Blood! Dark red blood spilled all over the dueling arena!

The corpses of dozens of dark elves lay on the ground, missing arms and legs, or the heads on their necks were missing. They were all the ones who came out to challenge, but they were all mutilated alive by the two deadly knives.

That's right, dismemberment. In order to show his crazy will to fight and bloodthirsty (desire), Henry used the technique of shocking, that is, to break the tendons of his opponent in battle, and then cut them into sticks, suffocate them alive in the blood, and finally cut off his head and kicked it to the side.

This brutal killing method is terrifying even to the always very evil Dark Elves, but he also pays the price.

After all, these challengers are not only warriors, but also priests, mages, thieves, warlocks, etc., especially those who are annoying spellcasters, who are very difficult to deal with without using spells, and sometimes even have to resist, so there are already several more terrifying-looking wounds on the body, and a piece of skin on the neck has even been roasted.

Of course, the results were also quite brilliant. Fifteen warriors, six thieves, four priests, and three mages fell completely to the dueling arena, their bodies completely destroyed and no possibility of resurrection.

Now every dark elf was looking at Henry who was standing in the dueling arena laughing wildly with awe, and no one dared to go down again. They were completely intimidated by this frenzy for battle, and although the victor was now scarred and looked like he might fall at any moment, none of them dared to try lightly.

If replaced by someone else. I am afraid that countless challengers will emerge in an immediate manner to seize this glory. But Henry is different. Because he has already killed five people in a row in such a state. It also includes a powerful priest.

The bloody reality made the dark elves present fearful, and they did not have the slightest sense of resistance. Although Henry had been taunting everyone loudly, sometimes even raising his knife to provoke them by name, it had been a long time since no one responded. The fury that came out of his appearance in battle was too terrifying, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

The whole tavern was dead quiet at the moment, except for the occasional slight movement of someone swallowing saliva, only the heavy wheezing sound remained.

Henry had never understood why spellcasters were always feared, while warriors, rangers, paladins, monks, and even thieves were able to gain respect and affection. Today this battle has passed. Finally got the answer.

It's realistic, and the bloody blows of the melee class can be understood at a glance. For ordinary people, this is the way they can understand, more intuitive, more violent, and more likely to make people's blood boil.

As for the spellcasters, especially the mages, because the methods are so weird, many ordinary people can't figure out what's going on, so naturally they can't talk about any respect. After all, there are only a small percentage of people who can possess supernatural powers. This is especially true in human society.

After a continuous stream of fierce battles. He was now feeling more tired than ever, every muscle in his body was protesting loudly, and nerve endings were sending signals to his brain over and over again that he needed rest and treatment. But the spirit was still excited, especially the moment when he finally killed the priest, and vaguely found a little style of his own.

It seems that those famous fighters are right, if you want to break through your limits, you have to fight non-stop! Fight! Fight! Hovering between half-dead and unalive, brushing shoulders with death, letting the wounds tell you how to dodge, and letting the corpses of your enemies teach you how to attack.

From obtaining the profession of Sword Master to the present, to be precise, it was the vicious battle just now, Henry has thoroughly integrated the combat skills that have been systematically instilled into the brain, although it is still far from the level of muscle memory, but it is definitely worthy of a nineteenth-level warrior.

His mind was blank now, completely forgetting that he knew magic, magic skills, and was wearing many magical items on his body, and devoted himself to this game of life and death, which made all the dark elves feel a heartfelt shock.

This is the power of the sword, although it is not as gorgeous and changeable as magic, and it is not like magic that can heal wounds and bless various states, but it is real, intuitive and clear, and it is fleeting.

Xander, who was in charge of the dueling arena, had the courage to shout downward, "Nimes, you are such a formidable warrior that no one dares to challenge anymore." I declare that you are the only winner today! The King of Duels! ”

"Hehe, the king of the dueling? That doesn't make any sense to me. I want a good opponent, like the pastor who rushed in and tried to strangle me. Why don't you come down and fight with me? As he spoke, Henry's eyes flashed with bloodlust, and he raised his head to stare at the host on the steps.

His gaze looked like that of a hungry beast, looking around for a target to hunt for, and would swallow it without mercy when he found it.

"Nope! No! No! I'm certainly not your opponent, and if so many lives don't satisfy your bloodthirsty desires, then I'll go to the Colosseum on the other side and try it, and the monsters there should be a little bit of relief. Sandel waved his hand desperately and hurriedly changed the subject. He didn't want to walk into the dueling arena with such a terrible warrior, and that suicide made no difference.

Henry looked the person in charge up and down, chuckled, wiped the blood from the two long knives, and slowly inserted them into their sheaths. He rubbed the plasma from the soles of his boots against a corpse and stepped out of the dueling arena.

Manic, bloodthirsty, cold, combat-loving, and unsightly, it can be said that he has just arrived in Uster. Nasza, Henry completed the creation of the character of Nimes, and if it was on Earth, he would definitely have the strength to win the Oscar.

Absolutely no one would associate him with a legendary mage now, even if Joan. It was impossible for Irenikas and Chasma to come in person, and it was absolutely impossible to see any flaws. This is like a saying, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills. As long as the performance is in place. There is no target that cannot be fooled.

See the victor emerge from the dueling arena. The onlookers all bowed their heads and bowed slightly to show their respect. You must know that this is not an ordinary duel, but a person who challenges a group of people and slaughters his opponent in an unusually violent manner.

In terms of the prevailing morality of the earth, this is an out-and-out atrocity, but in the eyes of the dark elves, this is the hero, an object worthy of challenge and worship.

Carrig's mood at the moment was quite complicated. On the one hand, he sighed that this king of the surface was really violent, and he had overturned so many dark elves at one time, and on the other hand, he felt that his heart was about to be unbearable, and if he did it again, he was afraid that he would immediately get sick, and even if he didn't die, his life would be reduced by ten years.

However, when Henry limped over, he still bowed slightly in politeness: "Congratulations on such a brilliant victory, I believe that it will not take two days, the whole of Uster. The inhabitants of Nasa would talk about the duel, and within a few days a nobleman would come to solicit him. ”

"Take it easy, you're so nervous. I've always been a person who says I can. The corpses on the ground are the best proof of this. So saying, Henry sat down in his chair, picked up the glass and poured a sip of the low degree of Kirg.

He's sore all over now. I don't even want to move a finger. The continuous high-intensity combat consumes too much body, and if it weren't for some restorative magic equipment, such as the "Ring of Gus", it might not have lasted at all.

"I never doubted your promise, no matter how bizarre it sounded. But it's better not to do that again, otherwise it's hard for me to guarantee that I won't run away immediately out of fear. With that, a wry smile appeared on Carrig's face, and he raised his glass and drank it down.

Henry smiled and nodded: "I can understand, rest assured, similar situations won't happen again until you leave." Now go book a few rooms, I have something for you. In addition, these wounds on my body also need time to heal. ”

"Hahahaha! It's all trivial, and as long as you don't do all these crazy things, even if I strip naked and go down there to dance. Carrig said in a half-joking tone.

He had now made up his mind that he would get the money in a while, and hurry to the market to buy some random goods, and leave early tomorrow morning.

Half an hour later, in the room at the back of the tavern, Henry paid for five hundred pearls he had obtained in the city of Sawah Fishmen, to cover the cost of buying weapons. You must know that although there are things like "stone pearls" and "cave pearls" in the dark region, they are several times more expensive than gems because they are extremely rare.

The value of five hundred deep-sea pearls has far exceeded fifty thousand gold coins here, and Carrigle can't keep his mouth shut, just these things can make about double the profit, which is definitely enough to compensate for the fright he received just now.

After sending the caravan leader away, Henry checked every corner of the room to make sure that there were no peepholes or magic spells, and then carefully used magic to treat the more severe parts of his body, and as for minor injuries, he didn't dare to move at all.

He didn't want to be seen by someone with a heart because of such a small detail, after all, he was playing a warrior now, so he couldn't let the wound heal too quickly, and leaving a few scars would also help to disguise his identity.

Finally, he lay down on the bed and carefully identified a few magic weapons he had bought at the weapons stall.

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Withered Poison Spear:

Made with a rotten heart, this spear has the breath of death. When held in your hand, it moans, as if unwilling to let something alive touch. In combat, the Withered Poison Spear leaves a poison on the enemy after each hit.

Combat Capabilities:

Adds extra poison damage per hit

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Throwing Dagger: "Fire Fang"

This throwing knife has a magical flame and may have been made from the red dragon's extracted teeth. Legend has it that the dragon is still alive, and its anger fuels the magic in its weapons. Although it may sound like a fantasy, this story may not be groundless; And it is said that the dagger can be returned to the thrower "as if it had wings".

Special Abilities:

Fly back into the user's hands

Due to the lightness of this dagger, it can be swung faster than similar weapons

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Staff of Soil:

Closely related to the earth elemental plane, this staff may have been made by an ancient Druidic sect. It can summon an earth elemental, while also having the potential to kill these creatures with one hit.

Combat Capabilities:

If Earth Elemental is hit, there is a chance to be destroyed instantly

Special Abilities:

Summons a medium-sized earth elemental for 30 seconds and 30 casts

De-petrified, 30 uses (to be continued......)