The Wood Elf also died, returning to nature in an equally mysterious way, Valrhona summoned a giant leaf to envelop herself, transforming herself back into a pod-like seed, followed by the proclamation of the oracle.

There are only three left!

That's where Martin's cleverness comes in.

Simply with humans winning, the gods of the human race will not have the upper hand in terms of quality or quantity, and if the gods on the other side of the chaos collectively attack, several gods of the human race will definitely not be able to bear it.

When Martin pulled the dwarves and wood elves into the top ten, it undoubtedly pulled more gods to the human side, even if temporarily.

Martin didn't know what the gods of heaven had come up with, and from their acquiescence to the contestants' decision to take matters into their own hands, it could be inferred that the gods of the Order faction had taken the lead in this bloody competition.

The top three are all humans.

But the most critical time has come - Francis, this mysterious noblewoman, is definitely not small. It is not difficult to see from her words and deeds that she has a great heart.

She's not the kind of woman who is willing to give in to others.

In fact, the aura that lingered around her also stimulated Gal. Before Garl knew it, he had tightened his grip on the handle of his gun.

She wielded the hammer and crossed her hands at the base of the handle, her hair dancing wildly in the wind that blew in it. It felt like there was an invisible cloak that flew up behind her shoulders, hunting and rattling.

The eyebrows are full of firmness, and the big eyes that can talk are full of stubbornness.

I'm sorry I can't give my real name until this moment. That doesn't stop me from expressing my gratitude to you. I must admit that without you, I would have died in the fortress long ago. My hatred, my ambitions, my hopes, all vanished there. The clear voice, the sonorous words, and the heroic spirit between Francis's eyebrows made Martin feel a kind of spontaneous appreciation.

Martin smiled lightly: "A name is just a code name for life. I know your gratitude comes from your heart, and that's enough. I helped you, didn't you help me?

"No, you saved me from falling into the deep water in my armor. If one day, when I can reveal my identity to you, you will be rewarded. It's a pity that you'll have to wait at least until I get what is rightfully mine. ”

Martin pursed his lips disapprovingly, he didn't think that Francise could give him any conditions that he liked. A wasteland is enough for him to toss, and there is really no time for him to take care of the things in the farther places.

Martin spread his hands as Franise continued.

The female knight was not annoyed, and said to herself: "There are always things in life that you can't give up. I have that too. At least, defeat without a fight is the most unacceptable point for me. If I lose this persistence, then I will be no different from those aristocratic girls who dress themselves up beautifully and take beauty as their only value. Therefore, it is one thing for me to be kind to you, and it is another thing to be related to your victory or defeat. ”

"Winning first place in this bloody tournament should be more valuable to you. But you have your persistence, and I have my philosophy. I have come to this point with my courage, wisdom and luck, and I have no reason to give up. So, I accept your challenge, just me and you, one-on-one!"

As soon as Martin finished speaking, Gal was anxious, but before he could speak, Martin waved his hand to stop him: "If I want to get the first place by any means, it's very simple." But if the price is the loss of one of the most important allies, then it is not worth it. Gal, this game, has long gone beyond the game itself. When you learn this truth, you will be my general, and you can take charge of it for me. ”

Gal was stunned: "General?"

"Yes, I'm optimistic about you, but now I would like you to leave first, right?"

Since it is a bloody competition, it must end with death. Even if you know that you can be resurrected if you turn back, but if you say that you will die, not everyone has that courage.

Unexpectedly, Gal's exit was so crisp-

Holding the barrel of the spear that had turned dark red, he handsomely slashed twice, even if he danced a spear before stabbing himself, and in this way, Gar pierced his chest with the tip of his spear, piercing his heart into two petals.

Martin felt his heart pound.

Looking at the unobtrusive movements, seeing the face with some kind of martyr's brilliance in it, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Martin suddenly realized that this kid Gal was really willing to die for him.

"Gal, you're ......" Martin choked up in his throat.

"Young Master...... You must come back alive, or I'm afraid I'll die for you again......" said Garr, as if a little clueless.

Martin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: dare to love this kid Gal, but he is still afraid that this is a dream, a nightmare that the master will not be able to return to the real world even if he wins.

Martin smiled, reluctantly, "It's okay! You don't believe anything in the world." But you just have to trust me. I will be back. ”

"Uh-huh......" Gar's body limped and collapsed, and he lay there quietly, his gradually cold body acting as a shocking sign.

Martin didn't touch Gard, who was afraid he would become soft-hearted.

He kept telling himself that there was one more reason to win and 'eat chicken'.

Martin slowly turned to face Francis, who had been motionless since the beginning.

The female knight's face also showed a sentimental look: "It is good to have such a faithful servant. I sincerely hope that the friendship between your master and servant will remain unchanged throughout your life. ”

Martin saw the gloom in her eyes when she said this.

Suddenly he sighed, "Do we have to kill each other?"

The female knight shook her head heavily: "I can't imagine the scene where I smashed my benefactor to death with a hammer with my own hands, so it's better than fighting." Just one move, whoever loses, who will decide on his own. ”

"Good!" Martin was adamant.

Franise gripped the handle of the hammer with both hands, raised the hammer flat above her chest, and pointed the hammer head at Martin: "Martin Lorraine, I don't know how many hole cards you have? I can't allow that. Do you know what I mean?"

Martin shrugged: "Coincidentally, I hate failure too." ”

In other words, the 'king' factor that is integrated into the soul is resisting failure, and even the thought of failure is unacceptable.

Martin raised the Sword of Slash, pointing at Franise as well.

"Come on!"

Just let me beat you, and then ......

Eat chicken tonight!