"Humph!"

Another fireball struck, and Rodit just smiled coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent. Then he raised his right claw high and grabbed at the fireball in the air.

"Boom!"

A sharp claw shadow roared out like a storm, and in an instant it slammed into the flying fireball, shattering it all into sparks and scattering in all directions.

Storm Claw! A berserker's unique frenzier at level 8 or above! It can condense claws into the wind and attack enemies from a distance, which is the best complement to the strong Beamon warriors in close combat.

And seeing the opponent break the fireball technique with one claw, Guderian was also shocked. But then he calmed down and shook the super Rock in his hand again.

"And the fireball technique!?"

Seeing that the dwarf was still going to swing the mallet to explode the fireball, the knight of the summer palace really couldn't help but scold. Just now, Guderian had already emptied the total amount of mana that a second-level mage should have, but it seemed that he still had stock. If this continues, I don't know if the dwarves want to treat the "pseudo-mage" as a complete and only use magic props to commit murder.

However, compared to the surprise of outsiders, Moriarty knew in his heart that the fireball technique stored in the Super Rock Gall was actually empty at this moment. And the reason why Guderian wanted to strike this pose was obviously to attract the Romulo knight to melee with him. After all, the Wind Splitting Claw just now was quite amazing, and its power was comparable to that of an ordinary first-level spell. If you can't lure the opponent to the front and solve the problem with a fist-to-flesh fight, you may have to turn over and be slowly played to death by the Romulo Knight with a long-range attack......

Sure enough, seeing that Guderian had to rely on excellent equipment to explode spells. Rodit gritted her fangs in disgust.

Then, I saw the Romulo knight suddenly rush a few steps, and then leap up from a high body, directly stepping over a distance of nearly twenty meters and many sand vortex traps, and slashed in front of the dwarf.

"Shattered!"

When the figure arrives, so does the shadow of the claw!

A pair of sharp claws were as red as a drop of blood, and Guderian's entire person was shrouded in claw wind.

Eight-to-seven, even if the dwarf is wearing solid magical equipment, the Romulo knight is confident that he will cut the opponent alive with the tips of his bloodthirsty claws.

"Shatter your horse!"

The howling wind roared, the sharp claws rained down, and the dwarves fought angrily with their mallet armor. but he was held to death. Like a fixed target, it was hit by claws countless times. In just a moment, the crystal coating on the surface of the "Barrel Armor" burst one after another. The "petrified skin" of that innate spell couldn't resist the invasion of the eighth-level madness, and quickly collapsed.

"Dwarves! Wait to be skinned! ”

The aggrieved anger finally erupted, and the Romulo knight attacked and killed recklessly. At the same time, he laughed wildly.

"Pick you bird! Break it for me! ”

There is no way to defend when you are beaten passively. Guderian struck a blow with a hammer. But it was easily flashed by Rodit. Stepping into the eighth level for a short time, the agility of the Beamon warrior was not inferior to that of the previous riding beast, and the dwarf who was relatively slow to restrain his movements was even lighter.

Next. The Romulo knight didn't spare his hand, his bloodthirsty claws fell sharply, and at the same time, he used the Wind Splitting Claws to attack the dwarven façade and other weaknesses. In just a few moments, Guderian was already injured. If it weren't for the fact that the middle satin steel of the barrel armor was really strong, Rodit was helpless for a while, otherwise he would have peeled off the other party's "skin" as he said.

"Moriarty, throw in the towel. Your followers have been completely suppressed by Rodit, and there is no way to fight back. If you continue to fight, I'm afraid it's not as simple as just getting injured! Under the gladiatorial arena, Ronnie shouted to Moriarty with a smile, and directly began to "persuade him to surrender".

"What do you think, officer?" Ignoring the Summer Palace Knight, Moriarty looked sideways at the old werewolf.

"The eighth-level Bimon Berserker Yonglie is very much, and it is really the first mid-level melee among all the races in the Pan Continent. If you can't manage to counter the onslaught of the other side, or if you have enough strength to hold on, defeat is inevitable. Clausewitz said calmly: "Unless Guderian can hold on until the 'double madness' fails, there is no chance of victory." ”

"Is it possible?"

"It's hard." The old werewolf shook his head directly: "Now the Romulo knight actually has some reservations. But if the timing is not right, he is likely to go all out. ”

And just when there was chaos off the field, the dwarf in the gladiatorial arena was hit by a series of claws by Rodit, and even the whole person was caught and flew up, and then fell down heavily, and a trace of blood could no longer be suppressed from the corner of Guderian's mouth.

"Count Ronnie, the first we..."

"We're not convinced!"

Although Yicheng's equity in the hematite mine is not light, it is not worth letting followers fight with their lives. Moriarty had decided to admit defeat on the spot, but before he could say the word "admit defeat", Guderian in the gladiatorial arena shouted "dissatisfied" with blood!

"Not convinced!?"

Looking at the dwarf with bruised faces and bloody lips, the knight of the summer palace smiled coldly. And Rodit, who was on the field, heard this shout, and his eyes were even colder, and at the same time, he roared, claws condensed into a gale, and grabbed towards Guderian. For a while, the dwarves who had just "become a good man" and were beaten countless times again. Moreover, the Romulo knight seemed to be even more hands-free, and his bloodthirsty claws were condensed into a little bit to slam the dwarf's chest, not only to beat the opponent out of the heart, but also to blast it out of the gladiatorial arena in one breath.

"Your Excellency, Guderian!"

Off the field, Naga Tchaikov's face was already sinking like water, and his breath was heavy.

Don't look at the usual days Guderian always likes to bully the Balalaika brothers, and from time to time "beats and scolds" three, but in fact, the relationship between the four is very iron, which can be called a life-changing friendship. So seeing that the dwarf was beaten into a sandbag and vomited blood, Tchaikov couldn't wait to go directly to the field to replace the other party.

"Wait a little longer."

Moriarty shook his head.

Now that the dwarf has shouted "dissatisfied", he can no longer admit defeat lightly, otherwise Guderian will lose face.

"Yes."

Although Tchaikov cares about chaos, he is also a proud warrior, and he knows the heart of a real warrior, so he can only continue to watch.

On the field, the Romulo Knights onslaught continued. Under the bloodthirsty claws of full firepower, the terrifying attack power of the eighth-level Beamon berserker was vividly displayed. As if enveloped in a blood-colored tornado, the dwarf could barely stand still, staggering and retreating. On the ground of the gladiatorial arena, a line of blood was clear and dazzling, and there were large red stains that stained Guderian's breastplate a deep red.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Finally, Rodit's ferocious assault drove Guderian to the edge of the gladiatorial arena. One step shorter, and the dwarves will be completely out. At this time, Guderian, who was already seriously injured, seemed to be unwilling to fail, and actually slammed a mallet into the ground, and then used the mallet as an anchor, firmly fixed his body, and at the same time covered his face with his arms, blocking in front of him, just resisting the Romulo knight's tidal claw blow, just refusing to take a step back!

"You're looking for death!"

Seeing that the dwarf was so strong, Rodit couldn't help but roar in anger. In the next moment, the already fierce claw shadow swelled into an overwhelming storm of blood claws, drowning Guderian who was buried in his death.

"Lao Tzu just doesn't accept it!"

On the helmet, armor, body, and arms, the claws rose and fell countless times for a while, and the dwarf only felt that he was pressed under a depth of 100 meters, and even his breathing was extremely heavy. Blood was no longer uncontrollably pouring out of Guderian's nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and even the chest of the barrel began to sink in, squeezing the dwarf's ribs and almost breaking them.

In just half a minute, Guderian was unrecognizable and vomited blood.

But even so, the stubborn dwarves refused to take a step back. It's as if this step is not as simple as coming down from the gladiatorial arena, but falling directly into the abyss. Even if he has been beaten to the ground half-squatting and half-kneeling, he still can't hold back.

"Your Excellency, it's time to stop, or Guderian's life may be in danger." Clausewitz sighed and said sternly. It seems that the difference between level seven and level eight really cannot be smoothed out by unyielding will. Otherwise, the Antar Grech Continent would have been a world of fanatical believers a long time ago.

"Okay."

Moriarty also agreed that this should be the end of the matter, and no one could say a single "wrong" word in the current situation when he lost to the double-frenzied Romulo Knight.

However, just as Moriarty was about to directly admit defeat, suddenly, Guderian in the gladiatorial arena slowly got up again. At his feet, a hazy but real silver halo quietly floated, and then enveloped the dwarf entirely, forming an egg-shaped egg curtain.

"This is!?"

Seeing the inexplicable changes on the field, everyone watching the game was amazed. Moriarty, however, seemed to suddenly remember something in her surprise, and was immediately overjoyed.

"What's going on, Morty?" Noticing Moriarty's different color, Margaret, who had been worried about the dwarf, immediately asked.

"Moradin's Blessing!"

Moriarty looked at the silver halo that surrounded Guderian and smiled. And under the protection of the halo, the bloodthirsty claws behind the Romulo knight seemed to have been cut in half, and they were carried down by the dwarf light.

"Moradin's blessing?" The female werewolf was still puzzled.

"That is a sacred blessing given to the people by the dwarven god Moradin, and it will only appear when the 'God-Descent Event' or the dwarf's exclusive combat job 'Earth Moradin' is promoted." Moriarty immediately explained.

"Advance!? You mean! Margaret exclaimed.

"Yes, Guderian has 'amazing luck' and has been directly promoted to the eighth rank in this gladiatorial fight!" Moriarty finally burst out laughing.

"Level eight!?"

On the opposite side of the gladiatorial arena, although the werewolf duke and others had not heard of the name of "Moradin's Blessing", the eyes of the strong were still real. Seeing that the dwarves in the gladiatorial arena were suddenly powerful and their combat power increased in an all-round way under the silver halo, they immediately understood that the other party had upgraded in the battle.

"Eighth-level Earth Moradin... Why does that person have such good luck every time? Catherine looked at Guderian, who was flushed and excited, and couldn't help but look at Moriarty.

"Looks like Rodit is going to be in trouble."

On the side, the Duke of Midamoa was more admiring than worried, and it was rare to be able to witness the promotion of the middle-level Earth Moradin with his own eyes.

"Not necessarily!"

Ronnie gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed. (To be continued......)