"Bloodline..." An orc rubbed his eyes and murmured to himself.

Gal's body undergoes unexpected changes, completely beyond the previous cognitive scope, and his body is quickly becoming similar to Carlodan.

This is the blood power that had disappeared from the orcs for a long time after the end of the Second Era, which has now been reappeared in Gal.

Gal reached out and grabbed Carlord's wrist and tightened it suddenly. The wrist bones broke in a "crack" sound. Carlord's growled in pain. He couldn't pull his hand back. Gal's arm was like a trap, and the force far beyond the past clamped his hand firmly clamped his hand.

Carlordane swung and kicked Gal's chest, making a loud bang, with the sound of bone shattering. The two figures separated, Carlordane turned 360 degrees in the air and turned over and down.

Gal crouched, his muscles surging like boiling water. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, took a deep breath, inhaled a huge amount of oxygen, and then slowly stood up.

"It seems you've tried your best."

Carlordan looked at him and said, "In glorious times, such power is the basic quality required to be a true chief. Legends are just the beginning."

"But you're over," Gal said.

Both sides pushed the ground at the same time, and the curved knee joints burst out with unusual force. It is hard to imagine that the orcs can maintain a fast speed that makes their eyes unable to follow under their huge bodies. Gal and Carlordan whirled in the flat valley, and each collision made a deafening roar. They chased each other, and the air waves of fists and feet made people feel substantial pain.

It is rumored that legendary warriors can bathe in magma, and that is their power.

Both fists and retreat at the same time, slashing the rocks under their feet. Carlodan paused slightly. After all, what he used was not his own body, but just a container. This little difference could be ignored when he was superior to the enemy, but if he really encountered an even opponent, this weakness would reveal its clues.

He arched his body and charged again. Gal immediately rushed forward, put his right hand together into claws, hooked Kalordon's elbow and raised it up. His left fist was sharp and he slammed his armpit like an iron cone.

Carlordan felt the stagnation of his body and could not block the attack. But after all, he was the ancient orc chief who had been through many battles. Although he suffered a great loss, he did not subconsciously set a distance at this moment. Instead, he endured the pain of his right arm as if he was suffering from a heavy hammer. He reacted very quickly and bumped into Gal's body. His right foot had already appeared behind Gal and he wanted to trip him with his backhand.

If you don’t have rich fighting experience, even if you have the power of the legendary realm, you will easily be moved back to the situation by this sudden move. Unfortunately, Gal’s combat experience is absolutely rich. The reason why he can be called the Great Chief by the orc clan of the Black Wing Empire is that it is made by the battle axe and fists. The three words “Great Chief” are covered with blood and scars.

The speed of the force that was originally suppressed was already caught up, and Gal would no longer be easily knocked down by Carlordane. When Carlordane's shoulder just touched Gal's chest, Gal's elbow had already hit Carlordane's face fiercely, and two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time!

Gal covered his chest and retreated, while Carlordon leaned back and sat on the ground, blood mixed with sweat splashed out, and two broken fangs flew out in the air and flew outwards in the field.

"You lost."

Gal took a breath. Although his body was so painful that it seemed to be about to break, he still barely supported his body and walked forward slowly.

The orc's emotional intelligence is relatively low, but until now, he has roughly understood Carlord's intention. The other party is fully capable of killing him as soon as he fights, but Carlord did not do that. Instead, he constantly humiliated and mocked him to exploit his potential, which eventually led to his defeat.

"It seems you understand, boy." Carlodan looked up at him, his teeth were covered in blood.

"Is this your purpose?" Gal gasped.

"Monet's will drive me here. To be honest, I didn't expect my opponent to be a descendant of orcs." He smiled: "I want to see if my descendants are qualified. If it's really bad, you're dead now."

"So, isn't the curse real?"

"Of course it's true."

Carlodan said affirmatively: "You kids may not be able to get involved in legends in their entire lives. That's our fault. The defeat in the Second Era brought deep suffering to the orcs, and it is thousands of times more difficult to break free from the shackles than before."

"Thank u."

Gal took a deep breath, as if he had used all his strength to say two words: "Ancestor."

"No need to say thank you, but you have to remember that you cannot lift the curse for the orcs by your own strength. The black dragon is very strong, very strong. Since you are fighting for it, if you have the chance, you can try to request..."

Halfway through the conversation, Carlodan suddenly stopped his mouth, his eyes were covered with blood in an instant, his muscles surged again, and the sound of bones turning in his body made a crackling sound.

His shoulders trembled suddenly. As the bones changed drastically, murderous intent like a tsunami surged out of Carlodan's body. A completely different aura spread out. The powerful force flowed on the surface of his body. He stretched out his hand and the dark giant blade roared back into his hand.

Gal's pupils instantly shrank into a needle-sharp shape. He didn't know what was happening in Carlodan's body, but this was definitely not the force they could resist at the moment. I'm afraid that the black winged leader like Nero could not be allowed to be intimate!

The rumbling waves were deafening, and the next moment they were ashes and turned into nothingness, just like two sudden switching paintings. The dark giant blade that was just holding in Carlodan's hand has now been inserted into his own chest.

"This is..." Gal looked confused.

"You don't need to understand, it has nothing to do with orcs."

Carlodan sat with his legs spread out and let go of his hand holding the giant blade. His breath returned to his previous calmness, and blood quickly penetrated his chest and back: "Can you come over a little? Boy."

"Okay." Gal thought for two seconds, nodded in agreement. He walked forward a few steps, leaned over and half-kneeled down on one knee, and looked at Carlordan.

"May I have your name?"

"Gal."

"Where is the last name?"

"Gal Stone Crow."

Since the Second Era Dynasty was defeated and destroyed, many famous orc surnames have been lost in the continuous pursuit of humans. Most of the orcs who survived did not have their own surnames and could only take the regathered tribes, just like the current Northland Jackal Clan.

"It's so stupid, let's change it. How about Scalon?" Carlordon's dark face showed a faint smile: "Gal Scalon."

"……good."

Gal bowed his waist and lowered his head in front of Carlodan.

Carlordan stroked his palm on Gal's head and said in a very low tone: "Prince Carlordan Scalon, allow you to take Scalon as your surname, and I swear by my blood to witness the orc descendants carrying the name of their ancestors."

Every time he said something, a large pool of blood came out of his mouth, and the voice was extremely weak afterwards.

"Are you leaving?"

"Times have changed, maybe the orcs of Aladia are no longer qualified to reach the top." Kalordan smiled, raised his weak hand, and pounded his chest: "But boy, even if he cannot reappear his former glory, he will become a very powerful guy..."

This was the last sentence of Carlodan's life, and after he said it, he closed his eyes.

His soul could neither go to the Kingdom of God nor enter hell. After it dispersed on its own initiative, it could only drift with the wind and turn into nothingness. In the future, even if Monet resurrected the dark orc derivative body again, it would no longer be Carlodan.

Gal sank on the ground with strength, his eyes dazed and his limbs seemed to be not owned.
Chapter completed!