my practice game

Chapter 103 Slayer

"Your Highness, isn't 30 gray-horned horns too many?" The deacon hesitated for a moment, but was about to try to persuade him cryptically.

Although there is a spiritual master watching over him during the actual battle to prevent accidents, but he is not afraid of [-], just in case, if Lin Ze has any troubles, then he will be in big trouble.

"Let's arrange it like this, I have a sense of proportion." Lin Ze said firmly.

If there is really an achievement in killing the Horn Race, it is likely to be based on the number, just like the two achievement series of 'Society Destroyer' and 'Insect Hunter', so the Horn Race as the opponent will naturally be more successful. The more the better.

Seeing Lin Ze's determined expression, the deacon had no choice but to sigh secretly, then turned around and sent someone to make arrangements.

The entire arena was designed like a ring, divided into four areas, separated from each other by barriers, which can not only offset the aftermath of the battle, play a protective role, but also prevent the Horn Race from fleeing.

Lin Ze chose a nearby arena. Not long after he stood on it, there was a muffled bang from the front. Looking up, the iron gate on the opposite side of the arena slowly rose, and huge figures stepped out of it.

Those figures are all more than two meters tall, like little giants, with muscles built like a rock, arms as thick as ordinary human thighs, light gray skin all over, hideous faces, and a root about twenty Centimeter-long gray pointed horns.

It is the Gray Horn Horn Clan!

These Horn warriors walked out from behind the iron gate without saying a word, came to the ring and stood still, a little unusually quiet, but if you look closely at their eyes, you can see the deep hatred and anger hidden inside.

Thirty pairs of eyes full of cold murderous intent fell on Lin Ze, and the air around him seemed to freeze for a while.

Outside the barrier of the arena, the deacon glanced at the horn warriors overflowing with murderous intent, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and told the spiritualists beside him: "Watch closely, if your highness's life is in danger , Shoot immediately!"

"Yes!" The spiritualists nodded solemnly, and looked towards the center of the ring as if facing a formidable enemy.

As the iron gate slowly closed behind them, the Horn warriors on the field began to move, staring at Lin Ze coldly, their expressions becoming more ferocious.

In sharp contrast to this, is Lin Ze's calm and indifferent look.

His eyes slowly passed over the horn tribe warriors, looking at the group of 'monsters' in the royal court world, and secretly evaluated them in his heart.

"The physique is indeed very strong. With this physique alone, it is enough to be a cadre of a third-rate club in the world of the strong."

The stalemate between the two sides did not last long, and soon, the Horn warriors lost their patience, leaned their heads forward and let out a loud roar, then took heavy steps and rushed towards Lin Ze like a charging chariot.

The formation seemed extremely chaotic, but Lin Ze keenly noticed that the horn tribe fighters kept a certain distance from each other and did not huddle together, and some people rushed to the sides, circled around and rushed behind him, But it was intended to seal off his escape route.

"Sure enough, as the information says, the Horn Clan looks reckless and rough, but they are also cunning and have a certain degree of discipline."

While his thoughts were spinning, a halo appeared on Lin Ze's body surface, which had already condensed into a thick and powerful silver armor, reflecting a cold and bright metallic luster under the sunlight.

The deacon outside the arena saw this scene, and immediately called out: "Soldier Armor Spirit Art!"

No way!
Isn’t it less than a month since His Highness Lin Ze started practicing spiritual arts?Actually mastered the Bingjia spirit technique?

The deacon wondered if he had misread it. However, the armor on Lin Ze's body was almost solid, with a thick and solid texture coming out of his body. There is no doubt that it was the spirit of armor, and from the perspective of spiritual power, the defense was estimated to be higher than usual. The armor condensed by the students is even stronger.

"This level of talent is terrifying!" He was amazed and envious at the same time.

Thinking back to when he was practicing Bingjia Lingshu, it took nearly four months to master it successfully.

Just when the deacon was shocked, the battle in the arena broke out fiercely. A horn tribe warrior who rushed to the front came to Lin Ze first, his big fist wrapped in a powerful roar, and blatantly hit the latter's armor.

Bang!
A muffled sound exploded, and the attacking Horn tribe warrior's expression froze, staring blankly at the unscathed armor in front of him, feeling a little dazed for a while.

In the next second, a icy knife light flashed across his neck like lightning, and a huge head soared into the sky.

Looking around, Lin Ze did not know when there was a snow-white and silver long knife in his hand.

The cold light of the blade flickered, showing a daunting edge. If you observe carefully, you can even find that the vision on the surface of the blade seems to be slightly distorted.

Before the flying head fell down, the long knife in Lin Ze's hand turned into an aurora, flying and flashing like a dragon in the crowd, and blood sprayed everywhere it passed. One after the other fell like straw.

The tough skin that the Horn warriors are proud of is not much different from thin paper in front of the invincible sword.

On the other hand, when their fists landed on Lin Ze's armor, they couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple, which seemed weak.

The deacon and several spiritualists not far away were stunned, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

After a while, several second-level spiritualists suddenly turned their heads to look at the deacon, staring straight at him, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Are you sure you need us to protect His Highness?How do you think he is stronger than us?
The deacon's lips twitched a few times, but he couldn't speak.

He didn't expect Lin Ze to be so powerful. It doesn't matter if he has mastered the armor spirit technique. The long knife exuding spiritual power in his hand doesn't know what kind of weapon it is. Killing the horned tribe is like cutting vegetables and watermelons Yes, it's really scary.

"Could it be some kind of unpopular offensive spirit technique?" He couldn't help but wondered.

On the other side, it was almost a face-to-face meeting, and seven or eight horn tribe fighters were killed by Lin Ze's knife. The latter silently counted the number of enemies killed while fighting.

After counting to ten, a message suddenly popped up in the upper right corner of the field of vision:
[Congratulations to the player 'Crow' for achieving the achievement 'Horn Race Slayer I' and earning 5 points]

"Sure enough, there is an achievement!"

Looking past the translucent text, Lin Ze's eyes flashed joy.

Just as he expected, killing the Horn Clan is indeed an achievement, and it is an achievement series. In this way, there is finally a way to obtain points in the royal court world.

Rejoicing in his heart, Lin Ze didn't slow down his movements, and the knife light swept across the room, constantly harvesting the lives of the remaining Horn Clan.

In less than half a minute, apart from him, there was no one standing on the ring, and all 30 Horn tribe warriors turned into corpses and lay down on the ground.

There was a dead silence on the field, only the sound of blood dripping from the soul knife to the ground remained.

Looking around, Lin Ze turned his head to look at the deacon not far away, and broke the silence with a voice: "Go on, how many gray-horned horns are there?"

The deacon was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "There are 83 more."

"Let's go together then."

".Yes!" The deacon was confused. He really couldn't understand why Lin Ze still chose the gray-horned horn tribe as his opponent. With the strength he showed just now, wouldn't it be more appropriate to use the horned tribe with silver stripes and black horns as his opponent? ?

Confused, the deacon didn't dare to disobey Lin Ze's request, and asked his subordinates to release the remaining gray horned tribe in the arena at once.

Unsurprisingly, under the circumstance of being unable to break through the defense of the armor, the Horn warriors were no match for Lin Ze at all, and the entire army was wiped out soon, and Lin Ze also successfully received the achievement completion reminder of "Jorgon Slayer II" , awarded 10 points.

"The condition of Horn Slayer II is to kill 100 Horn Clans, so the third achievement should be to kill 1000 Horn Clans."

Overjoyed, Lin Ze looked at the deacon, who was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the Gray Horn Clan is really gone, you have killed them all, if you still want it, you can only wait a few days When the Horn Extinguisher Army returns, we can replenish them by buying captives from them!"

"The horned tribe with black stripes and gray horns."

The deacon smiled bitterly and said, "There are more than a dozen black-striped and gray-horned ones, but Your Highness, if you kill them all, then in the next few days, other students will not have to apply for actual combat."

Hearing that there were only a dozen or so Horn Clans with black stripes and gray horns, Lin Ze immediately lost interest, thought for a while and said, "Since that's the case, you can add more Horn Clans with Gray Horns later, and I'll come to practice combat when I have time. "

The deacon really couldn't understand the meaning of training the slaughter of the Gray Horn Clan, but he still nodded respectfully after hearing the words: "Yes, Your Highness!"

Leaving the arena and walking to the training hall, Lin Ze couldn't help thinking secretly.

"It has been determined that killing the Horn Clan can achieve the achievement, and the next step is to find a way to join the army."

It stands to reason that as a member of his royal family, it should not be difficult to join any army, and it is not impossible to even get a higher officer position, but Lin Ze feels that things may not be that simple.

After observing these days, he faintly realized that his current situation might be a bit awkward, and the specific reason has already been revealed, but he still needs to ask someone to confirm.

The best candidate is naturally his cheap little aunt Shu Song.

"But there is no rush, the most important thing now is to improve your strength first!"

The Red Lotus Armor has been successfully developed, and the next step is to further consolidate it, and then wait for three days to complete the Ten Thousand Blades Spiritual Art before proceeding to improve the Rising Sun.

As long as the red lotus soldier armor and the rising sun are truly completed, he can be regarded as having the power to protect himself in the royal court world.

Although Lin Ze's current strength is comparable to that of a fourth-level spiritualist, he cannot find a single opponent among all the students, but other than that, there are many more powerful characters in the royal court world than him.

The hundreds of teachers at the Spiritual Arts Zhenyang Academy alone are an extremely large force, and the lowest level of them is the fourth level, and there are even many great spiritual masters of the fifth level, or even the sixth level.

Not to mention the nobles, the army, and the many spiritual masters in the palace.

Lin Ze is still in a state of half-knowledge about the royal court world, but just the tip of the iceberg revealed is enough to shock him.

The overall strength of Royal Court World is undoubtedly much stronger than the previous two games.

(End of this chapter)