The tightrope groaned in pain, as if unable to support the ogre's massive weight, and the ogre looked at the food piled up below, becoming more and more manic, and the yellowish saliva continued to flow from his mouth. The ogre began to shake the cage violently, roaring, jumping, and eagerly enjoying the feast that followed.

As if the bowstring was broken, the steel rope snapped open, and the iron cage carrying the ogre rushed to the ground.

There was a loud bang.

In the smoke and dust, the ogre didn't care about tearing open the twisted and shapeless iron cage around him, and the steel groaned and twisted unwillingly in his hands, but he couldn't escape the fate of being changed.

"Wow!", countless exclamations erupted in the field, under this monster, how could a human be able to resist it?

Arthur squinted at the ogre falling from the sky, feeling his nerves groan, an adult ogre needed a team of well-armed soldiers to deal with. If it was peacetime, Arthur would have the confidence to fight, but now his state, only he knows best, how can he win?

The ogre did not attack Arthur at the beginning, but walked to the side of the corpse, grabbed a corpse and chewed it, the barber's head was put into his mouth and then bitten, the juice splashed, and it ran down from the corner of his mouth, it can be seen that this guy knows how to eat and drink, especially the method of cannibalism.

Maybe you can watch all kinds of perverted faces on TV without changing color, but when a creature chews and eats one of your kind in front of you, you will understand what fear is, and that fear has far exceeded the fear of being killed. It is the lower facing the higher, and the food facing the fear of the eater. Dragon fear is said to be one such fear that even the bravest warriors struggle to overcome.

Arthur is very afraid now, not only afraid of the other party's cannibal, but afraid of the intelligence of this ogre, and knows how to use this method to hit his own psychology, it must not be an ordinary ogre. However, Arthur was too worried about this, because the ogre did not take him seriously at all, but was afraid that once he killed this opponent, he would be driven back immediately, and this pile of food would be wasted. So at the moment he swallowed as much as he could, eating only the parts he usually liked the most.

The scene froze into an ogre's cannibal performance, and the audience became dissatisfied and made a noise for them to fight. But the ogre probably didn't understand what they were saying, and Arthur had to take the opportunity to regain his strength.

The power of the earth flowed through his body as fast as it could, soothing his tired body and trembling mind. His feet began to slowly sink into the stone ring.

Close your eyes and let your mind keep sinking. Sinking into some unknown realm, a small hill-like stone giant fell asleep on all sides. If you can't summon it, I'll go find you!

In the world of the mind, the young body that restores the body of the half-elf calls for the giant stone man.

"Mud Pill, wake up! Mud Pill! Help me!"

"Arthur, what's wrong? Huh? How can I speak. Golem was dazedly sober.

"Mud Pill, listen to me, I need your help, you have to give me your power like you did the first time, this is my last chance. Arthur said anxiously.

"Yes, Arthur. It's just so boring here! Let me go out and beat him flat!"

"There will be a chance, but please bear with me for now!"

"Like last time?"

"Yes!"

Only the trust entrusted to life can be used, and the power of each other can be reconciled, can the magical spell passed down by Quincy really turn defeat into victory?

The totem imprinted on the chest began to shine, and the heart began to beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of the chest. It's not just the heart that beats, it's the spirit.

Lost in the legend and unpassed down the Gude spell, Quincy's secret technique - the symbiote of fate.

Able frowned in confusion, what kind of spell was this, did the druid have such a spell? With his lifespan, there were very few spells he didn't know. Is the word of the stone warlock true?

The intense light unnerved even the gluttonous ogre, grabbing the half-eaten body in his hand and throwing it at Arthur.

The corpse flew towards Arthur with a string of wind and blood sprays, and Arthur closed his eyes and his face sank like water, seemingly unconscious.

Peng's thud, Arthur was knocked out by the corpse and fell to the ground as if dead. The light was gone, and even the heartbeat and breathing were faintly imperceptible. But Arthur's heart was crying out, "Come, come and see!"

Yes, at Arthur's current level, although he can barely achieve a fit, the real resonance is only for a moment, that is, Arthur only has one chance. If he can't kill this ogre, he will only be killed.

And Arthur, who has always maintained a fit, feels a huge Arthur every minute, and the power of the heart of the earth is rapidly consumed.

It seems that the moment a meteor crosses the sky, people always have no time to make a wish, but this time, Arthur's wish seems to really move the heavens, and the ogre slowly walks towards Arthur.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached little by little, is it the drumbeat of death, or the thunder of hope?

Arthur shouted in his heart, "Come on, come on!" at this moment, without any fear.

Finally, when the step was close to the extreme, Arthur jerked up and punched. It's just that there was light condensed on his fists, and everyone's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Fighting spirit?"

Arthur didn't know what he had condensed, the elements or the vindictiveness, only that it was his only hope, either life or death?

Like the golden light that pierced the sky, it was immortal in an instant, and that light even the stupid ogre was afraid, and instinctively raised his thick arm.

But it didn't work, the arm that could resist the slash of the long sword was like rotten flesh in that light, and it was pierced in an instant, but the ogre didn't have time to wail, because his chest was pierced next, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the arm that had completely submerged in his body. But the world was running out of time for him, and before he even thought about it, death had taken over his brain.

That punch had pierced his huge heart, and even a powerful ogre couldn't support it.

Won, won?

Gura cheered, and the audience was boiling. No one could believe that such a giant beast would be killed with such a single blow. Mel couldn't help but smile and said to Sherlock beside him, "Looks like we've won a lot of money!"

Sherlock also smiled and said, "Actually, I pressed the last ring, the axle!"

Draining all the strength of his body in an instant, Arthur fell to his knees, let joy fill his heart, let tears slide from his eyes, and I finally won.

In the ring, the broken iron cage was still aside, and in front of him was the ogre's filthy body that began to bleed blood. There will be no more next one.

A black hole in the dome was still staring contemptuously, and it was there that deadly enemies were constantly laid down, and now there was finally peace there. But suddenly, two rays of light appeared in the darkness, a green glow, like the eyes of a beast in the darkness, staring at the prey below.

The light seemed unwilling to remain silent like this, but it was helpless, and the huge height was enough to crush anyone who fell. But the desire in the heart cannot be suppressed, kill or be killed, then come!

Suddenly, a huge sense of crisis filled his heart, and Arthur wanted to jump back, but the nerves applied to his body, but he only shook in place. The ogre in front of Arthur suddenly exploded. An orc kept his head down and remained in a squatting position, his long hair hanging down messily, making his expression disappear in the shadows. Although it was quiet, the furious aura continued to emanate, it was the thirst for blood, its own and its enemies.

The orc's body was covered with scars and small unhealed wounds, the marks of countless battles. Falling unscathed from such a height, he perfectly distributed all his power to the ogre at his feet. That's the pinnacle of strength and skill. Even if Arthur could still throw such a punch, he would definitely not be able to kill the orc in front of him.

The narrator, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke again: "Now, it's our long-awaited axle, the seeded player, the green-skinned orc, the king of war - Boom!"

Mel looked at Sherlock beside him angrily: "You!"

Sherlock just sneered and said, "The original challenger should have been this orc, Arthur came out to deal with him at the end, it's perfect, isn't it? But since Arthur refuses to bow his head, then it's up to him! Do you really think you can escape our control? How can the protagonist challenge the author? Let him give up! Everyone will be more comfortable." ”

After a long time, the orc slowly stood up, and the violent aura that had been suppressed rose to the extreme in an instant, making Arthur feel that the wind was howling and he couldn't breathe. Originally, when it landed, it was the best time to attack, because no matter how strong the opponent was, it was impossible to completely ignore the huge impact, and Arthur could even be sure that the opponent had been slightly injured. And the performance of the later orcs also proves this.

However, there is no point anymore, Arthur's hole cards are exhausted, he has no small universe, and he is not a saint seiya, now he doesn't want to fight, it is difficult to even stay awake, as long as there is a child, he can push him.

The orc raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Arthur as if it were substance, making Arthur tremble. He suddenly said in a stiff lingua franca, "You, very good, I, see! You are a warrior, you are qualified to kill me, now come and kill me! wash away the insult with my blood, or I will kill you!" At the words "kill me," the orc's tone was filled with an unspeakable longing.

Arthur didn't dare to answer, he was afraid that he would fall with a mouth, but chose to take a step forward, blood kept dripping from him, and then another step, fortunately, the distance between them was very close, it only took three steps, Arthur walked in front of the orc, and then slowly raised his arm, slowly moved forward, and punched the orc in the chest, the orc did not dodge, did not fight back, and even relaxed the muscles in his chest. It was a silent punch, no punch, no light, not even the sound of a hit, just a simple touch.

For a moment, the picture froze, and then time continued to run, and the miracle did not happen, and Arthur fell to the ground with a bang.

The orc grabbed Arthur angrily and shook it desperately, "Come on, get up and fight, come and kill me!" but Arthur was like a puppet doll with a broken string and let him shake without any answer.

Darkness and silence, perhaps this is the meaning of fate!