Deep wounds with bones, a large number of crimson muscles and internal organs exposed, and in some places even white bones, this is the current condition of One-Eyed Lonte, if it were not for the iron will and flesh of the legendary warrior, he would not be able to stand here now, let alone launch a stormy counterattack.

"Half-orc boy! You're dead! I'm going to eat your meat! Drink your blood! Crush every bone of yours! ”

The old orc shouted with hatred as he swung the giant axe in his hand at an incredible speed, apparently using the legendary skill "Powerful Whirlwind Attack". He was completely like crazy at the moment, he didn't care about all the injuries on his body, and he didn't care about the pain, he just wanted to chop his opponent into flesh in one go.

How many years!

This legend of the Supreme Wasteland had not felt the taste of death for too long, but just a few seconds ago, he realized that he was almost killed, and in an instant, boundless fear surged from the bottom of his heart, and then he turned all his fear into anger and tyranny, and released it all.

Vaughn no longer has the energy to distract himself from speaking, because the powerlessness caused by the fading rage is slowing his reactions, and his movements are not as flexible as before, and he has been cut by the sharp axe blade several times without paying attention, if it is not for the protection of the dragon's skin armor, it is estimated that it is not much different from the one-eyed Ronth.

Of course, the dragon skin armor had long been completely scrapped after resisting so many attacks, and the appearance of the flesh inside made people can't help but feel numb on the scalp.

The two bloody legendary warriors were desperately squeezing the last trace of their bodies, both holding their breath, and neither of them would fall before their opponents. They all knew very well what this duel before the gods meant. So grit your teeth and stiffen up. One of them attacked wildly with the strength of the milk. The other barely resisted with his powerful recovery power, just to see which side could hold out to the end.

It can be said that the development of the situation to this point has far exceeded everyone's expectations, especially on the side of the tribal alliance, who does not believe in the legend of the wasteland at all, and the one-eyed Lonte was so badly injured in a one-on-one battle, and may not be long before he dies from excessive bleeding.

As for the defenders, Alan and Debra were also staring nervously at the situation, if it weren't for the two powerful divine powers staring at the sky. The two of them had already begun to prepare spells to kill the old orcs quietly.

After all, neither Ellen nor Debra was influenced by Henry and was an out-and-out pragmatist. They don't care about the so-called honor and rules at all, as long as they can get victory and benefits, they don't care at all what means are used.

However, it is a pity that no one has dared to play tricks in front of the god of war Tampas, any move that affects a fair duel will attract his anger, and there are already many unlucky people who have tasted the black lightning falling from the sky, so although the two are anxious, neither of them will act rashly.

"Whew! Call! Whew......"

After a few minutes of fierce exchanges. Lunt finally ran out of body and half-knelt on the ground desperately (gasping). Due to excessive blood loss. It was not easy for him to barely stay awake at the moment, and the one-eye, which claimed to be able to see through a qiē, emitted a red aura of magic, staring at his opponent.

"Ahem! Ahem......" Vaughn coughed up blood violently, and then spit out the blood foam in his mouth: "Phew! Old man, you seem to be on the verge of death, and it seems that I am the real winner in this battle! ”

He was also full of wounds at the moment, especially the shoulder blade on his left side was completely shattered, and his entire arm could not be lifted, but with his own recovery strength, the situation was slightly better, at least he didn't have to worry about dying from excessive bleeding.

Long retorted with a sinister smile that did not show weakness: "You? Victory? Hahahaha! Don't make me laugh. All I have to do is catch my breath and I'll be able to cut your head off in no time. Don't think there's anything great about regeneration, more trolls have died at my hands than you've ever seen. ”

"Humph! Do you think I'll give you some time to catch your breath? Vaughn struggled to his feet. Your life is about to end, and it will be the brightest of my many honors, and the legend of the High Wasteland will fall here today......"

After he finished speaking, he picked up his weapon and limped forward slowly, his eyes full of desire and persistence for victory.

For a legendary warrior, there is nothing more worthy of pride and pride than killing another opponent who is evenly matched with him, it is not only a contest between martial arts, but also a collision of battle spirit and soul, the winner devours the loser's qiē, making himself more perfect, what the orc warrior wants to do now is this final step.

"Nope! I won't die so lightly! The legend of the Supreme Wasteland continues today! ”

Lunt supported himself with his two-handed axe and forced himself to his feet. Although he looked powerless to swing the axe, no one could guarantee that at the last moment, the warrior who had created countless miracles would not be able to fight back.

Getting closer!

Getting closer......

All the spectators were sweating and waiting for the final result.

When the two of them were less than a meter apart, two pillars of light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping Vaughn and Lunte respectively, and the wounds on their bodies grew and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after half a minute, they were completely restored.

Obviously, the two gods who were watching the battle made a move, followed by the majestic voice of the Lord of War, Tampas, echoing in the air.

"Wonderful! It's been too long since I've seen such a fierce fight. Skillful martial arts, indomitable will, every round of confrontation is so bright and fair. Valiant warriors like you don't deserve to die together, so be here today. Vaughan, my believers, my warriors, you can become stronger, and I look forward to your growth......"

As the aftermath disappeared completely, a gap suddenly split in the middle of the huge dueling arena, directly separating the two legendary warriors, and the ten-meter-high foundation was rapidly collapsing. Without the support of divine power, this temporary structure will enter the countdown to destruction in an instant, and it will not be long before it will turn into a pile of rubble.

One-eyed Ronte stood near the rift and shouted, "Boy! You're in luck this time! But I've already memorized your tricks, so I'll wash my neck next time and wait for death. ”

"Hah! Geezer. That's exactly what I'm trying to say. Give thanks to your God. If it weren't for him, you would be a corpse by now. Vaughn also stood opposite and said with a sneer.

The two of them stared at each other without admitting defeat. It wasn't until the rocks beneath their feet began to crack that they turned around and jumped back to their camps. They both knew at this moment that the other side was likely to be the most dangerous enemy in their lives, and the next time they met, one might be a stepping stone to the other.

Upon returning to the coalition forces, Lond ordered his troops to retreat and set up camp not too far from the city of Fonverwood. He knew that although he had not failed this time, he had actually lost the attention of the orc lord god Geush, unless he could capture the city in front of him. Otherwise, the voters' affairs will definitely be in vain.

He needed to calm down and seriously consider whether or not to agree to the conditions of the Shadow City, because with the current situation, it would not be easy for the coalition forces to destroy this fortified city.

After seeing the mighty Wild Coalition troops withdraw from a safe distance, Fugner immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at the captain of the guard beside him: "Idiot! Why don't you open the gates to meet our heroes! He saved everyone today! ”

"Oh! Oh! Of course, Lord Viscount, it was a great duel, and I don't think I'll ever forget it. The captain of the guard came back from his astonishment, slapped his armor hard, and turned to direct the orc soldiers to pull the winch. Slowly lower the drawbridge, then pull up the gates.

War. Especially in the era of cold weapons, the war will always be a stage for heroes.

In the land of Faerun, a land full of war and intrigue, people have become accustomed to waiting for heroes to save themselves. Because they really have no ability to resist when dealing with countless monsters and giant beasts, it is better to commit suicide than to struggle to die.

Vaughn was undoubtedly a true hero today, and everyone witnessed his invincible posture on the battlefield, as well as the tragic situation of his desperate and bloody battle with the enemy leader, so that the moment he stepped onto the drawbridge, the whole city remembered the earth-shattering cheers.

"Hooray! You're the most powerful warrior I've ever seen! ”

"With you, our city won't fall! Warrior, you will be my idol from now on! ”

"Hey! Hero! Can I touch your sword? ”

"Oh...... You've got really strong pectoral muscles, if you're interested, you can come to me tonight......"

……

Feeling the enthusiastic crowd on both sides of the street, Vaughn laughed happily. He had never been happier in his life than he was today, not only did he encounter an enemy he had never seen before, but he also received the gratitude of an entire city, although some expressed it in a slightly strange way......

On the top of the mountain in the distance, a mage in a black robe lowered his head and muttered to himself: "It's really incredible, this war has attracted the attention of two powerful divine powers, should our plan be revised as well......"

"No, there's no need for this, one qiē proceeds according to what has been prepared in advance, anyway, the more gods are involved, the better it will be for us. What's more, the two sides are evenly matched is the situation I want to see the most, and I believe it won't be long before One-Eyed Lund should send someone to contact us. Remember, don't give him too much aid, at least in Henry. Not before Ancomé arrives. After saying that, the corners of Revaran's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

As the Chosen One of the Ancient Ghost City Prince and Lost Lady Shar, he has personally planned and executed countless intrigues, so he is confident in his plans.

"Yes, I'll take control of the situation here, but be careful as you take the final step of your plan, the Northland Lords Alliance and the harpers have sensed our movements." The mage lowered his voice and reminded.

"Perceived?" Revaran smiled disdainfully. "Supposedly, what if they knew? The power of the Shadow City is unmatched! In the face of the great miracle of the creation of the Nesser, they were as vulnerable as a group of primitive people. Okay, I'm going to go back and report to my father about the current progress, and I'll leave it to you here. ”

The black-robed mage nodded slightly: "Please rest assured, I will ensure that the balance between the two sides is not broken." ”

"Very good, for the revival of Nesser."

"One qiē for the revival of Nesser!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then each opened the portal and disappeared into place...... (To be continued......)