Chaos Crown

Chapter 161, Khorne Showdown! (third change)

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Aaron, who was standing in the audience, somewhat recognized the half-orc on the stage. Although the other party had changed a lot, his skin color had also turned light brown, and his attire had undergone a huge change, but Aaron still recognized the half-orc. A half-orc.

Isn't this guy the half-orc I saw in the snake god temple?
He... isn't he dead?
People are still buried by me!

what's up?
Aaron stood under the stage. He carefully identified the half-orcs on the duel ring, with a look of disbelief. Resurrection from the dead is actually quite common in the kingdom, but most of the magic of resurrection from the dead needs to be performed on the spot. Release, the worst 3-ring resurrection technique must be released within 1 minute of death time, and it cannot heal fatal injuries, it is a very harsh resurrection technique.

The deceased with the 5th ring cannot be resurrected for more than 10 days. Fatal injuries can be healed but limbs and organs cannot be restored. If key parts and organs are missing, the resurrection will fail, and magic and curses cannot be lifted.

The resurrection technique of the 7th ring requires a corpse as a coordinate, and the time of death must not exceed 100 years. It can restore the entire body, neutralize all toxins, and lift all curses.

The full resurrection technique of level 9 doesn't even need a corpse, as long as you know this person.

(Another: Resurrection is also very painful for the dead, they need a longer rest to re-adjust to the feeling of returning to the mortal world.)
However, in actual adventures and operations, the use of resurrection magic is actually very little, because releasing the resurrection magic is a huge consumption for priests, not to mention that preparing the resurrection props requires pure diamonds.

So how did this half-orc Doherty come back to life?He is a backward tribe in the Horn of Storm Mountains, where can the senior priest release the resurrection spell?
Aaron couldn't figure it out.

What's more troublesome is that he felt that the closed power of Khorne in his body was a little bit about to move.

Blood God, want to fight?

"Why is there an arena here?" Aaron turned to ask Samir.

"Didn't I tell you? The people who came to join the Restoration Army this time will let you see the depth and breadth of the country. With so many people of all kinds gathered together, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of disputes, so Ms. Raul The arena has been set up, and if anyone is willing to use the arena to solve the problem, then let them do as they please." Samir pointed to several Heim guards nearby: "They have notarized it."

"This guy's name is Doherty-Blood Sword. It is said that he is a half-orc from the Horn of the Storm tribe. He said that he followed the will of the brand-new god. These half-orcs are provocative everywhere and looking for fights. I don't know during this time How many games have you fought?" The magician scratched his head: "However, unlike the half-orcs in everyone's impression, these half-orcs still...have some rules, they only fight, and don't cause bloody conflicts."

"These guys are so strong, especially this Doherty-Blood Sword." Samir sighed: "Did you see that? That fire genasi? That's a warlock, but he was beaten up by this half-orc." No."

Genasi, a rare race in the Realms, fit their unique origins.Most of them live on the elemental plane and will not come to the mortal world for activities. The few elementals living on this continent are often the result of being influenced by powerful elements at the moment of their birth, and only a very small number of hybrids come.

A baby born within the eye of a hurricane might become an air genasi, while a fire genasi might be born in the midst of a raging forest fire.

The buddy on the ring in front of him is a fire genasi, his hair is burning flames, his skin is scorched black, his eyes are shining with dazzling light, his mouth and nose exhale a breath of sulfur, You can tell at a glance that it's not a good thing to mess with.

Fire genasis are often hot-tempered and capricious, and everyone will walk around when they see a fire genasi appearing on the street.

However, right in front of his eyes, the half-orc stepped on the fire genasi's head that was still burning on the ring. The strong body odor and the smell of sweat came out along with the burning flames.

"This, no." The half-orc swordsman stepped on the head of the fire genasi, with a look of contempt on his face, pointing at the surrounding crowd with a long knife in both hands: "I still need more challenges, more duels!"

"You, who else wants to duel with me?"

"Otherwise, none of you have the power to prevent me from joining you."

"Who else? Come on!"

Wherever the half-orc's two-handed long knife pointed, the audience who were watching the fun shrunk their necks subconsciously. A few days ago, when this half-orc challenged everywhere, there were still many people who challenged him, and now the half-orc challenged again. , no one dared to come on stage.

"Wait...wait!" Just as the half-orc was looking for his next opponent, a painful cry came from under the soles of his feet: "I still, I haven't lost yet!!!"

It's that Fire Genasi!He is not willing to admit defeat!
I saw this fire elemental suddenly burst into a crazy roar, every pore in his body opened for it, and strands of orange-red hot flames spewed out, covering him from head to toe in a terrifying Within the open flame!

The fire genasi shouted the name of his god with the last of his strength: "Kashus!!!"

"Feel the supremacy from the Fire Elemental Plane..."

The half-orc gave a surprised "Huh?" He gently lifted the soles of his feet and stepped on them hard again.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust soared into the sky, and the fire genasi passed out completely this time, and his flame was extinguished.

"Next." The half-orc asked again who was going to compete.

Before Aaron and the others could react, a vigorous figure stepped onto the stage from the crowd: "One-eyed bastard, your luck is over!"

It's the snow elf brother Leierta!
The audience around screamed in surprise. In their sight, Leierta strode onto the ring. The blood stains formed by the coagulated blood under his feet were like smooth slates. The orc stench in the air made the snow elves Nausea.

The half-orc raised his head and stared at the snow elf. This mighty sword master and fighter had been fighting continuously for a long time, but his mental and physical strength seemed to be boundless. When he saw a point-eared man on stage, the half-orc Doherty-Blood Sword The fangs exposed outside the mouth were trembling with excitement.

"Elf? Or a complete elf, very good. It seems that my hard work during this time has not been in vain. I finally came to a decent one. I have always been curious about how effective your hundreds of years of training can be?"

"It's better than you reptiles with only a few decades of living heads." Leierta said, "You will see it soon."

"No, instead, I'll let you see what my martial arts are like, that's the way we do things, isn't it? It seems you are eager to prove something with me, so stop dawdling and hurry up Come on, I'll give you a chance to attack first."

Snow Elf Demon Archer took out an arrow from behind, and he intentionally motioned for a distance between the two sides.

"Prepare... start!"

Leierta bent his bow and set an arrow at an extremely fast speed, and the arrow pointed at the orc's face.

Leierta concentrated his mind and injected his magic power into the arrow.

Archer is a very powerful, but not durable class.

The secret of this class lies in the unique elven archery that infuses magic into attacks and produces supernatural effects.

But the number of magic arrows that the magic archer can prepare each time is limited. Between each sufficient rest, with Leerta's current strength, the number of magic arrows he can prepare is 3 rounds.

He can use these three magic arrows to fire any form of special magic arrow with Arcane Shot.

These three arcane shots are powerful, but the number of times is limited.

And to defeat this half-orc, Leierta estimates that the number of arcane shots he needs is .

once!
Bending the bow and setting the arrow, the moment the two sides announced the start of the duel, the bowstring sounded, and an arcane shot flew out, and disappeared in the air. The arrow disappeared and became invisible amidst everyone's surprised shouts!
Arcane Shot - Piercing Arrow!

The half-orc sword master saw this kind of attack for the first time, and before Doherty had time to get close, the arcane shot was already rushing towards him!He was almost shot in the right eye by a piercing arrow!
At the critical moment, the half-orc sword master immediately turned from offense to defense. He put the long brass sword in front of his eyes. The eight-pillar emblem was strong and bright, burning with the light of lava from Iron Fire Castle, which was enough to pierce through The penetrating arrow that penetrated all matter was actually blocked!

clang clang ~
The confrontation between the arrow and the two-handed brass long knife shot out a series of sparks. Dougherty resisted vigorously. The half-orc was very tenacious. His muscles were swollen. After fighting for two seconds, the magic light piercing through the arrow finally disappear.

Everyone exclaimed, and some even showed displeasure, because they noticed that Snow Elf's arrow was not a competition at all, but aimed directly at killing the orc!

But Orcs weren't very nice either, so no one said anything.

Guard Heim hesitated for a moment, but did not respond.

The snow elves' sneak attack failed, and this time it was the orc's turn to attack.

Doherty first recited a taboo god's name, which only Raelta could hear, and the snow elf could feel the sea of ​​hatred surging in his mind, a boiling storm of rage.

The hatred, rage, and thirst for blood immediately made Snow Elf lose his mind, and at the same time his body began to smoke, and the energy from emotions gradually turned into reality, and began to curse him and tear him apart!The hunger in his soul from the battle tormented Snow Elf, and his speed slowed down by half a beat.

At this time, Dougherty was already approaching quickly!
The half-orc shouted loudly in the air. He showed his indestructible belief to the snow elf, an indomitable and indelible belief. The eight-pillar emblem from nowhere reappeared in Leierta's mind repeatedly. The king of skulls is roar.

To bleed!More bloodshed!

Want a head!Want more heads!

The orcs were laughing at him, the snow elf had never felt such a terrible hunger, for blood, for glory, for skulls, his willpower was soon shattered, his mind was already filled with madness and rage, hunger and thirst Flooded, Leierta gave up adjusting the position and shot, he immediately drew out the second magic arrow and pointed at the orc's head.

At this moment, Dougherty was only two steps away from the snow elf.

"Go to hell! One-eyed bastard!!!"

Reerta didn't know why he was so angry, but he didn't care anymore.

As he said, isn't it natural for elves to kill orcs?

However, at the moment when he was about to shoot the arrow, without warning, the half-orc body spun around in the air inconceivably.

Fight back!

The fierce whirlwind rushing towards the face rushed into the senses of the Snow Elf, and Leierta was thrown horizontally by this violent blow, and hit the edge of the ring heavily, Leierta only felt the shock coming from his whole body. The feeling of pain, the shattered magic arrow, the falling bow, and the bright red dripping from his forehead slowly came into view.

"It's over!" The half-orc grinned and approached.

"No... not yet!" The snow elf tried his best to reach out and grab the elf dagger at his waist.

The half-orc kicked Leierta's wrist, and he played with the long brass knife in a disdainful tone: "If I hadn't been merciful, I would have killed you, Elf!"

"I thought it was a decent guy, but in the end, the elf archer only has this kind of strength?"

The snow elf was kicked on the stomach by the half-orc, and the severe pain made him bow his body like a shrimp. Seeing the pain of the elf, the half-orc showed a wild smile. He raised the soles of his feet and moved towards The snow elf's face stepped on it, stepping on it hard.

"Next! One! One~~~"

Under the orc's soles, the snow elf felt his soul shattered.

He struggled frantically, ignoring his own face and rubbed streaks of blood on the ring and the soles of the orc's boots.

The heart-wrenching shame made Reerta almost faint on the spot.

For the first time in his life, the snow elf let out such a hoarse cry: "Let me go! Bastard! Curse of Corellon..."

"It's so noisy!" The half-orc raised his foot and stomped it down violently.

The elf's cry stopped abruptly.

"Who else is coming?" Doherty the half-orc raised his eyes and turned around in the audience.

His casual look stopped immediately.

Because he saw Aaron, his savior!
Moreover, his savior actually raised his hand, indicating that he also wanted to come up and make gestures?

good!This is so good!

"You, fight me!" Doherty waved the brass long knife with both hands, and excitedly put a little force on the snow elf's face with his feet.

"Come!"

　Updated, finally the third update, so tired~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)