Chapter 232

Craftsman Council hall.

The orc sword saint "ish" is still frozen. I don't know when he closed his eyes.

The moment Shiva's incarnation died, the cold ice began to melt, but the melting speed was very slow.

Ish doesn't know what will be waiting for him. In short, he will never yield to anyone, even if the other party is not human, but God.

A once mighty Oriental God.

His strong physique enables him to maintain the vitality of life in extreme cold, but no one knows how long it can last.

So he's building strength.

Finally, he waited for this moment.

With the decrease of temperature, the hardness of the ice is also decreasing, and his accumulated strength is finally enough.

So, break out!

Ish suddenly opened his eyes, which were blood red.

Violent posture!

Boom!

The muscles suddenly became extremely strong and expanded, and forcibly opened the ice.

Ish fell to his knees with a bang and gasped.

After all, he still spent a lot of strength, and the extreme cold also made him weak. Now he is far less than the peak state, far worse.

A minute later, ish stood up with his axe and walked towards the gate.

said of an aged person.

When the dwarfs left, they closed the door and now reopen it.

Ish didn't know what was waiting for him outside.

The task is doomed to failure, but he must determine the life and death of his companions, even if he doesn't like any of them.

Orcs will not leave their partners, never!

The door opened slowly, ish's eyes shrunk slightly, held the right hand of the Tomahawk tightly, his muscles tightened instantly, and the earthworm like blood vessels appeared, which looked so terrible.

What was more terrible was the scene he saw.

Three people, standing outside the door, seemed to have been waiting for him.

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"Narcissa, imocles, mund, Adele... They're all dead?"

Ish stared at Gawain with Eagle like eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, but there was no anger or sadness. It seemed that he just wanted to confirm.

"Dead." Gawain nodded.

The names said by the orc sword saint are about the names of the high-level female mages.

"Then I should die, too."

Ish stopped looking at Gawain, but looked at Lancelot: "you're strong... People like you shouldn't be unknown. I'm ISH, the orc sword saint, from the crazy war clan, and now I'm a follower of the ice wizard. What about you? Tell me your name."

Crazy war clan?

Lancelot thought of an orc swordsman he had killed, nodded and said, "it's a great clan. There was a legendary swordsman. I'm Lancelot pandragon, and now I'm a follower of Gawain. Gawain... Is the five princes of the Thousand Island principality."

He glanced at Gawain.

"It's you, the first knight of the Thousand Island principality and the flower of knights. It turns out that the death threat I've always perceived is not the incarnation of Shiva, the ice God, nor this mechanical fan city, but you. Lancelot, it's my greatest honor to die under your sword. In the name of the orc sword saint 'ish', I ask for 'mak'gora'!"

Ish raised his Tomahawk and slapped him on his left chest with unprecedented dignity and desire: "I know that human beings have the same tradition, called..."

"Glory duel!"

Lancelot lifted the epee and made a standard Knight salute: "then, as you wish!"

Gawain retreated a few steps. Milhouse waved his staff and made a magic barrier to isolate the inside and outside to ensure Gawain's safety.

A duel broke out in the craftsman Council hall.

be well-matched in strength.

They are all soldiers close to the legendary level. After all, both swordsmen and swordsmen are branches of the warrior profession.

They have all been brilliant. Now one has lost his original weapons and armor and has been invaded by evil energy. The other is extremely weak and his strength has also decreased greatly.

Fair to everyone.

Maybe Lancelot was more miserable, but in this cold environment, he was more adaptable, because the white dragon blood in his body was activated again, and his physique and strength were restored, so he could better adapt to the cold.

What's more

Lancelot, Ben is better than ISH.

Gawain could not judge the duel because he was not a soldier and did not understand.

So he can only see the results.

Within a minute, the battle was over. Lancelot's Sword Pierced ish's left chest and then his heart.

However, Lancelot's left upper arm also left a deep scar. If Lancelot didn't hide quickly, the scar would appear in his heart and even cut his heart directly.

Open wound, bleeding.

Experts fight for the front line.

The injury was heavy, but Lancelot won.

Because ish has fallen, in a pool of blood.

"A respectable Orc swordsman naturally deserves due treatment."

Gawain handed Lancelot a bottle of "vitality potion" and a bandage, then looked at the orc sword saint and raised his left hand: "dust to dust, earth to earth. Bathe in the glory of Azeroth, you will go to the kingdom of Azeroth gods, and you will start a new journey... Sacrifice!"

In the blue light, ish's body disappeared.

Turn into a blue card and appear in Gawain's hand.

"Sure enough... It's it." Gawain nodded, very satisfied.

"Wounded swordsman (Level 3 rare card)"

"Attack index: 4"

"Defense index: 7"

"Special effect: Battle Roar (causes level 4 damage to yourself)"

"Introduction: I was the strongest sword saint of the fire blade clan until I was hit by an axe in my old waist..."

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Level 3 follower has the attribute of level 5 follower.

Level 3 followers with higher attributes than him are not absent, but there are few.

Although there are negative effects, what does it matter?

Can be cured.

Gawain thought for a moment. He still consumed 400 faith points, turned this card into a gold card, and then summoned.

With a bright blue light, a burly green Orc appeared in front of Gawain.

He was naked on his upper body, with only a pinch of hair on his head. He braided it into a towering braid. He looked very stylish.

In fact, he is very old. Because his hair and beard are white, he looks like he is in his sixties and seventies.

Orcs are generally half taller than humans. The orc swordsman's physique is similar to Lancelot's. He is full of tendons and muscles. He is big and strong. If he can go to the earth, he will have no problem being a bodybuilder. It is estimated that even if he goes to the most formal and authoritative competition, he will have no problem winning the championship as long as there is no dark curtain.

Suddenly, a fully armed dwarf shadow appeared, holding a battle axe, and his left hand crossed the orc's abdomen, leaving a deep wound.

The virtual shadow disappeared quickly.

Poop!

The orc swordsman knelt on one knee. His defense index instantly decreased from 7 points to 3 points. It seems that he is seriously injured.

Gao Wen noticed that the wound kept bleeding. The orc swordsman in this state really had no defense ability.

The sword saint is also tough, and he doesn't say a word, just like Guan Gong who cures his wounds.

Gao Wen raised his hand, a holy light fell on the orc sword saint, and the wound healed slowly.

"Heal yourself."

Gawain threw him another bottle of "vitality potion" and asked, "what's your name?"

"Samuro."

The sword Saint raised his hand to catch the vitality potion and fell on the wound on his waist. His voice was thick and low: "samuro blade of fire."