "Is the quality guaranteed?"

"Of course, the authentic Byelan product. You see, this armor-piercing gun and this long halberd are specially used to deal with mountain monsters," the boss said in a low voice, and then pointed his finger at the gun, "Look here."

Small indistinct characters can be seen on the fine iron bayonet, and one word is still recognizable—"Meyer."

The origin and serial number of this weapon were erased when it was sold, but the person who did this work was not conscientious, and the inscriptions on the refined iron casing were not completely removed.

This is a standard military weapon from the duchy of Hermann Meyer, the most loyal comrade and vassal of King Bayeran, on the west bank of the Tierne River.

Griffith turned his gaze to the street outside the tavern.Merchants there were unloading sacks of barley and soybeans and loading bales of furs onto wagons.Could it be that these grains also came from Duke Meyer?
The tavern owner saw that everyone had no intention of buying weapons, so he pulled out a leather cloak and watched Brunaph remain silent.

The blood warrior was stunned for a while, then flipped his leather cloak, and suddenly became vigilant.He took out some money and handed it to the boss: "Where did this come from?"

After collecting a generous tip, the tavernkeeper whispered:

"Hogg the Gnoll has joined the competition."

The name was unfamiliar to Griffith, but Galadia visibly tensed up.

It is said that people in the north are often awakened by the cries of jackals when they grow up. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot forget the nightmare that their mother warned them——If you don’t obey, Hogg will eat you.

Hogg is just a nickname.The most ferocious gnoll in the orc clan alliance will be crowned with this name.His evil name is known to everyone from Odessa to Canaan.

He wanders the frontier, bringing with him dark memories of blood.It was said that Hogg was twice the size of an ordinary gnoll, and that his claws could easily tear infantry shields in half, and that his strong legs could easily catch up with poor adventurers trying to escape.But these are just legends, because no one can come back alive after facing Hogg.His name firmly occupied the headlines of the border guards' bounty bulletin board, and almost all the adventurers who were lured by the high bounty became the materials for his leather boots, cloak and tent.

Griffith glanced at the cloak the boss had placed on the table.This is a cloak stitched from several pieces of human skin, and even a wailing human face can be seen.

……

On August 8, Uluhai entered its second day.The arena was replaced by a more formal arena.

In yesterday's game, the goblin who bet on the ogre to win was jumping up and down on the audience stand. When he saw Aslante enter the arena, he yelled——

"The vile troll whore and her two minions just barely made the cut."

A shadowy curse hit the goblin, who was gesticulating obscenely, knocking him from the tower.The arena burst into cheers.

Griffith and their third-round opponents are an odd combination.

They are a tall and burly orc assassin, a troll spellcaster with deep eyes in a robe and a staff in his hand, and a fanatical human monk.

"This warrior is going to be an assassin?" Griffith exclaimed to Borunaf, "He is so big and can play with two knives?"

As soon as the words fell, the orc on the opposite side danced a small knife, and the light of the knife flew up and down, like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain.

"See, don't underestimate my people," Borunaf laughed, "That troll was unexpected. Aren't they all fanatical fighters and believers? How did they become seekers of wisdom? ?”

The troll spellcaster was writing and drawing on the ground.He wrote complex formulas one by one, and Griffith could even vaguely hear him explaining the true meaning of arcane arts to his companions.

"You see, according to Hill's reaction equation, our attack damage will follow a function curve. It will start to weaken after reaching its peak at T+12, so our tactics..."

"Hmm." His companions nodded heavily together.

Human monks seem to have a good relationship with them.He blesses his mace, and then his two companions.His work is rigorous and meticulous, explaining the principle, effectiveness and duration of the holy light to his companions while doing it.

After the monk's explanation was over, the assassin began to arrange tactics.He pointed to Griffith and Borunaf: "See those two warriors? The mage uses deceleration to control their movements, and the monk ensures our blessing of free movement. Everyone runs clockwise to keep a distance from them .”

Then, he drew the positions of attack and defense, and pointed the target of the attack arc at Miss Troll Priest.

"Hey, the other side is so serious, they want to target me!" Aslante glanced at the pillar next to him, ready to hide in and activate the shadow form.

"Game start!"

Amidst the loud horns and the cheers of the audience, Griffith rushed to the face of the caster, and broke his fangs and casting spells with a punch; Borunaf rushed forward and chopped down the priest with two axes.At this time, the hidden orc assassin hadn't even touched the corner of Aslanta's skirt.

(End of this chapter)