The departure of the old patriarch cast a shadow over the lounge.
Everyone present came with the goal of killing him, but after some conversation, everyone even had a vague feeling that this might be his relief for the old orc.
Aslanta turned around a little awkwardly, then walked into her room muttering to rest. The conditions here were much better than those in a shabby tavern, and everyone could have their own rooms to sleep well.
Griffith pulled himself out of his thoughts and asked Brunave: "How much do you know about the abilities and tactics of Patriarch Baroque?"
The orc shrugged and said: "According to past battles, he will fight challengers in close combat with a sharp ax under the cover of his helpers. He is very brave, just like other warriors who possess violent power."
"With his old age, can he still fight in close combat?" Galadia shook her head, "I don't believe it."
"It's impossible to just look at him like that, but it is said that once he appears in the arena of Uluhai, he will be like a divine help, bursting out with amazing fighting power and sweeping the challengers. According to the speculations of our chief and shaman,
He used some method to create an illusion and the real battle scene was covered up."
"So what is his real battle like?" Galadia asked worriedly.
"Of course, I don't know, but it's not a big deal, Miss Ranger," Brunov grinned, "Isn't it just cheating~ I have already prepared it, Mr. Knight, I must have already
Ready."
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"The mighty and invincible tribal warriors, under the protection of their ancestors, launch the sacred promotion ceremony today!"
The shocking war drums beat. All races gathered from all directions in the sacred arena to watch the glorious battle that would determine the future of the Firestone Tribe.
Brunave and Aslante arrived at the exit to the arena early, polishing their weapons and preparing spells.
Griffith leisurely fell behind, checked the breastplate and weapons, tightened the belt, and put on the wolfskin. After a while, he took off these inseparable equipment.
His stern eyes were as calm as ever, but his slightly trembling fingers still revealed his excitement.
"Are you ready?" Miss Elf came to his side, "Don't be stressed."
Her voice was trembling, as if she had never been so nervous in her life. Her bright and beautiful eyes were as full of expectation as ever.
Huh, it's like fate is weighing on my heart, and a small thought will hurt me. However, just thinking about the wonderful things that are about to happen, I feel extremely happy.
Griffith untied the string from his collar and took off the ring he had carefully collected. The sparkling silver ring was like a blooming rose, with the petals holding a magnificent violet gemstone.
"This is a ring made of the golem master's characteristic crystal and mithril. You should be able to discover the ability to control magical creatures.
"Happy birthday, Galadia."
Griffith's tongue was tied and his heart almost jumped out...
He took the elf's hand and put the ring on her, raised it to his lips and kissed her gently. The slender fingers trembled slightly without resistance, letting him know the girl's mood at this moment. After customizing the ring,
He was a little nervous for a while, worried about whether the gift was appropriate and whether she would reject it.
At this time, Griffith was convinced that there was no more suitable gift in the world.
The warmth of the hands held flows through the fingertips, and the joy and excitement of the first meeting have not faded at all. The magnificent ring is like a chain of flowers, intertwining an eternal bond. The words scattered on the ground turned into choked excitement just after I picked them up.
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Oh, God, why did you give me such a wonderful and dangerous encounter!
Two identical voices resonated in Griffith's heart, and he searched for the colorful expectations and spoke from his heart: "Garadia, after this battle is over and we escape, we..."
"Ah, don't!" The elf hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, "You can't say such unlucky words. You can't get into trouble."
The slender fingers left a throbbing touch on the lips, and the ring he just put on slid over the lips, stirring up the emotions in his heart.
Faint thoughts bring back memories of the past. Why do we get close to each other? In the entanglement of danger and joy, we interweave an eternal bond.
It seemed like countless years had passed since the first meeting between the two, but they were as close as before their eyes. Their beautiful smiles were as beautiful as ever, and every bit of the memories they painted together were so clear.
Oh, God, you cannot even think of breaking this bond of soul.
"Garadia, I swear in the name of all the gods who have watched us from the moment we met until this moment, our story has just begun.
"I will win today's battle and take you back to my hometown. Then, we will return to Homon Watts and continue our journey back to the days we love.
"If the gods in the sky are unwilling, I will reach out to them, cross the gap between the planes, grab their collars, and ask loudly, don't you like the story between me and you? You have witnessed us
Aren’t you willing to give us your heartfelt blessings on our journey to this day?!”
Galadia was so excited that she couldn't help herself. She put her hands on the trainee knight's shoulders and leaned tightly against his chest. She looked up at her guardian, and the tears that came out of her eyes turned into a river of inseparable attachment.
:
"Fight, my knight. From the day we met until eternity, you are my knight without the gift or witness of the gods. My destiny is with you, and my soul bears witness to this oath.
"Fight, my knight, I have no doubt of your victory."
Their lips and hearts have never been so close, and their common trembling resonates deep in their souls.
Griffith hugged the elf tightly into his arms with hands that no longer trembled, raised his shy and excited cheek, opened his mouth and tightly intertwined joy and dreams.
That sweet and soft touch, ah, man, why can you have such a beautiful destiny? Even the gods can't even think of cutting off the chains of this flower of soul.
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"Pong!" At this time the door was kicked open.
"Griffith! Come on, barbecue is served at half price today!" The orc's thunderous roar almost tore off the roof. He kicked the door open and shouted, "Hurry, do you still have money? Ah..."
The dumbfounded orc stared blankly at the two people who were kissing each other tightly. Aslante grabbed his thick arm and dragged him out in vain and with all his strength, and cursed in an awkward low voice.
"What are you doing? Giving blessings? It's not like..." Brunov was shocked, "You don't want to do anything here, right? There are only ten minutes before the start, is ten minutes enough?"
"Griffith," Galadia, who woke up from her beauty, patted the would-be knight angrily and raised her strong bow, "Tell the audience outside that we need to make a temporary substitution. That bastard named Brunave has been replaced.
Beaten to death."
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"Baroque is likely to have sudden moves. After the battle begins, I will activate my backup plan," the orc said in a deep voice. "You and Miss Priest must hold on for a while under the enemy's attack."
"Understood, I also have a backup plan," Griffith responded, "How is your injury?"
"It hurts, but it also mobilized my blood and courage. It's great." Brunave touched his swollen face and head, "She is so powerful, how can you push her down in the future? You
You're just a human being~ Griffith, you are a human being, you don't have three heads and six arms, right?"
"Yes, I am a human being. I have two ears and two eyes. I don't have three heads and six arms," Griffith nodded. "I just have a little more resourcefulness."
"Stop being so verbose, get ready." Aslante hit them both with her staff, "It's about to begin."
"Hey, knight, let me tell you something," Brunave came over and said in a rare whisper, "After this fight is over, you have to help me immediately pull out the handful of red flowers on the viewing platform.
Come down, wait for my order, and you will..."
"What am I going to do?"
"Just sprinkle small petals on Aslante's body and act according to my eyes." Brunov nodded with satisfaction, turned around and went to stand in his place.
Griffith looked at the bouquets of flowers high in the auditorium and thought about how he could grab a handful of them.
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Amid the cheers of the crowd, Orc peons poured fire oil along the ditch surrounding the arena. The Baroque patriarch, with his ferocious gnoll helpers and burly black-robed creatures, walked out of the opposite passage and stood before Griffith.
They were twenty steps away. At the same time as both sides appeared, the ditch was ignited with flames, wrapping the arena like a ring. The shaman raised his hands high:
"The flame of promotion has been ignited!
“If you fall down inside the ring of fire, you lose your life; if you fall down outside the ring of fire, you lose your victory!
"Use your roar and blood to shock the ancestors!"
The flames and thick smoke of the ring of flames rose into the sky and enveloped the arena.
Galadia, who was watching, saw the jackal Hogg standing out from the crowd, raising his battle ax and pointing it at Griffith, who was wearing wolf skin. The muscles all over his body were wrapped in red light, and his body expanded even more. Waiting for Sa
As soon as Man gave the command to start, he already held two battle axes and crashed into them amidst the howling wind.
"Bang!"
Griffith raised the Perseverance Block, a huge tremor was transmitted, and the whole person flew backwards.
"Start!" The shaman's command came belatedly. In the ring of flames, the Baroque patriarch expanded into a giant with rock-like muscles, and rushed towards Brunafu and the others with explosive force.
"Ula!" The audience cheered like a roaring tsunami.
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However, there was another scene on the inside of the flame. A layer of red crystal barrier rose from the fire, isolating the audience and the shouts. Griffith faced the jackal, and Brunave and the chief also
They were motionless. They could see the orcs outside the barrier cheering wildly, and they must have seen a fierce battle between the two sides.
The flames created some kind of illusion? Surrounded by thousands of enthusiastic spectators, the magical illusion was almost impossible to maintain. Sure enough, the barrier immediately fluctuated after it was raised, and it was difficult to maintain its own existence in the surging blood.
There are faint signs of disintegration.
The Baroque patriarch is still the same old orc, his body shape and appearance have not changed. He raised his right hand and tapped his crown.
"This place is mysteriously enhanced."
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden crown emitted waves of invisible fluctuations, making people feel a wave of discomfort and a cold and majestic atmosphere. The barrier that had just shown signs of collapse was infused with a certain quality and stabilized again.
This crown does seem to be different. Griffith poured blood into Han Guang and prepared to break through the barrier with his sword. The jackal Hogg immediately hit him head-on.
Griffith raised his Perseverance Shield to block, and flew backwards with a dull loud noise. Before he could hit the ground, the Jackal had already wielded his double ax and chopped down mountains and seas.
At the same time, the strange man in black robe was also squirming violently. The shabby robe flew up into the air, and the tall body hidden was a twisted and weird living creature that formed a human shape and was slowly squirming.
Aslante's hair stood up all over her body as she stared at this living creature. The humanoid living creature was a pile of curled-up flesh balls piled on top of each other, entwined with each other with slender meat strips, like a string of meat.
grapes. They turned in unison, splitting the flesh, and many dead gray eyes turned in horror, staring at the priestess.
The intertwined flesh strips became limbs, hands and feet, and each flesh ball shook and twitched, falling to the ground with a snapping sound. Moist skin appeared on the surface of the flesh ball, covered with mucus, flashing scales and colorful
Striped spots.
They shake protruding gills and spread out tiny fins on their heads, wrists, and ankles. Their eyes are high and bulging, their noses are small, their lips are thick, and their densely packed teeth are pointed and tiny.
Fishman!
The tall black-robed monster transformed into a large number of short monsters. They bounced on the ground, split their mouths full of gleaming fangs, and let out weird howls like phlegm: