Game of Death: The Second Round of Hidden Mysteries
Facing Coleja Winton's sharp charge, Nighthawk scratched two claw marks on the ground. The one-armed Nighthawk retreated steadily, but he didn't expect that the opponent's power was so powerful. Nighthawk turned slightly sideways and used
The power of Coleja Winton's sudden thrust turned him over, twisting his upper and lower body into two parts. He used skill and the help of his own shoulders to throw Coleja Winton onto his back to the ground. Then, before Coleja Winton had time to dodge, Nighthawk struck out.
When the foot stepped down, the force even affected the flow of the wind. While the people around him gasped for air, Coleja Winton was severely stepped into the ground by the giant foot of the nighthawk.
This strength and reaction... Arthur was stunned and swallowed his saliva. Nighthawk himself didn't seem to use much strength to throw Coleja Winton over his shoulder half a circle. This was only possible with the flexible control of his own body muscles.
For most people, there will be a certain gap between the movements conceived in their minds and the actual movements. This is because human muscles have their own critical points and boundaries under the control of nerves. For example, most people see
A newborn orc can move his legs around his head at will, and his brain can understand how to do this action. However, if he actually does it, he will find that his body cannot do it without training. This is also in line with the relationship between various races.
Depends on the degree of brain development.
According to the current situation, the orcs are the most flexible in muscle control among all races, followed by dwarves, elves, humans, mermaids, goblins, etc. In terms of brain development, they are goblins, humans, elves, mermaids,
Dwarves and orcs. In this death game, Arthur at least didn't think there was anyone else who could stretch three to four meters like Nighthawk and make a big hole with one kick.
It took Coleja Winton a while to crawl out of the sand pit. He moved slowly and looked dazed. After struggling to climb to the ground, he let out a whimpering sound like a jackal begging for mercy. His eyes had shrunk into light yellow ovals, and his broken wrists were
With half a ring of fluff appearing, Coleja Winton seemed to be stimulated by the environment and entered a state of animalization. Half-orcs are not a better race than humans and orcs. In fact, half-orcs are more of a fusion of the two races.
Their shortcomings were that they inherited nothing except strength. At least nature did not completely abandon them. Later, Arthur learned from Nighthawk that half-orcs can actually transform into beasts. As long as certain conditions are met, they can
It can completely abandon human reason and become a beast even more violent than an orc.
Beasts also have a fragile side, and Coleja Winton is like this now. He is begging for mercy, hoping that Nighthawk can let him go. No one expected this situation, and basically everyone except Arthur Jace
Everyone ranked Coleja Winton as the second most difficult villain to deal with. It was only two or three minutes before the start of the fourth battle, and Coleja Winton was begging for mercy. This is such a terrifying strength gap.
Nighthawk naturally would not let a threat that became a beast continue to exist. In terms of compassion, the madmen who were tempted to participate in this game would not have such a thing. Nighthawk pulled Coleja Winton out of the pit, and
Carrying it like a puppet, Nighthawk's height of more than two meters looked like a giant to Coleja Winton. His eyes became more and more frightened, his feet kept kicking, and then he slowly watched Nighthawk grow.
Big wolf mouth...
For Nighthawk, after living with humans for a long time, he would have a psychological barrier if he ate people casually, but half-orcs are not humans. Nighthawk did not hesitate to bite the head of Coleja Winton, who was transforming into a jackal.
After chewing slightly, he showed a disgusted expression: "It tastes as bad as dead pig..."
After saying that, Nighthawk casually threw the headless body of Coleja Winton into the pile of corpses on the sand, turned around and pointed at Mozkov and others who were on the high platform on the left with expressions of joy on their faces: "Dear Lord Marquis,
Can I declare my victory?"
Mozkov, who was still immersed in the pleasure of Coleja Vinton transforming into a half-animal and then being easily torn into pieces, calmed down his expression and said slowly with a deadwood-like appearance: "Humph... you win.
, Werewolf, but don’t forget, I hope you die. I still remember the night you howled like a wolf a few years ago..."
"Thank you, Nian Xiang. Unfortunately, I don't like the raw meat you prepared. I wonder if you have any other preparations?"
"If you have enough points and can return to the cell alive, I don't mind letting you see my handiwork. Now, soldier, let this damn orc return to his single room." As the herald said.
According to the message, Nighthawk was put back into his cage. But his eyes were always looking at Arthur, and he was talking. What Nighthawk wanted to know was naturally the function of points. It had already guessed in advance what would happen after the Last Supper.
There will not be any 'edible' food for him, and the raw meat is just a prop to make him completely give up his rationality. If becoming the last survivor can gain freedom and his most desired wish, then Mozkov wants to
The purpose of more sensory stimulation will be weakened. What this pervert wants is for the normally well-dressed pedestrians to degenerate into savages who only kill each other.
These people were able to refuse the raw meat on the first day, but what about the second and third days?
Points will be useful at night, maybe related to food. Arthur kept this in mind and then analyzed his situation at the beginning of the fifth round. At this moment, he had two points, and he still had a chance to be selected in the second round.
One point, and then there is a chance to get two points against Mozkov's men. Wait, when Mozkov said the rules, he didn't seem to mention the situation of not being selected in the second round, which means that there is a chance in the second round.
There may not be a single point... and it has not been said whether those who survived the first round and were seriously injured can participate in the second round drawing and third round selection.
Now it seems that in order to widen the gap, the choice in the second round is crucial. Arthur began to watch the next showdown with renewed concentration. The death game continued, and there were fewer and fewer characters who could stand safely. By the third round
After the nine battles, except for Jace, who had never been chosen, 14 of the 19 people were still alive. The only thing that surprised Arthur was that the old knight Saparo was still alive and won the victory without spending much effort.
.It seems that this old knight is also a hidden master of fighting skills.
Satisfied, Mozkov leaned back on the chair arranged for him on the high platform. This old man who usually advises Brighton City has not tasted such bloody excitement for three years. He can't wait to start right away.
The second round of competition. Before that, he had something important to announce... He hunched his back and leaned on the herald and said to the few people below who were still awake:
"Every scumbag who is still alive, I am very satisfied with this first round of the game. It's just a pity that no one wants the delicious food I prepared for you... Next, it will be the second round. I want to tell you something in advance.
The thing is, there are five people seriously injured now. I will ask my men to pick their names out of the lottery box. For the remaining nine people, whoever is drawn will be the one. The rule in the second round is that you cannot fall to the ground.
One point will be deducted for the local..."
Arthur, who ignored Mozkov, regrouped his mental strength from a short rest. The cell in front of him was opened again, and the soldier standing at the door handed him a small iron box. There was only a hand on the top of the iron box.
When he entered, Arthur looked at the impatient soldiers. He was probably still angry about why a wizard didn't die in the first round. He grabbed a small silver iron pill with a few letters engraved on it. It belonged to Nighthawk.
name.
Did he choose Nighthawk? I wonder who Nighthawk chose. Arthur waited silently for the start of the second round, but suddenly found that all the nine-person cages around him that were still able to move were opened. Before he could react,
The voice of Mozkov's herald on the high platform sounded almost crazy: "It's just! I didn't tell you this second round, it was a melee! It was a melee among the nine of you alive, hahahaha, I know there are many of you.
We are old acquaintances, I want to see if you can still maintain your humanity in a chaotic scene!"
A melee? Arthur watched Nighthawk and Jace walk out of his single cell, and he began to think about what Mozkov's intention was. Wouldn't a melee bring people who already knew each other into a group? It's just... Arthur
He glanced at Nighthawk, who was walking towards him cheerfully, and realized that his target in the second round was Nighthawk. If only one person could survive in the end, would he kill Nighthawk...
What was I thinking! Arthur shook his head quickly. He didn't run away and came here just to take Nighthawk and Jace out. He actually wanted to betray Nighthawk! Arthur greeted Nighthawk and Jace.
The first sentence is to confess the result of your lottery.
"Nighthawk, this round, the target I need to knock down is you."