Chapter 1212

Fortunately, Locke did not know the inner thoughts of the orc bushcruf.

Let him go to Fenglan to practice hard for 50 years. It's enough to give Locke a headache. If it's 200 to 500 years, I'm afraid Locke will go crazy.

He is only over 180 years old this year.

Under Locke's deliberate manipulation, tornado storm has grown to the extreme. Being in the center of the storm and feeling the strong wind elements around, Locke suddenly has the illusion of being in the underground wind tunnel on the wind haze level.

In terms of wind strength, this tornado storm has the ability to threaten the lives of ordinary class III creatures.

Also at this time, the giant tornado storm was like a standing funnel. The sharpest and most powerful part of the wind element at the bottom of the funnel suddenly hit Prince Kahn, who had no dead corner like an iron hedgehog!

"Whether you can win depends on this move." In the center of the storm, the scarlet blood eyes under the bone armor looked coldly at Prince Kahn below.

Wearing a crown and thorns armor, holding a rolling thunder epee and in an iron blood frenzy, Strauss Kahn also knows that the next step is to decide who will win the competition.

"Roar!" After the heavy roar of the lion, Strauss Kahn held the rolling thunder Epee tighter.

With the blessing of iron and blood, countless bloody energies converged with Prince Kahn's right hand from all over his body.

To be exact, the Epee gathered to his right hand.

The bloody light of rolling thunder Epee is deeper.

In the face of Locke's last blow, the lion prince seems to be planning to hit a wave head-on with the power bonus brought by iron blood mania.

This is indeed in line with the temperament of the Rhine lion people.

After being blackened by Locke and pressed for a long time, Prince Strauss Kahn's had already held back his anger.

Although the most rational way is to temporarily avoid Locke's last blow to preserve strength.

In this way, Prince Kahn who survived this move will easily win the competition.

But how could the arrogant Royal lions choose this "coward" approach.

From the proud aspect of the enemy, it is the true nature of the orcs to defeat each other with pure strength.

"Blood blade cut!" The huge bloody blade was thrown out of Prince Kahn's rolling thunder epee.

This move also cost almost two-thirds of Strauss Kahn's remaining strength.

The collision between the storm and the blood blade once again devastated and baptized the school field of the forbidden guards.

The ground was lifted, and a huge stone mill with a diameter of five meters rolled into the sky under the traction of the storm.

The orc warriors watching near the school field have obviously retreated again and again, but they still have the illusion that they will be blown down by the powerful impact.

"The situation is a little out of control. It's no good! The forbidden guard is my cruff's territory anyway. I have to control it a little." The tiger warrior of the Tago nationality who had been standing in place murmured, as if the surrounding energy impact had not affected him.

A touch of blood energy is generated on kruff's body surface, which is a manifestation of the crazy cultivation of iron and blood to the extreme.

Cruff's bloody energy was quickly released, and a light energy shield was shrouded around the school field.

While kruff shot, there was also a man on the school field.

A touch of black dark element magic, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

......

The storm calmed down and the blood blade disappeared. At this time, the two level-3 creatures showed abnormal weakness and fatigue on the school field.

Prince Kahn looked miserable at this time. The crown and thorn armor he was wearing was completely scrapped. Needless to say, the wounds everywhere were also very eye-catching and terrible.

If such injuries are placed on magicians or Orc priests, immortality is definitely a serious injury.

But on Prince Kahn, a third-class Orc warrior, it was just a moderate injury.

These wounds look scary, but Strauss Kahn can recover in a week or two.

In contrast to Strauss Kahn, Locke, who is suddenly protected by a dark element shield, is much luckier.

At least he didn't have many obvious scars at this time.

After flashing for a few seconds, the dark element shield gradually turns into the power of a little element and disappears into invisibility.

Before it dissipates completely, the most striking part of this dark element shield is a huge dent in its center.

Obviously, the culprit causing such a dent is the blood blade released by Strauss Kahn.

But what makes all orcs unbelievable is how this only dark element shield blocked Prince Kahn's blood blade attack.

Although the power of Locke storm was weakened first, it could block Prince Kahn's blood blade. The strength of the dark element shield attracted the attention of all orcs.

In the corner of the forbidden guard school field, a magician wrapped in a black robe stood quietly.

Many orcs present were no strangers to the magician, because they had just cooperated with the magician to draw two tubes of their own blood in exchange for rich remuneration.

"I lost, Prince Kahn. You are indeed a strong opponent." Locke sighed and volunteered.

Without assar's sudden intervention, his ending would be much worse than that of the prince.

There was no fighting spirit on his body. In that crisis situation, Locke, who didn't even have time to take out the magic scroll, had to be hit by the blood blade.

Locke's defeat made Strauss Kahn roll his eyes. He thought it was just an ordinary competition. Even Prince Strauss Kahn himself didn't expect that it would develop into such a scene in the end.

Both sides have lifted their transformation. Locke has recovered to one meter eight physique, while Prince Kahn has recovered to three meters.

"Bring it!" After recovering to his true face, Prince Strauss Kahn first painfully picked his crown and thorns armor, and then stretched out his lion claw at Locke.

With a strong smile, Locke handed over the two three-level biological crystal nuclei promised to Prince Kahn.

Starting with two crystal nuclei, Prince Kahn's face looked better.

For this extra money, he was injured and his armor was destroyed. Prince Kahn really regretted agreeing to the competition of the human knight.

With a sense of weakness in his body, Locke walked to Ashar on the edge of the arena.

"Thank you, or I might have to lie down at the Shabak hotel for some time." Locke said to Ashar.

A sticky orange potion was thrown to Locke by assar. Locke was no stranger to this potion. It was the concentrated potion he hated when he was seriously injured in Fenglan.

The strange smell of concentrated medicine made Locke frown.

However, after taking it, the slight rise of warmth in the abdomen and the feeling of strength return still made Locke temporarily forget the unhappiness brought by the taste buds.

"Good battle, good potion. Are the two guests knights and magicians from the east coast of the wizard world?" At this time, the tiger man bushcruf of the tiger tribe came forward to greet him.