As soon as he took a few steps, Mo Ran was attracted by a two-handed war hammer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The head of the war hammer is rectangular, the appearance is very ordinary, and the feeling given to Mo Ran is also very ordinary. The difference is that he seems to be desperate for a warhammer.

The ghost sent the gods, Mo Ran held the handle of the hammer, but the two-handed hammer was too heavy to lift at all.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered that Eller only let them choose weapons according to their feelings, and there was no limit to the number. That being the case, he didn't intend to give up the two-handed hammer.

Although it cannot be used for the time being, it does not mean that it cannot be used in the future, after all, throwing weapons cannot be carried in large quantities, and a main battle weapon is also needed.

Mo Ran, who was dragging a two-handed hammer, came to the vicinity of throwing weapons. There are three throwing weapons that call for oneself - javelins, throwing axes, and one is a giant boomerang.

Mo Ran chose a javelin that was relatively simple to operate. This is a short javelin that is only 120 centimeters long and weighs about a kilogram.

Seeing Mo Ran walking back with a javelin on his back and a giant hammer in tow, Bu Fan returned to the door with Mo Ran.

After Eller saw Bu Fan's weapon, he frowned and said, "Weapons like the Holy Book are all related to magic, not what I am good at, just choose another weapon, just feel free." ”

Bu Fan hung the holy book around his waist, and chose a short sword and a small round shield, Elle nodded, and beckoned the two to leave.

After Mo Ran and Bu Fan left the weapon hall, the weapons they chose disappeared. Seeing the confusion between the two, Eller began to explain.

"The weapons in the Temple of Weapons have no physical substance at all, and the biggest role is to allow you to find the right weapon, and it will only work for people like you."

Finally, Eller pointed to the imprint on Mo Ran's palm.

Opposite the Weapon Hall was an arena, and at this time, Mo Ran and Bu Fan were in the center of the arena, familiarizing themselves with their new equipment.

"The next test is actual combat, and your opponent is two level 6 orc slaves. I told them that if you kill you, you'll be free, so go all out. ”

With that, Eller exited the arena and sat in the stands.

The iron door at the other end of the arena was also opened, and two tall humanoid monsters came out, their skin was greenish, and two large fangs protruded from their mouths.

Bu Fan put on a defensive posture in front of Mo Ran, the posture of using a short sword and shield was still very rusty, and Mo Ran, who was standing behind, was carrying a small two-handed hammer in his hand, which could barely dance, and three javelins were inserted into the ground beside him.

When Mo Ran was observing the orcs, the orcs were also observing the humans, and when they found that the humans were extremely weak, they let out an excited roar.

Because freedom was waving at him, the orcs did not make a temptation, and rushed directly towards Mo Ran and Bu Fan. The orcs are strong and strong, and the weapons they use are also heavy.

One orc used a tower shield and a big axe, and the other used a mace, just looking at the weight of the weapon, Mo Ran knew that his small body would definitely not be able to withstand two blows.

"You can't have a hard top, let's play with sports." Bu Fan also made a judgment, but his tone was full of unconfidence.

The orcs give the two of them a much more powerful feeling than the knights in the world of trials.

As Bu Fan ran away to the side, the two orcs glanced at each other, and the orcs with tower shields and broadswords changed direction and rushed towards Bu Fan.

Looking at the rushing orcs, Mo Ran threw the javelin one after another, and the orcs easily blocked it.

The arena seems to have its own wonderful power, suppressing its abilities and skills, not that it is not used, but it is very obscure to use, so the three throws are useless to produce anger.

Over there, Bu Fan was already fighting with the orcs, and Bu Fan seemed to be able to anticipate the enemy's opportunities, and he could always avoid the attacks of the orcs, but he was also driven to the edge of the arena, and the space for maneuver became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that the chances of victory were slim.

After the three javelins were thrown, the orc also came to Mo Ran, raised his mace and smashed it.

Listening to the whistling sound of the mace tearing the air, Mo Ran felt that even his scalp began to tingle, and he rolled to the ground in embarrassment, dodging this attack.

Before he could get up, he saw the mace turn in the air, turning from a sweep to a smash. Seeing that the mace was about to hit his body, Mo Ran could only grit his teeth and wave the war hammer to meet the mace.

The mace was deflected by the war hammer and grazed over his head, but after the blow of the mace, Mo Ran felt a sharp pain in his hands, and the war hammer flew out of his hands.

Then the orc kicked Mo Ran in the chest, was kicked six or seven meters away, and struggled a few times after landing before he barely stood up.

Before the person could stand firmly, he was hit to the waist by a mace, and Mo Ran's waist was hit with a huge gap. Mo Ran's strength was also instantly emptied, and he collapsed softly on the ground.

After a few moves, the humans were defeated, and the orcs roared excitedly. Just as he was about to kill the human in front of him, he was cut into two pieces by a sword aura.

The angry orc turned to look for the dastardly sneak attacker, only to find the 'Orc Terminator' Elle, looking at him, remembering the legend about Eyler, the orc did not dare to make any move, and silently retreated to the side.

Mo Ran's side was defeated by the orcs neatly, and Bu Fanna was not happy.

Bu Fan could sense the orc's attack trajectory, but the opponent's attack was so strong that he couldn't parry it at all.

So the more you dodge, the greater the disadvantage, because the orcs are consciously driving away Bu Fan.

Dodging the broadsword again, the orc swung the tower shield and slapped it, his center of gravity was unstable, and there was still a wall behind him, so he couldn't dodge, so he had to raise a small round shield to protect him.

This impact alone made Concession Fan feel as if his body had fallen apart. Although he didn't suffer much damage, his strength was scattered, and he could only hold his sword, panting heavily.

At that moment, a team of guards ran into the arena, drove the orcs away, and carried the two trialists together.

Subsequently, several people in white robes also hurried to arrive. Seeing Mo Ran, who was seriously injured, the middle-aged man led by him began to silently recite a spell and released a healing magic technique to wrap Mo Ran's wounds.

At this time, Mo Ran was still very awake and was gritting his teeth and persevering. But when the magic wrapped around the wound, the instantaneous pain made the body instinctively bounce, and the entire arena resounded with a pig-killing cry.

However, the pain disappeared quickly, and Mo Ran, who came back to his senses, found that most of the injuries had healed, and the middle-aged man was also amazed by this phenomenon.

Seeing Mo Ran's searching gaze, the middle-aged man introduced himself: "My name is Yamondi, and I am the priest of the Temple of Order, whether I am injured or unwell, you can come to me." ”

Yamondi released another magic spell on Bu Fan, and as soon as the magic took effect, Bu Fan regained his power.

Bu Fan couldn't help but sigh: "What a magical power! ”

Yamondi stretched out his hand in a friendly manner and pulled Bu Fan up, shaking his head and saying, "It's not all the work of divine arts, it's your friend's recovery power that is amazing. ”