"Ero, it's not difficult for me to be for you, if you can hold out under Barton's attack for ten minutes, I'll spare you a life."

Karl said indifferently.

Barton smirked and continued to bully himself.

The incarnation is more than forty meters, and its bear's paw is much larger than that of Ero's entire person.

A palm slapped out one after another, causing gusts of wind in the sky.

After a head-on collision, Hérault did not dare to go head-to-head with Barton.

The whole person and the two-handed sword statue are one, relying on speed to maneuver with Patton.

Don't look at the huge body, the speed of the attack is not slow at all.

Therefore, not every palm of Hérault can dodge.

Once he can't dodge, he can only use his fighting spirit and strength to unload his strength.

After only five minutes of fighting, Eero's fighting spirit and physical strength became more and more serious, mainly in his hands, which already felt numb.

He also thought about attacking, but whenever his sword was about to hit Patton, a piece of armor made of earth elementals would appear at the point where the sword landed.

The force of the collision was not much worse than direct contact with Barton's bear paw.

This Patton, for the use of the "Earth Guardian Sacred Armor", has been as he pleases.

Moreover, Patton's power seemed to be endless, and the protracted battle did not diminish his fighting form.

"Five minutes to go." Ero was silent.

He now hated himself for being so curious about what he had done to Carl, and for allowing him to escape.

He also hated Carl for leaving no room for anything, he had obviously shown favor in every possible way, and he was retaliated against like this, and he also hated Hank's wrong message, saying that Carl was not thirsty for killing.

Moreover, he is here today to make peace.

I thought that Carl would look at Hank's face and give him a chance.

Who knew that this Carl actually directly let the monster kill him.

If he had known this, he would not have said anything.

Karl, who was watching the battle from the side, saw that Hérault had been on passive defense, and understood that he was only going to hold on to those ten minutes from the beginning.

couldn't help but sneer: "You are also a veteran Sacred Domain powerhouse, but I didn't expect that you lost your will to fight at the beginning of the battle." ”

It's like two armies facing each other, one side wants to win, but the other side just wants to hold out as long as they want to be undefeated.

Especially when there is not much difference in combat strength, the impact of battle spirit on the outcome of the battle is relatively large.

Ero's face turned red when he heard Karl's ridicule during the battle.

Indeed, Ero is not like the kind of Sanctuary powerhouse who is very aggressive.

It's not that every Sacred Domain powerhouse grows up in battle.

There are also some Sacred Domain powerhouses, who may simply like to cultivate, and are not good at fighting.

Hérault belongs to that category, once he doesn't have the absolute advantage in strength, he thinks about how he can get out of it.

This made him lose his sharpness in the battle with Patton, and he was gradually overwhelmed by Patton.

If he wanted to win from the start, Barton wanted to win him within 10 points, it would be difficult.

After another three minutes, Ero's dodge was even slower, and one was slapped directly on his body by Barton's palm without paying attention.

Ero coughed up a large mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the bones in his body were also broken to varying degrees.

This time, Hérault was directly seriously injured and barely managed to keep from falling directly.

Barton's figure flashed, and the bear claws hovered over Eero's neck, and if Karl gave the order, Eero would be killed on the spot.

Without Carl's order, Barton would not have killed Eero directly, and the palm just now, if it hadn't collected some force, otherwise with all his strength, Eero might have been smashed directly.

Karl flew over slowly, standing in front of Eero in the air, looking at him with indifferent eyes.

Admittedly, killing Hérault is very simple.

From the battle just now, Karl had already discovered that Hérault's strength was no more than that.

is very mediocre in all aspects, and has not comprehended a trace of the mystery of the law, so it has accumulated for many years, and it is just a little strong in terms of fighting spirit.

On Carl's own, Hérault couldn't hold out for a minute.

After all, Carl's speed was too fast, and after becoming a sanctuary, he improved the most because of his speed.

Carl's mind was full of thoughts.

Kill Eero, and the Nagrave tribe will be completely devoid of Sanctuary powerhouses.

Hank is already a young patriarch and will take over as patriarch in the future.

Without the powerhouse of the Sanctuary, the Graf tribe's status among the dwarves will plummet.

There's no way I've been helping Hank behind his back.

Anyway, just save this Hero's life, and with him helping Hank in the Graf tribe, he can save a lot of thought.

Karl took his two-handed greatsword from Hero's hand.

Ero's expression faded, and he closed his eyes, knowing that he might be dying.

Memories flickered in his mind.

Born in the Graf tribe, their ancestors made a living by crafting weapons, and their ancestral craftsmanship is famous even in the dwarf clan.

He has been following his father in forging since he was a child, and his talent in forging is even better than his father's, so his father has high hopes for him.

Later, his talent for cultivation was discovered by the tribe.

Then they were taken to a place and cultivated by the tribe.

It seems that he has a good cultivation talent, and there are quite a few in the tribe.

Step by step, in this group of people, he became more and more dazzling, until one day, he suddenly found that the big sword in his hand seemed to have lost weight, and the damage caused was even greater.

That year, Ero was twenty-five years old, an eighth-level warrior, and he realized that lifting weights was light.

From that year onwards, the one who taught Hérault became a person, Luciano Graf, a saint-level powerhouse in the patriarch's lineage at that time.

Under Luciano's dedicated teaching, Ero finally broke through to the holy level before he was 100 years old, enjoying unlimited life and the respect of his clan.

The lifespan of ordinary people of the dwarf race can be two hundred years, one hundred years old, which is equivalent to fifty years old for the human race, and it can be seen that Eero's talent is absolutely good.

"It turns out that I have received so much favor from the patriarch's family, how can I forget it after so many years."

It was the cultivation of the tribe that allowed him to slowly embark on the road of the strong.

It stands to reason that Luciano can be said to be his teacher, but thousands of years have passed, and the two have slowly drifted apart for some reason.

A sword roar pulled Eero back from his memories.

Hérault felt only a pain in his face, and opened his eyes again, only to find that Carl and Barton were already 100 meters away.

"Today, I won't kill you yet."

"What to do, I'm sure you know!"

"Don't get rid of that scar on your face!"

"That's the glory of your life!"

Although Karl had been far away, his voice was clear to Erot's ears.

Eero stared at Carl and Barton's backs in a daze until they were completely gone.

He breathed a sigh of relief and knew that his life had been saved.

The ten-centimeter-long wound on his face had begun to heal, but he obeyed Karl's orders and left it as a scar on his face.

"Glory?"

Ero didn't understand what Carl meant.

Then he went to the ground and found the two-handed greatsword, which Carl used and then threw away.

That sword was created by Luciano when he became a saint-level powerhouse when he became a saint-level powerhouse.

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