Blood tax

Chapter 274 The Living Crown

"Mengxin with two brushes entered the quarter-finals cautiously."

After the goblin in charge of the explanation was killed, the new orc spoke more politely.

On the afternoon of the 20th, with Griffith, they were a half-orc gladiator team.They use swords and shields, spears and fishing nets as weapons, and they cooperate very skillfully.By this time, there were only eight teams left in the arena.Hundreds of broken bodies were piled together waiting to be transported away.

The half-orc gladiator who served as the vanguard held a long sword and a small shield, and moved left and right like a springworm to avoid the attack of Borunaf. The fishnet gladiator threw a greasy and tough fishing net to cover Griffith.

Just as Griffith cut through the fishing net with Hanguang and broke free to prepare for support, Aslante was covered by another net, and the spear gladiator stabbed at him with his spear raised.

But the black mist wrapped around Miss Shadow Priest's body was as tough as a solid armor, and the half-orc's spear pierced it with all its strength, as if piercing into layers of hard armor, and couldn't penetrate it at all.

The quasi-knight was determined, grabbed the shield of perseverance and threw it at the fishnet gladiator's.The half-orc was knocked to the ground before he could throw the net, and the net did not cover the target.

Griffith leaped from the rope net, threw two swords and killed the fishnet gladiator.At the same time, Brunaf also split the sword and shield gladiator's small shield and knocked it to the ground.

Their cooperation is getting better and better.By the third day of the gladiatorial fight in the arena, Griffith already had a full understanding of his two companions.

Borunav is a typical orc warrior, at least on the surface it looks like the Sequence 7 "Berserker" of the Warrior Path.Although his battle does not have the characteristics of breaking spells, it can produce a rage similar to bloodthirsty, greatly improve his strength and speed, and has a certain degree of magic resistance.

Aslante dresses up like a priest, but her prayers, blessings, and healing spells are all in a mess, often bringing negative effects or even curses; however, once she transforms into a shadow form, she will use a wide range of fear spells to control In the field, relying on the tough black mist to provide all-round defense, and then using life-sucking and curses to deal fatal blows to the enemy from a long distance, just like a fortress.

"A brutal squad of orcs, werewolves and trolls make it to the Final Four!"

The battle on the 21st left dilapidated shacks and makeshift arenas built by trucks.Amidst the rumble of war drums, countless orcs saluted them by beating their breasts on both sides of the road, cheering "Uluhai" with deep roars, until they entered the arena under the cliff and high wall.

Uluhai’s arena for the finals was built with huge blue stones to build a tall wall and stands. In the inner field stood six tall stone pillars, overlooking the fighting creatures from high above, with a magnificent and majestic momentum.

Not bad for an arena!Griffith looked at it with satisfaction, and at the same time deeply despised these savages in his heart.

They eat poorly, live in dens, spend almost all their magic spells on fighting, have poor farming and production levels, and rebellion and infighting happen at every turn.Only through the bloody and violent killing in front of them can they release the resentment and anger accumulated in their hearts and let their leader rule.

Brunaf, um, is a warrior with some brains, but so what, without rigorous military science, without a sound social system, they are no match for Bayeran after all... If they encounter each other on the battlefield in the future, I will give An honorable end for him.

Clan citizens from all directions gathered here, and many of them were still traveling with their luggage on their backs. It was obvious that they had driven a long way.From this moment on, Griffith no longer worried about being surrounded by the army.Even if they are enemies, as long as they enter the open finals, the sense of honor of the orcs will allow them to decide the winner with dignity.

He bent down and began to examine the greaves and leggings, then carefully inspected the condition of the weapon.Galadia watched him from the side, helping to straighten the breastplate from time to time.

"Are you nervous?" Miss Elf asked softly, "Tomorrow is my birthday, you must not die here!"

Griffith nodded.He has a good chance of winning, if the battle in the arena is unfavorable, he will activate the living corpses that have been ambushing for the past two days to launch an attack.

Uluhai is a sacred battle for the orcs, not him.

He held the girl's hand tightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and was about to talk about his thoughts to reassure her.At this moment, bursts of thunder rolled from above.

The sound of thunder was a little strange, but if you listened carefully, you could tell that it was the roar and roar of mountains and tsunami.

Griffith suddenly became alert.This cry is thousands of lives cheering for honor and battle together.A certain quality in his body was also mobilized, and the road of war knights that had just emerged resonated with it.

Galadia and Aslante's faces were pale.Their keen perception and delicate spirit were touched, and they were greatly suppressed when they heard the thunderous roar.

The voice gradually changed from chaotic to orderly, and even faintly carried a solemn melody.Finally, Griffith heard clearly.

"Fight, great clan

"Fight to the death
"Destroy the dark wizarding forces
"Destroy the evil Bayelan gang!

"Let the noble wrath

"Roll to the waves
"War bravely
"Holy war!"

This majestic chorus made Griffith turn pale when he heard it.This is the battle song of the orcs, the "Holy War" that he must have heard before several great wars in the East.

Brunaph was beating his chest to the battle song.The chaotic orc tribe actually gathered a solemn and sacred will in this song.

"Don't let the wings of evil
"Fly into our land
"Broad and beautiful pastures
"Do not let the enemy trample

"Let the noble wrath

"rolling like a wave"

The gladiators strode into the battlefield with war songs.The noblest orcs and the most despicable orcs shouted together, as if they were bound together by unbreakable chains, and threw themselves on the battlefield to attack Bayeran.Standing on the stone steps and cliffs surrounding the arena, they beat their chests and stamped their feet on the ground, making a loud, earth-shattering roar.

Aslante also began to sing this war song with Borunaf raising his head.Although they are of different races, they are connected by this song.

"Corrupted spellcaster evildoer

"Watch your head

"The maggots and scum of the world

"Get the coffin ready!

"Let the noble wrath

"Like a wave rolling
"Holy war!"

Griffith's hands were trembling slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was excited or scared by the passionate singing.He instinctively wants to blend into this great war, but finds himself standing on the opposite side of the battlefield.

Galadia's pretty face was pale and bloodless, she held his hand tightly, leaned against him and said softly: "Don't be nervous, Griffith, you will definitely win."

"Win?!" Griffith looked at the arena like mountains and tsunami in horror, and opened his mouth to ask an unbelievable question, "Win them?"

Borunaf rushed to the arena amidst the cheers of countless warriors.His giant ax spun like a windmill, entangled in the flesh and blood of his enemies, and swung it to the sky.

The majestic war shaman personally brought them to the finals - "Warrior of the Rock is unstoppable in the hallowed arena!"

The fight in the afternoon also went well.Although Griffith was instinctively guarding against these orcs all the time, and Aslante also vomited in the hot murderous impact, the sixth battle was still calm.

……

That night, the four of Griffiths did not have to go back to the tavern to rest, but stayed in a special room in the arena to rest.Borunav's steel ax drank blood and couldn't wait to challenge the Baroque patriarch.

"Hogg the Gnoll didn't show up, was this guy killed by another team?"

Everyone was chatting, when suddenly heavy footsteps came from the aisle.The challenger was a candidate for the patriarch, and many orc warriors had been deployed along the way to the lounge, but no one stopped him.

"Guys, get ready," Brunave picked up the ax and put it on his shoulders, "our guests are here."

An extremely thick bloody breath rushed in from the corridor.The leading creature is a huge monster.He has strong humanoid limbs, ferocious eyes with fierce eyes on the jackal's head, and pieces of meat hanging on his pale fangs.

It was a jackal, twice the size of its kind, gray all over, wearing leather armor, and holding a big axe. Its menacing eyes swept across the four people in the room one by one.

Immediately after him walked in was a creature hidden under a black robe.He was as tall as a troll, he didn't speak, and he didn't show the slightest real face, but he wriggled under the cloth robe as if he was alive.

Galadia whispered in Griffith's ear: "The jackal is an extraordinary creature, and the smell of the thing under the black robe is messy and unpredictable. I'm not even sure if he is a living thing."

The two monsters stood there, neither talking nor fighting.

The third one to come in was an old orc.He was tall, but clearly aged, with lines and flabby muscles, gray beard and hair, and a small, ill-fitting gold crown.His eyes were already cloudy, and he slowly swept across the four people in front of him, and finally his eyes stayed on Brunaf:

"I am Baroque, the son of Batus, the unique king of the Flint tribe.

"You are, Burrus?"

"Brunav, the brave son of Borna, in the name of the great chief, I will replace you, a guy who does not listen to orders." Brunav stroked his big axe, "Patriarch Baroque, it's a little late to come, It is quite decisive for you to kill my companion, but it is too late to act now."

The young blood warrior pointed at the old patriarch with an axe, then looked at the wolf man and hooked his fingers: "Of course, if you want to do it now, I welcome it very much."

The Gnoll let out a low growl of contempt, and sticky saliva dripped down the wolf teeth. He bent down, ready to pounce on the enemy in front of him at any time.

The old patriarch trembled and sat down on the chair like a dying old man: "It's really late. It's hard to guard against the corrupted forest. It's impossible to block all the roads. But it's nothing. Originally, I I didn't expect to deal with the chief so easily."

He waved his hand, and the terrifying wolf man and the black-robed creature backed away without saying a word, leaving him face to face with the four young men in front of him.

"Brave Bonan, I'm not here to fight with you tonight. Our battlefield is tomorrow's Uluhai. There is no point in bleeding other than that," the old patriarch said slowly, "Tonight, I'm here to talk to you chat."

"Come on, old man, and my name is Brunave."

The old orc's cloudy eyes seemed to be remembering, or trying to remember what he wanted to say.He stayed there for quite a while, and even made Griffith wonder if he suddenly traveled westward.

"Do you want my crown, Bo-Katan?" Finally, he remembered his topic.

"I want your position as patriarch, where did you buy the second-hand metal piece? I got it together," Borunaf growled, "In addition, my name is Borunaf, if you call me wrong His front tooth was pulled out."

There was a slight smile on the corner of the old orc's mouth, which was almost hidden by wrinkles: "Okay, okay, then come and get it. There were many warriors before you who came to challenge me, but they didn't succeed."

As he spoke, he raised his finger to the crown on his head:

"A long time ago, I snatched it from the hand of the previous patriarch. I firmly believed that it was for the good of the people. That guy is cruel, arrogant and stupid. Sooner or later, the Flint tribe will come to an end in his hands. I did a good thing. Since Think you did a good thing.

"Until I put it on...

"This crown has a will, it is alive."

The air in the room suddenly cooled down.Griffith stared at the awkward crown worn on the old orc's head, and felt an inexplicable twisted illusion in his heart.It was a crown of gold, and it is not known where the Orcs took it.The inlaid gems have been lost, staring out at the world like the eye sockets of a skeleton.

The one who came here to talk to Brunaf seemed to be this small piece of metal, and the old patriarch was just its bracket.

Brunaf didn't respond immediately, and the old patriarch continued:

"From the moment I put it on, I feel the surging power. The strength of every warrior in the tribe is my strength, and every pair of eyes is my eyes. Command them, lead them, and take them from my heart what you want.

"Really, the power of a god...

"But, but, this power does not belong to me. The will of the crown is the real master of this power.

"Everything I do is to follow its will—

"Exercise power, pursue power.

"That's all."

The old orc's tone was flat and non-threatening, but its expression was so strange that it even gave people the feeling that the crown was squeezing his life, and if Brunaph could bring about the end, he would give everything willingly.

"Young Postan~"

"I'm Brunave, forget it, it's up to you."

"Brave warrior, the great chief asked you to come here because he wanted you to control the power of the Flint tribe, use this place as a base to attack Odessa, hand over the food and goods gathered for many years to supply the army, and let the warriors here serve as the clan The armies of the Alliance fight."

"That's natural."

The old patriarch shook his head, as if talking in his sleep: "But, the Flint tribe doesn't want that~
"Warriors want to kill, honor, and plunder, and it's okay to fight a battle or two. If they are allowed to fight for years and years, and willingly give out food and weapons, who will agree?

"The war with humans will never end, and the wealth accumulated by the Flint tribe for many years will melt like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The trade of exchanging furs and minerals to bring food will also be terminated because of the war. It will not be long before this place will be like The other tribes are as poor as the villages, and the poor don't even have enough barley and maggots to eat. If famine comes..."

Brunave snorted, but said nothing.

The old patriarch continued to babble on his own: "Every warrior who comes to challenge me, I will tell him this. If you kill me tomorrow, hehe, although it is unlikely, if that happens, you will Will wear this crown and merge with its will.

"Young orc, at that time, you will know that this is the future that the ruler cannot resist.

"You, sooner or later, will become like me."

After saying this, the old patriarch stood up tremblingly, straightened his back and walked out the door.When he was almost at the exit, he turned around again: "Warrior, do you know what the old people, women and children in the tribe think? Most of them will not come to see Uluhai tomorrow. Wait until you kill them." After my head is removed, you can go and see them."

His gaze then turned to Aslante:
"Hey, by the way, you can ask the girls around you. Which one is better, a living coward or a dead hero?"

　Tomorrow's team battle plus double update
　　
　
(End of this chapter)