Chapter 439: Sea Tide (6)

? Emotions changed, and judging from the words revealed by the black orc derivative, it seemed to know more.

"You—are you not a derivative?"

The Elf Queen asked, delaying as much as possible, the follow-up troops of Tia Kingdom are about to join the battlefield, and Marha's reinforcements from the neighboring castle are also on their way.

"Of course I am. You needn't be surprised that I have my own thoughts and emotions."

While moving his muscles, Carlodan said: "I am different from other derivatives. They are just tools that were created by Monet and implanted with wisdom. I am different because I know who 'I' is."

"Who are you?"

Garcia followed his words very cooperatively, and at the same time glanced behind him imperceptibly.

"Calodan Scalon, that was my old name, but I am dead, like them."

He pointed to the silent black orcs behind him, and said calmly: "But Gruumsh rejected us, He fled the battlefield shamefully, abandoned his people, betrayed glory and disappeared without a trace, the gate of the Kingdom of God was closed , the souls of orcs who have nowhere to rest can only enter hell, or linger in some dark corners of Elradia to hide and tremble until Monet wakes up."

"I don't know how the matrix does it. It revitalizes our souls and rejuvenates them, and shapes the bodies that can house the souls of orcs. Now, we fight in the name of Monet, you can call us Undead orcs, holy orcs, or new orcs, it doesn't matter."

"I think dark orcs are more appropriate."

Garcia sneered and said that she has never had a good impression of things on the dark side, and besides, elves and orcs are old enemies until death.

"It doesn't matter, read it as you like."

The leader of the dark orcs, Kalodan, said, he turned around, grabbed the handle of the black giant blade again, and pulled it out from the ground lightly, "Even though I know you are delaying time, I want to say more, because I have already I haven't spoken for many years, but unfortunately time does not allow, so... let's start."

His voice suddenly became ferocious, and he roared: "Kill them all!"

"Roar!" The Chimeras roared intimidatingly.

But it was useless, the elves immediately fell into a siege, and all the dark orcs rushed up.

However, Garcia was not included. In front of her was Calodan who was slowly approaching with a giant blade. "You seem to be the king here. I will give you a fair duel."

The words fell, and the derivative body began to accelerate.

Garcia took a deep breath, bowed slightly facing the dark orc Kalodan, and began to sprint without retreating. The movement was exactly the same as that of the orc. She tightly held the long sword in her hand and waited for it. The feedback she received told her that the opponent was very strong, very strong. , Rare in his life.

The two sides kicked the ground at the same time, and the knee joints burst out with extraordinary energy, one swift and the other fierce, and the figures pulled out two tracks during the high-speed movement. They leaped, and the blades of their weapons collided in the air.

The link of wrestling each other as imagined did not appear.

Garcia was directly thrown away, and the elf queen hit the ground in the distance, her calves below her knees were all sunk into the deep mud. The opponent's strength was much greater than she imagined. She turned her head and looked around, and found that other Most of the elves also suffered heavy losses. These dark orcs can even pull the Chimera, and their strength is not at the same level as the elves.

Their prototype is not the orcs of the third era, but the uncursed ancient orcs. Garcia took a deep breath, and as soon as he pulled his leg out of the deep mud, before he had time to think, the leader of the dark orc rushed to him at the speed of a cannonball, getting close, flying, and jumping!

The queen can't do that explosive speed and strength, she can only block with the horizontal sword, and hold the sword with the other hand.

The giant blade slashed heavily on the long blade, and Garcia blocked it, but it was followed by a storm of slashes, the second, third, fourth... each time was faster and heavier than the first. .

In the end, the Elven Queen fell to the ground on one knee because she couldn't bear the continuously rising heavy blows. No matter how soft the ground was, it couldn't remove such a huge force. The bones in her joints of her hands were broken, and she could hardly hold the sword.

But this is not the end, neither the ancient orcs nor the dark orcs will be merciful at this time. After the Elf King fell to his knees, Kalodan immediately kicked her in the abdomen. The spikes on the orc's iron boots pierced through Garcia's plastron severely, causing her to be lifted off the ground and thrown into the sky with great force, and then smashed back to the ground under the force of gravity.

"Boom!"

There was smoke and dust.

Before the smoke and dust dispersed, Kalodan was already heading towards this place. He dragged the giant blade forward without saying a word, and the sound of friction between the blade and the ground gradually approached, like a death knell slowly ringing.

"Cough, cough."

No one believed that Garcia could still stand up, but she did. The Elf King's eyes were completely covered by white light, and his body was filled with waves of divinity. His injuries were healing quickly, and the broken bones were reconnected, and cracks had already appeared Her long sword was covered by blazing white flames, and she stared at the dark orc with a dignified figure that could not be offended.

"God's favor?"

Although it was a questioning tone, there was no surprised expression on Kalodan's face. He raised his left hand and pinched his neck behind his neck, raised his head slightly, and said, "I really envy you lucky creatures."

When he put down his hands, he was extraordinary.

Calodan's scarlet eyes became sharper, his body swelled to a height of three meters, his muscles bulged and piled up like hills, and dense blood vessels and veins emerged on the surface of his skin, ferocious like an abyssal demon.

The leader of the dark orcs activates the power of blood and enters the legend.

From this moment on, the majestic divine energy can make Garcia cast spells unscrupulously. She raised her hand, and the elements gathered at her fingertips instantly, condensing into a rampant blade entity.

The moment Kalodan took a step, Bladestorm left the cage.

The blade storm flies in the huge space, and every time it collides with each other, it makes an extremely unpleasant sharp friction sound. The loose ground is turned upside down by the huge energy, and mixed with the solid blade to face the charge. Dark Orc.

Elemental bloom.

The stars are falling.

spark.

Hot!

When Carlodan stood in front of Garcia again, he was covered in blood.

However, there was no painful expression on this guy's face, and his movements were as fierce as before. Garcia was forced to fight him in close quarters again. She actually had a way to increase the distance and hit Kalodan with spells, but there were black orcs all around. A warring elf, she fears fratricide among her kind.

"Why..." Garcia was shocked by the changes in the orcs, and couldn't help but ask during the frequent parrying: "You told me that this is the body created by Monet. Why can such a body use the blood power of the ancient orcs?"

Carodan heard her words and didn't mind giving an explanation, but his words became almost growl because of the fierce offensive: "Because you don't understand, you don't understand where our power comes from, do you think it is blood? Big mistake Wrong!"

A powerful blow.

Garcia dodged instinctively, but the black orc's left arm, which had turned into a sharp claw, enveloped her and hindered her movement. She had to use dodge as a defense, and the giant blade slashed the queen's shining long sword, and the power tore apart again. her muscles.

But this was an opportunity. Garcia seized the gap between the opponent's close-up sword raising for the second time, resisted the pain of the torn arm and deflected the long sword, stabbing Kalodan's chest as quickly as lightning, shining the white flame on the long sword Burning blazingly, it only takes a second to burn the blood and internal organs.

"The fighting skills of the elves are really terrible." Kalodan said inexplicably.

The next moment, he grabbed the long sword with his left hand, held it, and locked it. The raging white flames almost burned through his palm, and a smell of meat paste filled the air, but the dark orc ignored it and said to Garcia, "I'm sorry Sorry" expression.

The Great Blade returns.

The scream of metal, the cry of flesh and blood, the whine of bones, the sharp blade tore apart the queen's armor, cut open the queen's waist, and cut off the queen's bones. The wound gushed and surged, under extremely high blood pressure, like a torrent breaking a bank.

The Elf Queen was chopped off and fell like a kite with broken strings. Her body blessed with divine energy couldn't stop the huge force. The last knife of the dark orc almost separated her from top to bottom.

"Your Majesty!" This scene caused many elves to scream,

Garcia, as light as a leaf, floated to the distance and fell to the sky. The soil under her body was soon soaked in blood, and her breath gradually weakened. Her slender white hair spread out like a flower in a pool of blood. .

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