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blood! The dark red'color' blood spilled over the entire duel field!

Dozens of corpses of dark'jing' spirits fell to the ground in various directions, either lacking arms or'legs', or the heads on their necks were missing. They were all the guys who initiated the challenge at the end, but without exception were mutilated alive by the two deadly long knives.

Yes, it is dismemberment. In order to show his crazy fighting will and bloodthirsty ('desire') desire, Henry adopted a shocking technique, which is to pick the opponent's tendons in battle, and then cut them into a stick, press Suffocated alive in the blood, and finally cut off his head and kicked it aside.

This kind of cruel killing technique even the dark ‘jing’ spirit, which has always been very evil, feels ‘hairy’ creepy, but he also paid the price for it.

After all, these challengers are not only warriors, but also priests, wizards, thieves, warlocks, etc., especially those annoying spellcasters, which are very difficult to deal with when they cannot use spells, and sometimes they even have to resist. , So there have been several scary-looking wounds on his body, and a piece of skin on his neck has even been roasted.

Of course, the results achieved are quite brilliant. A total of fifteen soldiers, six thieves, four priests, and three mages fell completely on the duel field. Their bodies have been completely destroyed, and they have lost the possibility of being resurrected.

Now every dark ‘jing’ spirit is looking at Henry, who is standing on the duel and laughing wildly, with awe, and no one dares to end. They were completely intimidated by this enthusiasm for fighting. Although the victor was now scarred and looked like he might fall at any time, no one dared to try it easily.

If you change to someone else, I am afraid that countless challengers will emerge immediately to seize this glory. But Henry is different, because he has killed five people in a row in this state, including a powerful priest.

The **** reality made the dark'jing' spirits present fearful, and they couldn't raise the consciousness of resistance at all. Although Henry had been ridiculing everyone loudly, and sometimes even raised a knife to provoke one by one, no one responded for a long time. The rage he showed in the battle was too terrifying and gave people an unmatched feeling.

At this moment, the entire tavern was deadly quiet, except for the occasional slight movement of someone swallowing saliva, only the heavy gasp was left.

Henry had never understood why the caster always got people's fear, and warriors, rangers, paladins, monks, and even thieves could gain people's respect and love. After this battle today, I finally got the answer.

It's a sense of reality. The bloody, ‘flesh’ blows of swords and swords of melee professions can be understood at a glance. For ordinary people, this is the way they can understand the fighting, which is more intuitive, more violent, and also easier to make people excited.

As for spellcasters, especially mages, because the methods are so weird, many ordinary people don't know what's going on, so there is no respect for them. After all, the people who can possess supernatural powers are only a very small part, especially in human society, this is even more obvious.

After the continuous fierce battles, he now feels unprecedented fatigue. Every inch of his muscles is loudly protesting, and his nerve endings are sending signals to the brain that he needs rest and treatment over and over again. But the ‘Jing’ **** was still excited, especially at the moment when he finally killed the priest, he vaguely found a little of his own style.

It seems that those famous fighters are right, they must fight non-stop if they want to break through their limits! fighting! fighting! Wandering between half-dead and not alive, passing by death, let the wounds tell you how to dodge, and let the enemy's corpse teach you how to attack.

From the career of Juggernaut to the present, to be precise, it was the fierce battle just now. Henry thoroughly instilled the system into the brain's fighting skills. Although it was still far from the level of muscle memory, he was definitely worthy of it. A nineteenth-level fighter.

His brain is blank now, he completely forgot that he knows magic, divine arts, and he wears many magical items on his body. He devoted himself to this game of life and death. It is precisely because of this that he makes all the dark'spirit' We felt shocked from the heart.

This is the power of the sword. Although it is not as brilliant and changeable as magic, and it is not like the magical arts that can heal wounds and bless various states, it is real, intuitive and clear, and the judgment is fleeting.

Sandel, who is in charge of the duel arena, boldly shouted down: "Nimes, you are such an awesome warrior, no one dares to challenge now. I declare that you are the only winner today! Of the duel! king!"

"Haha, the king of duels? That doesn't make any sense to me. What I want is a good opponent, just like the'female' priest who rushed in and wanted to strangle me. How about this, you come down and fight with me How about a game?" Henry said with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes and raised his head to stare at the host on the steps.

His gaze looked like a hungry beast, looking for a prey target, and if he found it, he would swallow it mercilessly.

"No! No! No! I am definitely not your opponent. If so many'sexual' lives have not satisfied your bloodthirsty ('desire') desires, then I suggest going to the other side of the Colosseum to try , The monsters there should be able to alleviate a little bit." Sandel waved his hand desperately and quickly changed the subject. He didn't want to walk into the duel with such a terrifying soldier, that suicide made no difference.

Henry looked up and down the person in charge, chuckled lightly, wiped the blood stains off the two long knives, and slowly inside the sheath. He rubbed the plasma from the sole of his boots on a corpse and stepped out of the duel.

Manic, bloodthirsty, cold, love to fight, and defiant, it can be said that Henry has completed the shaping of the role of Nim when he first came to Ust Nassau. If he was on earth, he would definitely be able to take it. The Oscar statuette.

Now no one would associate him with a legendary mage, and even if Joan Irenicus and Chasma came in person, it would be absolutely impossible to see any flaws. It's just like the saying that life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, as long as the acting is in place, there is no goal that can't be deceived.

Seeing the victor coming out of the duel, the onlookers lowered their heads and bowed slightly to express their respect. You should know that this is not an ordinary duel, but a person challenged a group of people and slaughtered the opponent in an unusually violent posture.

Judging from the general moral concepts on the surface, this is an out-and-out brutality, but in the eyes of the dark ‘jing’, this is a hero, an object worthy of challenge and worship.

Carrig’s mood at the moment was quite complicated. On the one hand, he lamented that the king on the surface was really vigorous, and he had overturned so many dark spirits at once. On the other hand, he felt that his heart was about to be overwhelmed. If I do it the last time, I'm afraid I will get sick immediately. Even if I don't die, I will lose my life by ten years.

But when Henry limped and walked over, he was still polite and owed a little: "Congratulations on your brilliant victory. I believe that within two days, the entire Uster Nazarene residents will talk about this. For a duel, nobles will come to solicit within a few days."

"Relax, you're so nervous. I've always done what I said, and those corpses on the ground are the best proof." Henry sat down on the chair and took a sip of the cup. Of kerg.

He was sore now, he didn't even want to move a finger. The continuous high-intensity battle consumes too much physical strength. If it weren't for some magical equipment to restore sex, such as the "Ring of Guss", it might not be able to persist at all.

"I never doubted your promise, even if it sounds so bizarre. But it's better not to happen again in the future, otherwise it is difficult for me to guarantee that I will not run away immediately because of fear." Carrige said. There was a bitter smile on his face, and he lifted his glass and drank it.

Henry smiled and nodded: "I can understand, please rest assured that similar situations won't happen again before you leave. Now go and book a few rooms, I have something for you. In addition, these wounds on my body It also takes time to recover."

"Hahahaha! These are all trivial things, as long as you don't do these crazy things, even if I take off my clothes and dance down there, it won't be a problem." Carrig said in a half-joking tone.

He has made up his mind now, and when he gets the money in a while, he hurries to the market to buy some goods, and he will leave early tomorrow morning.

Half an hour later, in the room behind the tavern, Henry paid five hundred pearls from the Murloc City in Sahua, which covered the ‘spending’ fee for weapons. You should know that although there are "stone pearls" and "cavern beads" in the dark regions, they are several times more expensive than gems due to their extremely scarce quantities.

The value of five hundred deep-sea pearls here is far more than fifty thousand gold coins. Carrigal’s mouth can’t be closed. Just changing hands of these things can make about double the profit, which is definitely enough to compensate for what you have just received. Frightened.

After the caravan leader was sent away, Henry checked every corner of the room and confirmed that there were no peepholes or magic magic arts, and then he carefully treated the more serious parts of the body with magic arts. The injury didn't dare to move at all.

He didn't want to be seen by someone with a heart because of such a small detail. After all, he was playing a fighter, so he couldn't heal the wound too quickly, and leaving a few scars would also help conceal his identity.

Finally, he lay on the ‘bed’ and carefully identified several magic weapons that he had bought at the weapon stall.

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Withering Poison Spear:

Made with a rotten heart, this spear has the breath of death. When held in your hand, it groans, as if it doesn't want to touch the living things. In battle, the Withered Poison Spear will leave highly poisonous on the enemy every time it hits.

Combat ability:

Each hit adds extra toxic'sex' damage

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Throwing dagger: "Firefang"

This throwing knife has a magical flame, and may be made of extracted teeth from a red dragon. According to legend, this dragon is still alive, and its anger provides energy for the magic in the weapon. Although it sounds like a fantasy, this story may not come from a ‘hole’; and it is said that this dagger can be returned to the thrower "like wings."

special power:

Fly back to the user

Since this dagger is very light~www.ltnovel.com~ it can swing faster than similar weapons

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‘Fuck’ the rod of soil:

It is closely related to the Earth Elemental Plane, and this cane may have been made by an ancient Druidic sect. It can summon an earth element and also has the potential to kill these creatures with one blow.

Combat ability:

If the earth element is hit, there is a certain chance of being destroyed instantly

special power:

Summon a medium-sized earth element for 30 seconds, 30 uses

Dispel petrification, use 30 times--58137+dsuaahhh+24716357-->