PS: Yesterday's three watches burned out, sorry for being late today, but a big chapter of 5300 words!

The brain circuits of orcs are not the same as those of normal humans.

For the orcs, although this race is not under the constant influence of the orc god Guush like the orcs, they are still a race that is brave and fierce, and their nature tends to be evil and chaotic.

But no matter what kind of orcs they are, they all have one thing in common, that is, they want to be recognized and respected by others.

This is almost terrifying for the orcs, as a race with the evil blood of the orcs, the orcs will do everything possible to ask other humans to accept them if they are in the human society, and if the orcs are in the orc society, they will also try to make the orcs admit that he belongs to the orc society by all means.

So, although Aaron is regarded by Doherty as "his savior", the orcs merely see Aaron's act of saving his life as Aaron's recognition of his strength, courage, and faith.

So what is the best way to repay Aaron?

Of course, to show your strength and defeat him! Let him understand that his decision to save himself was the right one.

Doherty in the ring saw Aaron raise his hand, and his expression was simply ecstatic.

"Okay, you, come!" The brass long knives in both hands pointed at Aaron's face, and the half-orc sword saint battle intent was blazing.

Under the ring, Aaron's face was calm, and he even had a slight strange smile.

He was still thinking about how to give the snow elf brother and sister a little chaos shock, but he didn't expect that he didn't make a move, and this half-orc gave the snow elf brother Relta a cruel move.

Looking at the snow elf brother who had passed out after being trampled on his head, Aaron thought to himself that even if Leilta didn't really faint now, he would have to pretend to have fainted.

Being defeated by a half-orc and stepping on his head is too shameful for the arrogant snow elves, right?

Are you going to get a psychiatrist for Reerta?

"Orc, I can fight you, but you'll need to wait a moment, and let him go." Aaron said loudly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" The orcs finally let go of their feet, and the snow elf sister Evanna Deep Snow and the kind priest lady hurried up to take down the demon archer Relta, who had passed out, her face was bruised and purple, and her cheeks were covered in bruises and blood.

The Snow Elf brother was completely unconscious at this time.

"Brother! Brother! Evanna's face was pale, she shook her brother's body vigorously, seeing that he didn't react, she couldn't help but look at the half-orc sitting cross-legged in the ring, with her hands on her chest and her eyes closed, her eyes full of resentment and overt hatred: "This cheap cinder! I'm going to kill him sooner or later......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the orc suddenly open his eyes and glance at the place where Relta was, and the snow elf sister was immediately silenced.

Obviously, the ferocious power of the orcs just now had left a deep impression on her, as a magic archer, Evanna was well aware of the advantage of the first attack, and the half-orcs took the initiative to give up the right to attack first but still easily blocked Reelta's arcane shot.

The Snow Elves are extremely arrogant, but the Snow Elves live in extremely harsh environments all year round, and they know what they can and can't deal with.

There are not only prey but also hunters in the polar ice fields, and Evanna once saw a legendary mammoth more than four meters tall on the ice field, and the only order from their snow elf leader, the druid, was: "Run!" ”

Eleanor unleashed a healing spell on Relta.

"Are you alright?" Aaron asks Miss Reelta how she is doing.

"It's okay...... It's just that there are a few hard injuries on the body, there are more bruises, and it will be better to rest for a few days, the biggest problem is ......" Eleanor sighed: "I'm afraid he may ...... later"

"We'll talk about that later." Aaron calmly said, "Send him down first, I'll leave it to you, Eleanor." ”

"Aaron, you ......" Miss Pastor looked at Aaron worriedly.

"Why, dear Eleanor, don't you believe me?" Aaron smiled and motioned for Eleanor to deal with Relta's business first.

Eleanor didn't say anything more, and Miss Priest, who had some inexplicable confidence in Aaron, asked Samir to call two people for help, and went down with Evanna to carry Reerta down.

"Hurry up, Aaron, you're done with me! I'm hungry for my sword! "Disma is already energetic, he has actually raised his hand just now, but the orcs have not seen him and accepted Aaron's challenge first.

"How? Aaron, do you have faith? Cousin Maximian focused his attention on the orcs on the stage, he frowned, and reminded: "Attention, half-orcs have always been afraid of magic, but do you see? Relta's Arcane Shot was clearly a magical attack, the one that could pierce through armor. ”

"But he can carry it with a weapon, Aaron, you must be careful!" As a warrior monk of the Sword Saint Sect, Maximian had already seen that orcs were not afraid of magical attacks.

"I understand." Aaron nodded.

The abusive power in his body became more and more vibrating, and it seemed to be urging him to come to power and fight.

And Aaron himself does not intend to escape, since facing Cthulhu incarnate Krasin, Aaron has deeply understood one thing - escape does not solve the problem, at most it only delays the solution time.

As the chosen one of the four gods chosen by the four gods of chaos, the son of chaos, Aaron has been proven to have strong enough willpower, he is a chaos god venerable warlock, and his current strength is just in a position that is not up or down - he is currently the strength of the elite level approaching the peak, this strength has begun to get rid of the category of ordinary professionals, but it is far from being a strong person in the realm.

He's got to get stronger, he's got to face more challenges, he's got to be famous, he's got to be experienced.

He didn't know how this half-orc came back from the dead, but it didn't matter, he felt it, the divine power blessing from the blood god on the other party's body.

So, let's fight!

After finishing his chores and checking his weapon, Aaron signaled that he was ready.

The arena ring was under close surveillance, several of Heim's guards and paladins from the Church of Tyre were watching the stage, ready to interrupt the battle to avoid casualties, the orc Doherty was sitting in the corner of the ring, his wounds were gradually recovering with his breathing, his snort was flowing with the breath of the Sadistic Iron Fire Demon Citadel, and the eight-pillar emblem and skull pattern were engraved on the Blood Sword Battle Banner behind him in the form of holy seals and pious prayers.

The Heim guards asked Aaron if he was ready, and after receiving an affirmative answer, they motioned for Doherty to get ready.

The orc stood up, scrutinizing his next challenge.

The two paladins of Tyr had already begun to unleash their magic spells, and the crowd around them was gathering more and more, adventurers from Sword Bay, natives from Cormier, professionals from both sides of Dragon Lake, Asmo people seen earlier, and a group of elemental descendants from Mulholland.

Am's wanderers, Baldur's Gate mercenaries, Waterdeep's mage regiments, and several Neverwinter's paladins.

All eyes were on the ring, Viscount Aaron Salian had already made a name for himself in the Bard's deeds, and Doherty, the orc, had made a name for himself by fighting in the camp.

They watched intently, listened, and looked forward to the duel.

Even, in the corner of the audience, there is a woman in a silk purple robe, with a white complexion, and a beautiful woman with a strange smile on her face, for her, there are hundreds of thousands of spectators around her, and the only one who can attract her attention is Aaron Salion!

"I'm surprised you're here." Aaron slowly walked into the ring, he opened the power of Tzeentch and Slaanesh in his body, spreading his chaos tide, he felt, the badge of the half-orc Doherty, behind his eyes was a small but as tenacious as a diamond spiritual hard core, Aaron knew that he must now understand the fighting skills of the Sadistic Champion, he knew in his heart that one day he would have to face the big demons under the Sadistic seat and pry open their heads.

"I'm alive, thank you for your help, brave among the human race." The half-orc Doherty nodded, he got up, and pointed his brass long knife at Aaron, with a rare hint of respect in his expression: "I'm glad to have the opportunity to fight you." ”

"I'm stronger than you, it's an unfair duel, but it doesn't matter, because I think you also know that there is no such thing as a completely fair duel, and I'm still going to use my strength in this battle, but I'm willing to let you prepare your spells first and let you attack first." Doherty slung the long knife over her shoulder.

The strength of the half-orc Juggernaut is almost at the beginning of the master level, while Aaron's strength is at the peak of the elite level.

Doherty's strength was slightly superior to Aaron's, so the orcs gave up the right to attack first, and even let Aaron prepare spells first.

Aaron didn't hold it on either, and he immediately unleashed a series of magic spells on himself.

Two-ring Tzeentch mutation magic, mirror shadow!

Life magic, thorn shield!

Metallic magic, shining robes.

Heaven is magical, and harmony is gathered.

After a few spells in a row, Aaron turned his attention to the formidable enemy in front of him.

He knew that the special way of fighting in the ring was actually not good for the caster, and a half-orc swordmaster like Doherty could easily close the distance and force the opponent into close combat.

Moreover, the Sadistic Champions will all receive blessings from the Sadistic, they all have a considerable degree of magic resistance and ranged resistance, and if Aaron guessed correctly, the Orc Juggernaut also has a forced melee skill similar to taunts.

And once the distance is closed, Aaron's agility may be able to compete with the orcs, but strength is definitely a huge disadvantage!

How do you win?

Aaron focused on the half-orc Juggernaut's two-handed longsword.

"Ready, go!"

Aaron first launched an attack on the orc Juggernaut! He let out a roar of rage and slammed a basin-sized fireball at Doherty, the flames emitting scorching air and heading straight at Doherty's head.

Tzeentch's Primordial Fire!

The half-orc swordmaster immediately resisted with a horizontal sword, the flames hit the blade, and the copper ring on it shook continuously, and then Doherty burst out, and the long knife swirled, slashing the fireball into two pieces in the air alive!

The audience erupted in exclamation.

"This orc? Slash through the flames! Abi Gayle, a mage from Waterdeep, shouted incredulously.

However, Aaron's fireball is not your average fireball! As the flames were sliced in two, the two split flames revealed the appearance of two Tzeentch clerks, scrolls in their hands, pens dipped in the blood of Tzeentch's dreaded demons, and unleashed their magic at the orcs.

Tzeentch's heart is shattered!

The orc's body suddenly convulsed, and two psychic explosions from the clerk smashed into Doherty's mind, and he felt a burst of pain like piercing his heart.

But even so, the orc's body only came to a slight pause, and the power of the skull and the eight-pillar emblem in his body became hotter and hotter, and when the power of Tzeentch tried to get closer, they slammed into the power of the sadism alive, shattering to pieces!

"Is this your attack? Warriors of humanity? The orc let out a muffled curse, "Magic? After all, it's just a trail, and the only thing that can stand on the top of the skull throne is iron and blood! ”

Storm of Blades!

Withstanding a strong mental attack, Doherty turned into a swirling killing vortex and plunged headlong into the spell protection net created by Aaron.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Cranial donation! ”

In the storm of extreme rage, the blade turned into a vortex of doom, and all magic was torn apart!

Tzeentch Scrivener? Kill.

Metal Gold Hound? Kill.

Wall of Fire? Chop!

Chaos Missile! Chop it up!

Wall of Thorns? Hack, cut, hack!

Mirror shadowing? It's nothing more than a few more cuts!

Doherty's strong body shredded all the magic that came close to him without showing weakness, and he seemed to be telling Aaron with his actions that he was not afraid of any spell at all, and that the only chance to defeat him was hand-to-hand combat!

In just a few seconds, the orcs were already in sight!

Aaron responded with his sword, the sword of the dark moon and the brass long knife clashed, and the two fell into a desperate melee combat, Doherty unreservedly showed his extraordinary combat skills, his every sword and every movement was smooth, and many elven swordsmen who have been trained for hundreds of years have to be ashamed of their combat skills to face Aaron's heavy magic protection.

Aaron was crushed and retreated, his magical protection peeled off layer after layer, his hands cracked and he could barely hold the blade, and he struggled to resist Doherty's onslaught until he was crushed to his knees.

"Whew~"

"Oh my God!"

"The king of war is above, what a combat skill this is!" The exclamations of the audience rose higher and higher.

"It's over!" Doherty yelled excitedly, his gums already bleeding from excitement, and he smiled wildly.

He could feel Aaron's magical protection weakening, his magical shield threatening to shatter at any moment, and although he was still struggling, victory was within reach!

The last of the phantoms formed by the Mirror Shadow Technique had been shredded.

The sharp pain that swept through his heart like lightning showed that Aaron's body had been pushed to its limits.

He could feel his heart beating frantically, his lung cavities working desperately trying to get more oxygen.

The Children of Chaos struggled to fend off the storm of blades, stumbling through a storm against the orc attacks.

But Aaron hasn't lost yet.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

Sure enough, the orcs seemed to realize that the time had come to end the battle, and Doherty shouted angrily, her hands raised in the air, and the light of the god of torture shrouded the blade of the long blade.

"For the sake of abusiveness!"

Now is the time!

Aaron immediately pressed his waist with one hand.

Keeper of the Secret, transform!

The divine spark of Slaanesh erupted from Aaron's whole body, knocking Doherty into the air with a heavy blow, and the half-orc was beaten eight or nine meters away on the spot, in shock, Doherty didn't realize what was happening, and Aaron, the secret keeper whose whole body was shrouded in purple gas, had already killed violently.

Next, all the spectators were treated to an epic duel, with the Sword of the Dark Moon in Aaron's hand and the brass long knife in Doherty's hand slashing countless phantoms in the stormy battle, and the two sides played a wonderful waltz for this duel...... It could also be a piercing noise, in the dense clutter of blades intersecting, the two of them frantically attacked the center of the ring, and they had to fight more than ten times in a second!

"Yes, that's it! That's what I want! Doherty was so excited that the orc felt his blood boiling all over his body, and he laughed in ecstasy, as this powerful foe he had never seen before came face to face with him and scratched at him like a beast.

However, this happened exactly in Aaron's plan.

Five-ring magic, Tesla's arc!

Lightning rose from above Aaron's head, and the magic from the winds of heaven sparked a surging current, striking the orc's body one by one!

At first, the orcs stubbornly resisted the attack of the current.

In the second attack, the orc's movements were noticeably sluggish.

With the third current, Doherty finally realized the horror of lightning, and he violently increased his strength and threw in the last of his strength.

Similarly, Aaron realizes that the winner is about to be revealed.

In his Secret Keeper state, Aaron constantly sucks on Doherty's emotions, and he gazes into Doherty's heart: a huge flaming skull that roars with hatred, glory, blood, and an endless thirst for a powerful skull.

Then, turn it into your own power!

The lightning suddenly increased the number of points, like a heavy punch to Doherty's heart, and launched a desperate attack.

The storm swirled and grew stronger, and the hand-to-hand combat between the two sides continued, and Aaron only felt that his shoulders were extremely sore: even the state of the Secret Keeper could not compete with the strength of the other party, and he knew that if this continued, he would soon be defeated.

At this moment, Doherty was finally crushed by the lightning arc, and just as the orcs were about to win, the lightning from the combined power of Tzeentch and Slaanesh finally paralyzed him and made him unable to move.

Ascending Ring Spellcast: Slaanesh - True Silver Slash!

Aaron seized the opportunity, he used his last strength, grasped the Sword of the Dark Moon with both hands, and a slash of Slaanesh True Silver instantly broke through the terrifying blessing on the brass long knife, smashing this weapon to pieces!

Fragments of long knives fluttering scattered across Doherty's mental world.

The orc himself lay flat on his back on the floor, blood oozing from his ears and nose, his painfully twisted face breathing desperately, his whole body twitching from the constant crackling of electricity, he tried to speak, his stiff lips and tongue could not move.

"Duel over, Aaron Salian, win!" The Heim guard immediately announced loudly, for fear that the orcs would refuse to admit defeat.

"In Cormier's name, I've won!" Aaron raised his fist breathlessly and declared his victory.

The audience held their breath for a long time, and the silent scene was audible when the needle dropped.

More than ten seconds passed, and the cheers and applause like a torrential rain rang out, spreading throughout the entire Arabelle Liberation Army camp!

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