Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 132 Challenge
In a world dominated by magic civilization, the staff is not only a magician's magic tool, but also a symbol of status. In other words, as a respected magician, you don't have a walnut in your hand.
Or a staff made of sycamore wood. If the staff is not inlaid with more than three moon rubies, and without tail feathers like a flamingo, you would not dare to go out. And Morey's staff has crystals and pheasant feathers.
It is extremely cheap, and even the wood is made of fir wood that is common on the streets and has no magical properties. It is okay to scare ordinary people, but if it falls in the eyes of experts, it will make people laugh.
Ysera said: "There is no magic supplies store in Ghost Mist Town, and there is no magic staff in the military supply warehouse."
"It's not your fault. Didn't our senior Dugu Daxia say that as long as there is a sword in the heart, it doesn't matter whether there is a sword in the hand? I can still beat all the invincible opponents in the world with an apprentice staff."
The negotiation place was in a large guard bunker that was temporarily neutral in the middle of the town. Both sides were heavily guarded. A street to the west was densely packed with elite knights from the Senian Empire, while to the east were all rude and brutal orc infantry in the eyes of the prince.
, there are many swords and axes, which is very scary, and the smell of rust is in the air.
This dome-shaped neutral warning bunker with a distinct Senian style has been renovated because it is used as a negotiation place for the two sides of the peace talks. Targeted slogans full of hatred and revenge on the side of the passage have been removed.
Shen Zhimo got off the carriage and saw the prince and others bringing Ysera in with their personal servants. There were no guards searching to see if they were carrying weapons. Everyone knew that taking action here could lead to serious consequences, so everyone was more cautious than others.
I'm usually more restrained.
The two sides entered the bunker respectively. General Upton and Wicklow were talking loudly about how bad the wine last night was, and ignored the routine consultations that had been held every three days for several years.
The interior of the security bunker is very wide, covering more than 100 square meters. There are no wooden floors or suspended ceilings, and they are all made of thick stones to prevent some people from installing magic instruments for eavesdropping.
After Shen Zhimo took his seat in the last row, he saw the person he was negotiating with. The shaman Nostradamus had wrinkles all over his forehead, his nostrils were pointing upward, his brows were high, and his chin had protruding fangs. He was of typical orc origin, and he wore a priest's robe.
Full of weird dark red curved lines. He is holding a goat skull staff. At first glance, he looks like a gloomy old man from the beast race. However, his cloudy old eyes are filled with cold electricity and full of momentum.
The witch doctor Farahim is as thin as a bamboo pole, with slightly bluish skin and strange patterns of tattoos from his neck to his wrists. He has a faint rotten smell on his body, and he feels like Healy
The cannibals of the Ergan Desert, their sharp fangs were like bayonets piercing the center of the venue. Everyone who came into contact with his gaze shuddered.
Chromaggus, the warlord of the Frostwolf Army, wears a leather armor with obvious rivets. From here, you can see how low-level the orc manufacturing industry is. There is a silver ring on the wing of his nearly two-meter-long nose, and his fiery red hair is combed back.
He had a big braid. His arm muscles as thick as his thighs looked scary, and his hair was thicker than his hair. If every orc was as strong as him, then humans wouldn’t have to live in this world. His expression was calm and calm.
, not like that kind of brainless fool.
Judging from their appearance alone, each of the three negotiators from the Thunder Emirate is stronger than the representatives from the Seniya Empire.
Nostradamus put down his staff, took out a stack of documents and looked at it. He said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Last week you proposed a motion requiring us to unconditionally withdraw from the Dark Swamp. I think this is impossible.
Yes, the Dark Swamp was the homeland of the barbarian orcs two hundred years ago. In other words, we should be the ones asking you to withdraw from this place." The orcs' Samur speech always has a strange accent. If you don't take it seriously, you will still have it.
I really can't hear what he is saying.
Prince Torsedlin was about to curse, but Shen Zhimo stood up before him and sneered: "Master Priest, is there any evidence that the barbarian orcs originated in the Dark Swamp two hundred years ago? As for history, we humans are far away from the Thunder Emirate.
You have already been to the Arathor Plain before the founding of the country. Should you also give up the Arathor Plain? There is also the Ancestral Temple on the Silver Claw Highlands that is regarded as the holy land of the orcs. It is even written in your history that humans helped build it.
Yes, then according to the inference of the priest, it belongs to us humans. Your Highness, why don't we suspend the negotiations first and report to the regent that he demolished the temple of the ancestors. Transport the materials back and install a public toilet near the central fountain of Elida City for convenience
For pedestrian use, I will pull it after you finish."
Nostradamus was speechless for a moment, and then he saw that the other delegation had a new face. The Temple of the Ancestors has always been a place of great respect in the hearts of the orcs, and no one can tolerate insults. The three Thunder Emirates
All the representatives looked at him, with unconcealable anger in their eyes. Shen Zhimo
Even though they were weak, they stared back at them one by one. Their eyes, which had been trained in the inner strength of the Nirvana Technique, were as sharp as gleaming light. The three orcs could not hold back their strength and quietly dodged away one by one.
Nostradamus turned to the prince and said: "Your Highness, please remind your staff to be careful with their words. As for the issue of garrisoning troops in the dark swamp, let's ignore it for now. There is still 350,000 war indemnities. I
I hope your country will pay as soon as possible. You should know that the riots of the barbarians in the south cannot be delayed."
Prince Tortheldrin slapped the table and said: "Fart! You invaded the Dark Swamp and caused huge losses to the empire. You should compensate us 400,000 gold coins, otherwise there is no need to discuss it!" Viclow and others shook their heads secretly. This is the same dispute.
The scene has been going on for several years, and it is still noisy to this day.
Nostradamus grabbed the skull staff tightly and said, "Really? Then please see how strong our orc warriors are. They are not afraid of death."
This was tantamount to a declaration of war, and Wicklow quickly and secretly pulled the prince's back.
The prince laughed loudly: "Come then, I'm about to see how cowardly you orcs are!"
Shen Zhimo coughed vigorously, strode forward, and grabbed the 250-year-old prince by the back of his neck. Unable to resist the strength of his hand, which was as strong as a tyrannosaurus, the prince sat down on his butt, his face turned red. Just as he was about to scold, Shen Zhimo again
Pushing away the entourage who tried to stop him, he sat down opposite Nostradamus, crossed his legs, lit a cigar, took a long puff with blurred eyes, and said grimly: "Priest, please take a look at our magic.
How excellent the masters are, how sophisticated the magic is, and how huge the numbers are. I don’t believe that your so-called warriors can compare with them. Can flesh and blood compete with magic weapons? Hahaha, I’m laughing so hard, Lord Priest, you
It’s really humorous. Also, don’t tell me how powerful your shamans are and how perverted your witch doctors are. In the eyes of magicians, they are all ridiculous clowns.”
Wicklow and others were all sweating coldly. It didn't matter that the prince was a madman, but he didn't expect that someone even more mad would come. If the negotiations broke down, they would not have a good life.
Everyone was about to ask the guards to drag him out, but Nostradamus unexpectedly became furious and started shouting: "What? You look down on the Shaman, the Son of the Earth? I want to challenge you in the name of my ancestors!" Both sides!
Although the negotiations were fierce to the point of being extreme, they were careful not to involve the other party's religious beliefs. Shen Zhi spoke openly, and of course he didn't take it to heart.
Now everyone has stopped moving. If Shen Zhimo is dragged out, who will face this challenge? Even if they lose, it will only be the Ministry of Magic who will make a fool of themselves.
The witch doctor Farahim said: "Very good, I am willing to be a notary public."
There have been several duels in the consultation meetings over the past few years. The empire won once but lost three times. Both the spell and hand-to-hand combat were inferior to the orcs. On the one hand, the orcs were indeed brave, and on the other hand, the empire did not send powerful magic.
Teachers and samurai were also important reasons. Most of the delegation hoped that the deputy director of the institute, who was unclear about the details, could teach the orcs a lesson, so no one stopped them too much.
The prince got up in embarrassment and cursed: "Saga, if you can't win, I will report your rude behavior to the regent when I get back!"
"What? The priest wants to challenge me? No?" Shen Zhimo pretended to be surprised. When everyone thought he was timid, he added: "Priest, are you tired of living?"
Nostradamus's face gradually turned the color of a black pig's liver, and the staff in his hand erupted with a series of weak lightnings, making a crackling sound, showing that he was extremely angry. Everyone around him felt his exposed skin numb slightly.
The prince stroked his beard and thought to himself: "Although Saga is a little rude, his temper is very much to my liking. Yes, that's it, he despises the enemy with a full attitude."
Farahim did not wait to designate the venue, and according to the rules, he shouted first: "One, two, three, the duel begins!" He saw Shen Zhimo holding a rubbish staff, with no demonic energy surging around his body, and he was young, so it was obvious that he was a
The rookie, who is just starting out, hopes that the priest will teach the other party a lesson, fearing that the other party will regret it, so he is eager to start a duel.
"Let the cold wind from the Canyon of Fear tear you into pieces!" Nostradamus slapped the skull wand hard, spitting out a few obscure and difficult syllables in his throat, and the fingers holding the wand glowed with a light blue light.
Suddenly, there was a loud whirring sound, and a small hurricane rolled up from Shen Zhimo's feet. The surrounding tables were overturned, dust flew up, and the candlelight swayed. A table in the center of the hurricane was rolled into the air, and it was instantly torn apart and scattered everywhere.
All, this "hurricane technique" from the shaman's elemental teachings is really powerful. The prince and others quickly backed away and covered their mouths and noses.