"Bloodline ......" The orc rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Gard's body underwent an unexpected change, completely beyond what he had previously known, and his body was rapidly becoming similar to that of Kalodan.

This is the power of the bloodline, which has been lost in the orcs for a long time after the end of the Second Age, and now it has been recreated in Gal.

Gal reached out and grabbed Kalodan's wrist, tightening it suddenly, the wrist bone snapped in a "click" sound, Kalodan roared in pain, he couldn't withdraw his hand, Gal's arm was like a trap, far more force than ever before to clamp his hand firmly.

Kalodan spun around and kicked Gard's chest, making a loud bang with the sound of bones shattering, and the two figures separated, and Kalodan turned three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, falling backwards.

Gal crouched, his muscles surging like boiling water, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, took a deep breath, inhaled a huge amount of oxygen, and slowly stood up.

"Looks like you've done your best."

Kalodan looked at him and said, "In the glory days, such strength was the essential quality needed to be a true chieftain. The legend is just the beginning. ”

"But you're done." Gal said.

Both kicked the ground at the same time, their bent knees erupting with extraordinary force, it was hard to imagine that the orcs could maintain a speed that their eyes could not follow under their massive bodies, and Gal and Kalodan tossed and turned in the flat valley, each collision with a deafening roar, and they chased each other, the waves of fists and feet were painful.

Legend has it that legendary warriors can bathe in magma, and that's their power.

The two fisted each other, retreated at the same time, and smashed the rock under his feet, Kalodan paused slightly, after all, he was not using his own body, but just a container, this little difference can be ignored in the state of superiority against the enemy, but when he really encounters an evenly matched opponent, this weakness will be revealed.

He arched himself and charged again, and Gar pounced, his right hand clasped together into a claw, hooking Kalodan's elbow upward, his left fist sharp and cone under his armpit.

Kalodan felt the sluggishness of his body and failed to block the blow, but after all, he was an experienced ancient orc chieftain, although he suffered a big loss, he did not subconsciously distance himself at this moment, but endured the pain of his right arm as if he had suffered a heavy hammer, and reacted extremely quickly into Garr's body, and his right foot had appeared behind Garr, wanting to trip him with a backhand.

If you don't have a lot of experience in fighting, even if you have the power of the Legendary Realm, it is easy to be moved back to the situation by this sudden move, but unfortunately Gar is absolutely rich in combat experience, and the reason why he can be called the Great Chief by the Orc Clan of the Black Wing Empire is that he is fought with battle axes and fists, and the three words "Great Chief" are full of blood and scars.

The speed of the power that was originally absolutely suppressed has caught up, and Gal will no longer be easily knocked down by Kalodan, when Kalodan's shoulder just touched Gale's chest, Gal's elbow has already slammed into Kalodan's face fiercely, and two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time!

Gal clutched his chest and stepped back, while Kalodan sat on the ground with his back on his back, blood and sweat splattering out, two broken fangs whirling in the air and flying off the field.

"You've lost."

Garr slowed down and gasped for breath, and although his body ached as if it was about to break, he barely managed to support his body and slowly walked forward.

The orc's EQ is relatively low, but by now, he has roughly understood Kalodan's intentions, and the other party is fully capable of killing himself at the first time of the battle, but Kalodan did not do that, but used constant humiliation and ridicule to squeeze his potential, which eventually led to his defeat.

"Looks like you've got it, kid." Kalodan looked up at him, blood between his teeth.

"That's what you're for?" Gal gasped.

"Monet's will drove me here, and to be honest, I didn't expect my opponent to be an orc descendant." He smiled, "I want to see if my descendants are qualified, if it's really bad, you're dead now." ”

"So, isn't the curse real?"

"Of course it's true."

Carodan affirmed: "You children, I'm afraid you won't be able to set foot in legends for the rest of your life." It was our fault, the defeat of the Second Age had caused the orcs so much suffering, and it was a thousand times more difficult to break free from the shackles than before. ”

"Thank you."

Garr took a deep breath and seemed to use all his strength to utter two words: "Ancestor." ”

"Needless to say, thank you, but you have to remember that you alone can't lift the curse on the orcs, that black dragon is very strong, very strong, since you are fighting for it, if you have the opportunity, you can try to ask for ......"

In the middle of his words, Kalodan suddenly stopped, his eyes were bloodshot for a moment, his muscles surged again, and his body made a clicking sound of bones turning.

His shoulders trembled suddenly, and with the drastic change of his bones, a tsunami-like murderous intent welled up in Kalodan's body, a completely different momentum spread, and the majestic power flowed on the surface of his body, and he stretched out his hand, and the dark giant blade roared back into his hand.

Gral's pupils instantly shrank into pinpoint shapes, he didn't know what was going on in Kalodan's body, but this was definitely not the strength they could resist at the moment, I was afraid that Black Wing Leaders like Erha and Nero couldn't do it in person!

The rumbling wave was deafening, and the next moment it was shattered and reduced to nothingness, like two paintings that had abruptly switched, and the dark blade that had just been in Kalodan's hand had now been inserted into his own chest.

"It's ......," Gal looked confused.

"You don't need to understand, it's not about orcs."

Kalodan spread his legs and sat down, letting go of the hand holding the giant blade, his breath returned to his previous calm, and blood quickly seeped into his chest and back: "Can you come over a little?" Brat. ”

"Okay." Garr thought for two seconds, nodded in agreement, and he took a few steps forward, leaned down and half-knelt down on one knee, and met Kalodan's eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Gal."

"What about the last name?"

"Gal Stonejay."

Since the defeat of the Second Age Dynasty, many famous orc surnames have disappeared from the human race, and most of the surviving orcs have no surnames of their own, and can only take the surnames of the regrouped tribes, like the current Northland Fox Wolf Clan.

"It's stupid, let's change it. How about Scaron? A faint smile appeared on Carlodan's swarthy face, "Gal Scaron." ”

“…… Good. ”

Gal hunched over and bowed his head in front of Kalodan.

Kalodan touched Gaar's head with the palm of his hand and said in a very low tone: "Prince Kalodan Scaron, you are allowed to take Scaron as your surname, and I swear by my blood to bear the name of the ancestors of the orcs." ”

With every word, a large pool of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his voice was extremely weak after speaking.

"Y-are you leaving?"

"Times have changed, and perhaps the Eladya orcs are no longer qualified to reach the top." Kalodan smiled, raised his weak hand, and thumped his chest: "But boy, even if you can't regain your former glory, you have to be a very powerful guy......"

These were the last words of Kalodan's life, and he closed his eyes after saying that.

His soul can neither go to the kingdom of God nor enter hell, and can only drift away with the wind and turn into nothingness after actively dispersing, and even if Monet resurrects the dark orc derivative again, he will no longer be Carlodan.

Garl sat down on the ground, stunned, and his limbs seemed to belong to him.