The three orcs formed a faint formation. When the leader raised his shield and charged towards him, he had already used his broad shoulders to hide his two companions.

Griffith often encounters this combination in battles with goblins and rebels. Faced with the continuous attacks of this formation, it is often necessary to avoid them, otherwise even if the first enemy is knocked down, he will be killed by successive attacks.

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But, it's different now.

Griffith gently squeezed the hilt of the sword, and the sharp momentum was as insurmountable as a steep cliff. When the leader of the red-backed orcs rushed in front of him, he swung the sword with light and slashed out. The sword edge tore the iron edge of the shield and chopped it into pieces.

The hard wood chopped off the shield hand's arm and flew 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 the 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, held the dagger and stabbed it at the waist. The blow first hit the ice shield, and was then 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 retracted his sword and picked up Kazka Redback.

He raised it above his head, raised his knees and bumped into it.

"Boom!"

With a chilling sound of bone cracking, the red-backed orc was snapped into two pieces, with blood gurgling from his mouth.

Brunaph nodded repeatedly. Aslante clapped his hands seriously and said to them: "It's so exciting! I'll take care of the afternoon battle!"

The morning game ended like this. 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 decided to challenge the patriarch and his team on the fourth day.

Two helpers. During this period, the enemy's strength and the playing field will continue to increase with promotion.

Groups of orcs, trolls, half-orcs, and even teams of humans and goblins are fighting in several preliminaries at the same time. Each battle is short and cruel, and more than one-third of the contestants will die.

Can't 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, internal organs, and pieces of flesh to fight.

While waiting to play, Griffith discovered that there were many merchants bringing weapons and food to sell to the contestants. The surviving contestants also sold them the weapons of the enemies they had just killed. The entire Firestone tribe was like

Like a roaring windmill, it continuously injects fresh flesh and blood and produces death crazily.

"Uruhai shouldn't happen once every 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, thunderous cheers erupted from a nearby arena. 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 received heroic cheers.

"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.

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"In your human terms, we all live in mud shacks, and there is really no fun except gambling and fighting. When you and Miss Ranger were having sex at night, I don't know how many warriors were 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 clan leader 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 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 bring

He came to us with his army and had fun.

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 held up the microphone and shouted, asking the audience to place bets on Griffith's group. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the three ogres on the sidelines and shouted:

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

The creature that appeared on the opposite side of the arena is very tall, but not as tough and powerful as the mountain monster. The ogre in the middle has blue skin and two heads, one fierce and one cunning. The right head controls the left half of the body, holding

With a big stick, the left head controls the right half of the body, and a staff is used as a weapon.

Two brown-skinned ogre warriors followed him, still small in size. Before the battle began, the ogre magician began to chant the bloodthirsty spell. The blessed ogre warriors grew in size and became astonishingly powerful.

Ogre Battle Mage! Griffith immediately became vigilant. He had encountered such an enemy in the east and 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, 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 auditorium. He couldn't help but feel relieved: "Can the Pope of the Shadow God agree to the marriage of the clergy?"

"Don't agree!?" Brunave growled, "Pope, how many troops 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, a breath of terror suddenly choked his throat.

Griffith also felt that his mouth was dry, and his soul 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 shadow form like thick ink. Every time she takes a gentle step, the heart of every creature that looks at her tightens.

Until despair and terror that makes people want to die completely engulf 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 neither.)"

Aslante unfolded her shadow stance. Horrible ripples howled, and the three ogres waved their arms and ran away 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 it forward. A burst of magic energy that was about to tear apart the soul and body whipped the fleeing eaters wantonly.

Human demon.

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 the 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 ran around the pillars. While dodging the shots from the ice-throwing spear, she waited for the cooling time of her spell, then ducked out and threw a shot at the ogre.

Then came a vicious and cruel sucking of life.

The ogre's skin and flesh were torn apart under the lash of the shadow curse, and its screams were earth-shattering. 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 went back to chestnut car stew. With the stimulation of Uruhai, 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 filled with weapons. It seemed that he not only specialized in catering and accommodation, but also worked 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 Byerlan standard throwing guns, crossbows and long swords. They are in good maintenance, without any rust or damage. The boss briefly reduced it, and then pointed to the door of the store, where

There are 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, which are specially used to deal with mountain monsters," the boss said in a low voice, and then stabbed his finger on the gun, "Look at this."

Blurred small words can be seen on the spear made of fine iron, and one word can still be identified - "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. The merchants there were unloading bags of barley and soybeans, and loading large bundles of furs onto carriages. Could this food also come from Duke Meyer?

Seeing that no one had any intention of buying weapons, the tavern owner took out a leather cloak and looked at Brunave without saying anything.

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

After collecting a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered:
To be continued...