Chapter 390: The Lord of Glory vs. the Dwarf Father God!
Seven tribes, seven king-selecting teams.
Five candidates entered the fray.
Form a circle.
Outside the small circle, six teams with 37 people formed a larger circle and stood behind their candidates. The reason there were six teams with 37 people was because one team arrived just this morning and had already lost
To qualify for the final battle, the candidates and the team went to the back.
What? There are seven candidates in total for the King Selection Ceremony?
The last team left the latest and came back last. At this time, they were probably still climbing on the mountain road...
Grete stood in front of Bernard, looking at the candidates one by one. The bright morning sun shone slanting from the top of the mountain. Five tribes and five dwarves, each of them was bright. At first glance, it was bright, and at finer details, it was bright.
It seems that the areas are different:
Prince Rosega and Kai of the Black Rock Tribe each have a set of full-body armor. Helmet, shoulder armor, chest armor, arm armor, wrist guards, skirt armor, leg armor, combat boots, from top to bottom, none of them are missing.
Wrap them into two tin cans;
Ingvar of the Steel Hammer tribe is not much different from them in terms of reflective area. But if you look closely, you can see that there are only helmets, shoulder armors, breastplates and leg armors, with some scattered parts missing;
Max from the Silverbeard Tribe has simpler equipment. He only has a helmet and a breastplate. As for the one from the Iron Bone Tribe, he is covered in cloth, with only the battle ax in his hand reflecting the cold light...
The technical level of each king-selecting team is clearly displayed in front of the seven tribes and all the guests. The quality of the build is aside, anyway, we will start shooting with each other later, and the weapons will have a chance to collide with each other. How fast is the build? It is obvious
Already.
"Follow the ancient tradition and walk the path of the ancestors." In the silence, the dwarf kingdom cleared its throat and began to give a speech. His voice was gentle and slow, and he was obviously out of breath. Fortunately, he was blessed with the magic of amplification.
It can also be heard clearly by everyone present:
"Under the watchful eye of Father God, during this king selection ceremony, five candidates passed the preliminary trials. Now, the five of you must prove your strength on behalf of your respective tribes in front of all the tribesmen. At the beginning of the battle
Before that, let me ask again—"
He took a deep, long breath. The four-hundred-year-old king's eyes were even sharper than those of the young man. When he looked at the candidates one by one, Gretel clearly saw that Prince Rothega shrank back.
Shrunk:
"Does any of the five of you, or the tribe you represent, want to withdraw?"
quit?
That means you must quit!
Gretel was a doctor in his previous life and a mage in this life. His physical combat power is about zero, and he doesn't watch many battles. However, even he understands one thing:
Two warriors PK, full armor and half armor, half armor and no armor. When the basic combat power is the same, the difference is not more than 1 or 2 points.
The one in civilian clothes, and the one with only a helmet and breastplate, can you two exit immediately?
Don't waste other people's energy!
However, everything backfired. Under the gaze of the old king, the cloth-armored warrior from the Iron Bone Tribe took the lead and raised his voice:
"There are dwarves who try their best and lose in the end, and there are no dwarves who give up without a fight. I will never quit this battle!"
No, you don’t know it, and the other two are better equipped than you, let alone you. Gretel rolled his eyes silently, moved his fingers, and outlined a line of thin, almost transparent phantoms behind Rosegar:
Me too!
Just, I’m very happy about it ^_^
The drawing of lots, the battle, and the confrontation between warriors went very quickly. The weapons used by the dwarves were either battle axes or war hammers. The two heavy weapons collided together, and the sound was no different from blacksmithing.
As soon as the first battle started, Gretel frowned and stepped back step by step...
"Why are you running?" A slender hand grabbed him unceremoniously and pushed him forward: "As long as I'm here, the ax won't hit you even if it flies out!"
Bernard looked sideways. Why, I'm also next to the boss. Can't I keep the boss safe?
Ahem... Even though I am really no match for Miss Silver Dragon, I can't defeat her...
"No... they were too noisy... the sound made my heart buzz..."
Grete held up his forehead. Even covering his ears was useless. Just like in a movie theater or a dance hall, when the speakers and subwoofers are on full blast, would covering your ears be of any use?
"Alas..." Cerela sighed helplessly. She moved her slender fingers lightly, and a breeze rose around her body. In an instant, Grete's body relaxed, and she felt that her blood pressure dropped by two degrees:
Emma, this wind barrier works so well!
In contrast, Bernard had a sad look on his face and squeezed out two seats to the side: He couldn't hear anything, and he had to choke the sound while watching the battle. It was so uncomfortable!
You do as you like, I'll go!
To be fair, this duel has no viewing value for the first-level warrior (who has degraded to level zero), the fourth-level priest, and the fourth-level magician Grete. It also has no viewing value for the Silver Dragon Girl.
They are standing here just to wait for the final, and then wait for the result——
Oh, we still have to wait for the draw.
Five people draw lots and one person gets a bye.
Prince Rotherga won against Ingvar of the Hammer Tribe, and Max from the Silverbeard Tribe won against Jason from the Iron Bone Tribe.
Then the second round began, Prince Rothega had a bye, and Max from the Silverbeard Tribe fought against Kai from the Black Rock Tribe, but unfortunately lost——
"Finally it's the final." Grete dragged the floating saucer, raised it half an inch, and sat on it again:
"Why bother? Why bother? If I had known this would be the result, wouldn't it be over if I just let two full-armored warriors fight against each other?"
It's very boring... either the battle ax hits the battle hammer, or the battle hammer hits the battle axe, it's very boring...
"In the next match, Rothega from the Fire Hammer Tribe will face Kai from the Black Rock Tribe!"
The honor guard raised his voice and shouted. The next moment, two dwarves wearing full armor, one carrying a battle ax and the other carrying a war hammer on his shoulder, stepped into the circle face to face and walked toward each other.
"Rosegar! Rosegar! Hammer of Glory!"
"Kay! Kai!"
The cheers went up to the sky. Nine became the prince of Rosega and one became Kai. As for the nickname "God's Tongue", no one shouted it at the scene. It seemed that it was because it was not loud...
Amid the shouts, the battle ax and the battle hammer hit each other heavily.
"Hey, who do you think can win?"
Grete was a little nervous. With his eyesight, he really couldn't tell which of the two dwarves was more powerful. The two heavy weapons bounced back to the same extent, and the distance they retreated from was exactly the same. After exiting, they simultaneously
Go forward...
Moreover, in the last fight, Prince Rosegar did not lose at first, but he lost because of lack of endurance. This time, the lung function improved, but what about the others? The speed of the heart pumping blood? Muscle strength?
He was calculating over and over again, but he was not sure. Beside him, Serila's beautiful nose twitched, and she suddenly let out a "hum":
"Hate!"
"how?"
"That nasty smell! It's stronger! It's much stronger!"
She clenched her fingers again and again, opened and clenched them again, and her fingertips were shining. When Grete saw it at a glance, she quickly stretched out her hand and pressed it softly:
"Hey, don't do anything! If you destroy the King Selection Battle, the entire dwarf kingdom will attack you! There are many of them above level 15!"
"Hmph! - I won't do anything if that guy loses!"
So who wins? What tricks did the Black Rock Tribe, or in other words, the Lord of Glory Church do?
Gretel tried his best to open his eyes wide. He couldn't see it when he saw it; he couldn't even smell it when he smelled it; he quietly put on a [Detection Magic]...
Well, two people, two sets of full-body armor, both of which were emergency made ordinary armors. They were not enchanted, and the magic version of X-rays couldn't show them...
Looking at the faces of the two people, I'm sorry, the helmet comes with a visor, and there is a beard under the visor. With Gretel's understanding of dwarves, it is really impossible to tell who is more confident among the two dwarves under this heavy cover.
, who is closer to victory.
Kai felt better than ever before. Warm power surged out from his chest, back, and limbs. The force of the tomahawk's shock was almost immediately digested by the muscles, causing no pain at all.
.Hmph, that prince couldn't beat me before, and now, it's even more impossible for him to beat me!
"Hi!"
He shouted loudly, grasped the handle of the ax with both hands, and swung it out with all his strength again. Opposite him, Prince Rosega struggled to raise the hammer, his arms shook violently, and his feet involuntarily slipped out two steps.
——Damn it!
This opponent has become stronger again!
Is it because he's wearing full-body armor? His attacks are heavier, more careless, and harder to deal with... If it weren't for the longer breath, I wouldn't have been able to hold on a month ago!
But we can’t admit defeat! We’ve used dynamite, we’ve turned steam engines, we’ve climbed mountains, we’ve washed our lungs! We’ve finally gotten to this point, and we’re not going to give in now!
Having given up, how can I tell all my compatriots that the treatment of lung washing is really safe and really effective!
"Hi - Father God!" Taking advantage of being knocked backwards again, Prince Rothega stamped his feet with all his strength, leaving a deep footprint with his iron boots on the martial arts field. He held the warhammer tightly with both hands and raised it above his head.
At that moment, Grete saw a red and black light shining on the top of the war hammer——
"boom!"
The war hammer whizzed down. The rhythm of the two men's fight instantly changed from a series of half notes to a quarter note.
The dwarf king, the elders, the magicians sitting in the guest stands, and the priests of the Lord of Glory sitting on the other side all breathed rapidly. Everyone could see that the moment for both sides to decide the outcome was coming soon!
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Sparks flew between the two handles. The two warriors had given up dodging and feinting. If you hit me with a hammer, I would block it; if you hit me with an axe, I would parry. There was a sudden loud noise, and the tomahawk and warhammer bit together firmly.
The two warriors hunched their waists, lowered their heads, pressed their heels firmly on the ground, screamed with arms, and refused to give in to each other——
A beam of pure white light and a pile of red and black flames rose fiercely from the two of them!
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