Vaughn, who was oblivious to the fight, gradually realized that there were fewer and fewer enemies in front of him, and the other party seemed to be afraid of something. He stopped, shook the intestines and plasma stuck to his arm, and suddenly looked up to see the majestic figure in the sky.

Although it was neither an incarnation nor a saint, it was just a projection without any power, but it still exuded endless majesty, especially the weapons full of gaps and criss-crossing scars, exuding a chilling battle intent all the time, and people with a little less willpower did not dare to look at those eyes full of majesty.

Like most barbarian tribes, Vaughn's Otto tribe worshipped the god of war, Tampas, though few priests were born due to their own primacy. He recognized the god he believed in at a glance, and then shouted excitedly with his hands raised in the air: "Great God of War!" I dedicate the glory of this battle to you! ”

"I accept your offering! Go, brave warrior, Vaughn. Defeat the most powerful enemies, claim victory in this war, and prove your honor to everyone with your sword and weapons. Remember, whether the outcome is life or death, I will be waiting for you in the place where the warrior rests. With a wave of his hand, Tampas disappeared without a trace, only the deep voice still echoed across the battlefield.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on Vaughn changed, and they became full of fear, and the timid goblins scattered in a hurry, and even the orc warlords could not stop them from fleeing.

Everyone knows how terrible it is for a warrior to be recognized by Tampas, and there have been many such scenes in the history of the continent of Faerun, and in the end, these warriors are without exception. All of them changed the situation on the battlefield with the power of one person.

There is no intrigue. There is no strategy or tactics. Because the god of war thinks that these methods are too inferior, a true warrior should defeat his opponent with dignity and show his superb killing skills on the battlefield, so you can imagine how powerful the warrior he recognizes, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a 10,000-strong enemy.

The one-eyed Ronte watched the dramatic changes on the battlefield with a grim face, his teeth gurgling, and he directly picked up his beloved two-handed axe, and jumped off the back of the swamp lizard without saying a word. He knew very well that if he didn't stand up at this time. Then the prestige that he had worked so hard to build would be ruined.

Whether he wanted to or not, he had to fight the terrible orc, or at least prove to the coalition that he could defeat them, or the many ambitious tribal leaders would definitely use this as an excuse to attack.

You must know that there is no so-called "son of a daughter, who can't sit down" in the Faren Continent, maybe the nobles of the civilized world can also send their knights and guards to fight instead of themselves, but every leader in the barbarian world is fought with a knife and a gun, as long as they show a trace of cowardice and fear, then the enemy will be like a shark that smells blood, and they will attack it in groups.

One-eyed Lunt is a legend in the High Wasteland. Enemies abound, and even the talented warriors of their own tribe were eager to cut off his head and ascend to the throne.

No way. Who made the orc god a god who rushed into chaos and violence, and the infighting was extremely fierce under his rule, and sometimes even the war between the two orc tribes would end in the complete extinction of one of them, and it was precisely because of this that scholars never classified the orcs into civilized society, and their characters were too barbaric and brutal.

Vaughn noticed the oncoming old orc, and immediately raised his vigilance. He could feel the strong fighting intent emanating from the other party's body, coupled with the dense scars on his face, arms and thighs, he didn't need to ask to know that this was a strong man who had experienced a hundred battles, and in terms of momentum, he was probably not inferior to himself.

As the two legendary warriors got closer and closer, the others around them subconsciously stepped aside and gave way to a large area. The battle between the warriors is sacred, especially Tampas has already sent his blessing to this duel, so no one dares to make small moves, otherwise the terrible divine punishment will fall from the sky, because the fiery temper of the god of war is known to everyone.

"I am the Legend of the Wasteland! The leader of the strongest orc tribe! Warrior blessed by the great Geush! Kill the green dragon Belyat! Cut off the heads of a hundred tribal chiefs! No one dares to disobey my will in this land! I am the Most High King! Lunt glared at One-Eyed and snarled as he reported his name.

According to ancient tradition, two duelists are required to report their names and achievements before going into battle, and usually more honors mean more strength and can overwhelm their opponents in momentum.

The old orc was so confident in his past accolades that he felt that a half-orc, who looked like he was only in his early thirties, could barely reach half of his own at most, so a scornful smile appeared on his face.

Vaughn stepped forward without showing weakness and shouted-for-tat, "I'm the chief of the Otto clan in Icewind Dale!" Warriors of the great god of war Tampas! The legal nobility of the Kingdom of West Hartland! King Henry. Followers of Angome! Killed the black dragon Fernikas with your own hands! Shadow Dragon Sak Socilla! A giant beast left over from the Nexera era! I also personally led my army to defeat the attack of the Sawah Fishmen, killing their leader, the legendary warrior Jacques Hoyas. And you will be a part of my brilliant record today! ”

Hearing this long list of honors that was longer than the one-eyed Ronth, every enemy around couldn't help but grow their mouths, and their eyes showed awe and fear. They all knew very well that it was impossible for someone to lie in this sacred duel witnessed by the gods, not to mention that the legendary warriors themselves had a self-esteem that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and would not cheat on their achievements at all.

"Is it true that the Sons of Slaughter are on top? That orc actually killed two dragons! An orc standing on the wall muttered as he touched the amulet around his neck.

Another soldier next to him nodded excitedly: "It must be true!" Don't you see that the brilliance that belongs to the god of war in him is not only not dimmed, but is more intense! ”

"Y'all shut up and watch! Those two legendary warriors represent the glory of Tampas and Guush respectively, and this is no ordinary duel! It's a duel before the gods! The winner will receive supreme glory and favor, and the loser will lose his life and a qiē. ”

Fugner clenched his fists. The expressions on their faces were even more nervous when the two fighters were about to start fighting. Because he has seen the evil one-eyed in the sky that belongs to the orc god Guush. Once Vaughn was defeated. Then their fate will be very miserable, according to the orc tradition, the betrayer must taste the extreme pain before being executed.

In the sky, both Geush and Tampas unleashed their supernatural powers, and Vaughn and Lunt suddenly vibrated violently, followed by a rock with a diameter of more than 100 meters, rising from the ground until it was ten meters high.

There was no doubt that this was the duel arena they had prepared, without any steps to get in and out of. There are only two legendary warriors standing in the center, and there is only one rule, and that is to kill each other.

God of War Tampas Recognized Warrior vs Patron of the Orc Lord God Geush!

This once-in-a-lifetime duel in front of the gods not only decided the fate of the two sides involved in the war, but also determined the direction of the war, and the life and death of tens of thousands of people in an entire city......

Longt squinted at his opponent with one eye and let out a sneer: "Hehe! Orc boy, don't think your record scares me. We'll see, it won't be long before I can break your neck. ”

"Oh? Is it! Just with your old arms and legs? Vaughn pursed his lips in disdain. Save these useless threats, I hope your body can still support high-intensity combat, I don't want to fight halfway. His opponent was tired. ”

"Boy, you can only talk about it, you will immediately be able to appreciate my martial arts that have been tempered for thousands of years. I hope I can say such tough things when the time comes. With that, Ronte swung his axe and smashed it on the ground, and in an instant he plowed a furrow in the ground, as if it were not a hard rock, but a soft cake.

Obviously, the two-handed axe in his hand is not an ordinary weapon, judging from the sharpness of Cheng Dù, the material is either Mithril or Pure Gold, otherwise it would never have been so hard.

Vaughn took a deep breath and exclaimed, "So what are you waiting for!" Come on! Let's talk with the weapon in our hands, that's what a warrior should do. ”

"As you wish!" One-Eyed Ronte leaped to his feet and attacked first.

There are no false moves, just a vigorous jump split. With the weight of a two-handed axe and the orc's natural superiority in strength, his blow felt unmatched, and even if he used a shield to parry, he would inevitably be cut in two.

Vaughn had no intention of welcoming him at all, and directly dodged the axe blade sideways, followed by the sword in both hands and unleashed an upward slash, intending to inflict heavy damage on his opponent when he could not dodge in the air.

"Hahahaha! Brat! You're so tender! ”

Not only did Lunt not panic when he saw the oncoming sword blade, but instead sneered and turned his wrist hard, immediately changing the vertical slash to a horizontal slash, and he also perfectly avoided the sword blade due to inertia.

Using his experience, he turned his disadvantage into an advantage in an instant, and if Vaughn didn't have a back hand, the axe would have slashed through his chest, even with armor to protect his heart.

Seeing that the blade of the axe with cold light was getting closer and closer to him, Vaughn snorted lightly, and suddenly put his sword horizontally on his shoulder to create a slope, and the next second, the two-handed axe hit it and slid to the side, and for a while, the two powerful magic weapons sparked a large number of sparks, and all the spectators who were sweating were relieved.

After only one round of fighting, the two legendary warriors showed a certain amount of superhuman strength, reaction speed and superb martial arts, and if the change of tactics just now was half a second late, it is very likely that one of them would have fallen in a pool of blood by now.

The clash of lightning and flint made everyone's blood rush and their hearts raced, and not only them, but even the two gods who were watching the battlefield were cheering for the wonderful performance of their warriors.

For Tampas, the god of war, this is a very pleasant pleasure for him, second only to his own fighting.

For the orc god Gush, this represents the strength and power of the orc race, and at the same time, he is also eager to defeat Tampas in this battle of spokesmen, because the priesthood of the two is somewhat conflicting, although it is not obvious, but if he continues to develop in the field of war, then sooner or later he will have to meet each other. (To be continued......)