"Hehe, wait, stop chasing, look, that's the Flame Lion-Damir!"

"Damir, the Flame Lion, what's wrong with him?"

"He's the third in the top ten, and he may even be the second-best orc, it's not so easy to deal with!"

"What are you afraid of, under the attack of our potions and poison powder, I don't believe that he can hold on!" As the words fell, the potion bottle in the magician's hand was thrown out directly;

When the flask appeared, as if something had begun, the rest of the magicians recognized the flask or the poison powder or something, but in the next second, a flame rose and burned them all;

I saw that Damir was holding a heavy sword, and the flames on his body rose again, this time the range of flames was no longer near him, but directly attacked in the direction of the magician;

In the face of flame attacks, most of the magicians did not panic, and in their magical careers, they were familiar with the attacks of the fire element;

The next moment, all the magicians took out their magic wands, as fourth-order magicians, their real attacks still relied on magic, and then, various types of magic began to bloom on the Colosseum;

And the orcs were not to be outdone, they began to beast, awakened their talents, and launched an attack on these magicians, as for Szakole, they also seized this opportunity and got a respite;

Their next goal is to settle accounts with these stupid saints in the church!

Compared with the members of the other forces, although the saints attacked without a target, they cooperated very well, and in this way, they were the only ones who did not lose a single person, because they kept attacking in groups;

"Big brother, how do you deal with the stupid bunch of saints next?"

"Don't worry, although those saints have a bad brain, but their holy light is not so easy to deal with, I ordered to go down, test a wave first, and analyze whether they are priests or adjudicators!"

From Szakoller's words, it can be perceived that he still has some understanding of the saints, although the rise of the church is much shorter than the mercenary guild and the magic tower in terms of time;

But their strength is also very strong, in the past adventures, Szakole has also met a few times, deeply experienced, the most important thing now is to know the strength of the other party;

Among the saints of the Church, there are two professions, and they have similarities with swordsmen and magicians, in which the adjudicator is a being like a swordman, and the priest is like a magician;

It's just that the power they use is neither sword qi nor elemental magic, but the holy light that is now shining with extraordinary light;

The mercenaries, who had quickly rested, divided into a team and launched a new round of attack, wielding various swords such as long swords, short swords, and heavy swords, and attacking in the direction of the saints;

In response to such an attack, the saints of the church did not have the slightest nervousness, but clasped their hands in front of their chests, and chanted chant incessantly, and then the light on their bodies became more and more dazzling, forming a shield of light;

Blocked all the mercenaries, those extremely sharp swords, but even the light shields of the saints could not be broken, in this case, those saints held the light shields, used these and gradually surrounded, and finally forced the fighting beast to step down;

"Holy Light Shield, and chanting, it seems that these ten people should all be priests, then it will be easy to do!Ciro, come here, don't let them test it first!"

This man named Ciro was the little mercenary who had been following Szakolle, and when he heard Szakolle's voice, he immediately rushed over;

"What's wrong, big brother?"

"Don't be tempted, I've already seen that these guys should be priests, there aren't many means they can use, just consume them, but don't get too close to them, it's hard to escape if you're pinned!"

"I see!"

"Well, I'll leave it to you over there, and then I'm going to have a good meeting with this 'Flame Lion'!"

As soon as the words fell, Szakole looked to the other side, that is, Damir's position, except for the time when he had just dealt with those powders, Damir showed something, and in the following time, he did not make any more moves;

In this way, he, like Szakolle, is planning to play other people first, save strength, and then finally stay on the field, which is what they need to deal with;

"That's a good idea, but you shouldn't have noticed it now, and there are people like me staring at you!"

A sneer came from Szakoller's mouth, and then he put his hand on his waist, a black light flashed, and a pair of full moon-like weapons were slowly withdrawn, and the sharp cold light made people shudder;

This is Szakole's weapon, the Four-Rank Magic Weapon - Cold Front.

When he took out the cold front, a wisp of wind blew, and the figure of Szakole suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared;

At this time, Damir, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, seemed to sense something, and suddenly leaned back, and Timo, who had been hiding beside him, noticed his movements, and looked curiously, he did not understand what was happening;

Soon, in her sight, a black cold glow appeared, and then a figure appeared out of thin air, it was Szakolle, who was still watching from a distance just now;

His surprise attack was very secretive, but it was still detected by Damir in advance, so that it did not work, and at the moment it was suspended in mid-air, full of flaws;

As a third-order student, Damir has also experienced many battles between life and death, and what he just realized was the consciousness he had honed in these battles, and when he saw Szakole appear, his eyes were not panicked, but very firm, and he picked up the flame sword and slashed upward;

At this moment, the majestic flame wrapped the long sword and smashed into Szakoller's body, you know, now Szakolle's position is very awkward, in mid-air, there is no relay thing, it is difficult for him to adjust the direction;

In this situation, the Flame Greatsword smashed into the position of Szakole in mid-air, and a circular ring of fire cut through it, which was the combat skill - the Ring of Fire;

When the battle skill was finished, the flaming heavy sword smashed to the ground on the other side, and Damir thought that his counterattack speed was perfect and fast, and the mercenary who attacked him would not be able to dodge in such a situation;

But in the next second, his expression became very serious, and his large mane pushed Timo behind him, and then put the flaming heavy sword back in front of him, looking ahead;

I saw a figure, slowly falling from the air, in a half-lying posture, it was Szakole, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly changed, as if a wind was blowing, and set him up;

In this process, Szakole is like a piece of catkins, falling with the wind, and this is also the sword he won the title of swordsmith, the sword of the wind floc;

Like catkins, fluttering in the wind!

"You top ten players, it seems that it is really not simple, I think in the sneak attack just now, you didn't reveal a little breath, and your attention has been on other places, but you still found out, why is this?"

"Your attack is indeed weird, and your aura is indeed well hidden, but if you go too far between life and death, you will generate a special sense like me, and he will not make a mistake!"

"I see, maybe it's the combat experience of the orcs!"

"You should be one of the six swords, Szakolle, it is indeed very weird, like a ball of catkins, silent, fluttering in the wind, even my attack, as if passing through a ball of catkins, there is no reaction!"

"It seems that it's not just us who are looking at you top 10 players, you're also investigating us, that's right, I'm the Sword of the Wind - Szakole!"

After saying that, Szakole also made a gentleman's aristocratic benefit, and wanted Damir to greet him, after all, no matter who he is, as long as he is strong, he will be respected;

In the face of Szakole's actions, Damir was not arrogant and unreasonable, as a member of the tribe of the Twelve Dukes, he still knew something, he held his hands with me, clenched his fists, and bowed slightly;

"Blood Lion Tribe, Damir!"

After the two sides saluted, as if they had discussed, they immediately began to fight, with Szakole as the attacker, with the help of the breeze, launched an attack on Damir;

And Damir just wielded a heavy sword to resist Szakolle's dense attack, sparks flew everywhere, and the blood-colored flames on Damir's body became more and more intense, and even his appearance changed;

The original Damir, like Rengar, who was also from the blood lion tribe, had a dense mane and a body with well-developed limbs, which showed that he was a kind of lion half-orc;

As for his appearance, he still leaned towards humans, but now, in the midst of Szakoller's stormy attack, Damir's state began to change;

The original blood-colored mane and flames gradually changed towards a richer dark blood color, and his face also slowly changed towards the lion's appearance, which is the talent beast;

"Beast Bloodrage Lion!"

With a loud shout, Damir completed his beast transformation at this moment, and swept Szakole out with a single blow, but he quickly adjusted his position in mid-air and slowly floated down;

In the process, he began to observe the changes in Damir, at least doubling in size, and at least tripling in terms of the power he had just wielded his heavy sword;

And the most striking blood-colored flame turned dark red at this moment, and now Damir looked more like a lion burning with blood-colored flames;

At this moment, Szakole felt the pressure, an oppressive force coming from Damir, and he not only looked at his waist, where there was a mark, which was produced by cautery;

In the sneak attack just now, he didn't perfectly avoid Damir's counterattack, he still received a trace of damage, of course, in the next attack, he tried his best to use his sword skills and condense his sword energy to attack Damir;

This is also the disadvantage of the half-orc warrior, although the battle qi attack can also achieve the effect of long-range attack, but the farther away the drunk, the less damage will be;

So basically, the battle qi between the orcs is attached to the body, or the weapon, so in the face of Szakolle's wind sword qi, Damir is a little weak;

Plus, he's got to protect everyone else!

But now, after he turned on the beast transformation, the situation became different, and just when Damir changed, a voice came out from the preparation table of the orcs and mercenaries;

"Szakole lost!"

With the sound coming out, Damir disappeared as an afterimage on the field, and the next second he appeared in front of Szakolle, holding up the flaming heavy sword!

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Among the orcs, it was Oshika who said this, and for this result, everyone else took it for granted, after all, Damir's tribe was also the tribe of the twelve dukes, or the silver tribe;

Their tribe's racial talent is from the ninth-level spirit beast - Blood Fury Flame Madness, a very powerful talent, and Damir has successfully awakened the second sister, and few of the contestants are his opponents;

"Damir's victory is deserved, the other party's sword master, although it is a little weird, but under the absolute power, everything is in vain, it's just that Damir has been fighting for a bit long this time!"

On the other hand, the war madness - McLaren expressed his opinion, and at the same time expressed surprise, he knew Damir's strength very well, but what puzzled him was why Damir took so long;

The others were of the same opinion, Oshika, looking at the stage, and after a moment of silence, pointing to the position of Teemo on the stage, said with some suspicion;

"Could it be because of that controller?"