She Is Not a Witch

　　咚咚咚——

　　 While the big drum was beating, it made a loud noise. The drum beats and rhythm seemed to be in sync with the heart, making blood flow faster and boiling.

　　 "The first game, the giant elephant clan, the ‘mountain without front’, against Crancia, the ‘sword of bee sting’ Rhodes."

A contestant walked out on each side of the ring. One of them was about 4 meters tall. His sturdy legs walked across the ground, like a road roller, which caused a slight vibration. He held a sledgehammer in both hands, the hammer head was square gray. Steel is extremely heavy, and it can hurt your muscles and bones if you hit it.

　　 And the other player is much shorter, he is less than 1.6 meters tall, holding a crimson thorn sword in his hand, wearing a light hunting suit, and jumping into the venue with ease.

"Game start!"

　　 After the referee finished the reading, the orcs around the venue shouted together. They lifted their feet and trampled on the ground, as if there was a certain rhythm, which shocked people's hearts.

　　 "Hey, it's not fair." Rhodes held the sword in front of him, complaining slightly in his mouth.

He is not the kind of timid person who will be frightened by this kind of battle, but not all the contestants in Crancia are as courageous as him. If you don’t complain, then these orcs are afraid that they will become more daring. Coming louder and louder will cause tremendous psychological pressure and affect your own level of performance.

　　 "Are the Crancias so timid? Drink, take my blow!"

　　 After he finished speaking, the sledgehammer in his hand was raised high, and then he swung it down, hitting the ground directly.

　　 The dust rose suddenly, and the people around felt their feet numb, and they staggered down, but even so, their enthusiasm increased even more, and they shouted "Victory! Victory!"

　　 The ground in the center of the venue shook more violently. A series of sharp rock thorns pierced from the ground and pierced the sky, forming a rock thorn forest with a diameter of more than 50 meters.

　　 Heavy Furnace's eyes swept across, although his speed of swinging the giant hammer was not slow, but the opponent was a more agile opponent, not directly pierced by the rock thorn in an instant, but disappeared from his vision.

　　 Suddenly, a little red glow appeared in the sky, and then fell rapidly.

　　子——

　　 The stabbing sword drew a deep gully and sparks on the heavy gray armor, but still did not pierce the heavy armor. The opponent on the opposite side may not be agile, but in terms of defense and strength, he has a special talent bonus.

　　 Rhodes frowned, jumped open again, and landed on the high rock spikes, stepping on the tip of the toes, like a light swallow.

　　 At the same time, the heavy furnace once again swung the sledgehammer to smash the thorns, and charged forward, approaching the thin figure.

　　...

　　 The battle was fierce. After several confrontations and fights, the final winner was finally decided in the arena.

　　 Rhodes stood up from the body of the heavy furnace with a bloodstained face, spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood, then shook the blood from the stabbing sword, and declared his victory.

　　 "Crancia, Rhodes wins."

　　 The referee on the side announced loudly, after which both parties were carried away by the long-awaited medical staff for treatment.

　　 After the first war, the subsequent duels also began with this.

　　 The White Bear tribe, ‘Ice Torn’, strangling, against Crancia, Calvin’s ‘Red Spear’, strangling the can’t win.

　　Linglu clan, "Arrow of Piercing", Tssi, against Crancia, "Song of the Iron Wind" Frederick, Tssi wins.

　　 Rhinoceros Horns, Baker ‘Graystone Shield’, against Crancia, Brende, the ‘Purple Warlord’, Brende wins.

　　 Gray wolf clan,'Shadow of Black Snow' Chiron, against Crancia,'Flying Leaf Golden Flower' Celia, Chiron wins.

　　...

　　The game went on for five games. At present, the Orcs have 3 wins and Crancia has 2 wins, which is slightly disadvantaged. The referee once again walked to the front desk to announce the start of the next duel.

　　 "Snow Leopards,'Flowing Firefly Flash' Chaos Blade, against Crancia,'Silver Eyed Moon Rabbit' Mira!"

　　 As the voice fell, a girl with rabbit ears easily jumped into the ring. She was wearing a light black coat and a red plaid skirt, her long pink hair tied behind her, gently floating in the night breeze.

　　 "Finally it's my turn." Mila cheered softly in the night breeze, and the cross-wheel gun in her hand gradually spread a layer of complex silver lines.

"I didn't expect it to be a bunny-eared orc." The orcs next to them talked, and they did not expect that an orc would be sent on the side of Crancia. At this time everyone remembered that Crancia had been from the beginning It is not a purely human kingdom. There are a few small orc tribes, such as the fox ear tribe, and the rabbit ear tribe is one of them.

　　 At this moment, everyone did not entangle the identity of the opponent too much, because the battle had already begun.

　　The Warriors of the Snow Leopard tribe, holding double knives in their hands, galloped through the venue under the curtain of the night.

　　 "It seems to be a speed-type opponent." Mira whispered, and then stepped forward, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The wheel gun in her hand was waving in the night like a flowing star.

　　 The two sides started a rushing confrontation in the center of the venue. Amid the continuous sound of weapon collisions, little sparks splashed around. In just a few seconds, both sides began to be injured.

　　 The blood swayed from the wounds, large and small, and gradually expanded as the body exercised vigorously.

　　 After a heavy blow, the two sides pushed away and stood opposite each other, gasping for breath.

　　 A long cut was cut between the neck and shoulder blades of Chaotic Blade, blood-red muscles poured out from it, and Mila was cut with a gap on the waist.

　　 The young man of the Snow Leopard tribe with tiger-toothed war patterns stared at the opponent, watching its movements, moving his feet slightly, ready for the next attack at any time.

　　 Both of them are Rank 6 ranks, but Mila doesn't fight with others much. As an orc, Chaosblade has a richer experience in fighting with others. Under the change of injury, Mila suffers even more wounds.

　　 Suddenly, the pupils of this Snow Leopard youth shrank slightly.

　　 Mila held the cross spear in one hand, and pressed the other hand on her wound. With the slight white light particles flying, the wound on her waist gradually healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

"Ah, I'm sorry, after all, my chief role is still a treatment." Mirabi made a gesture, then raised the gun and rushed to the opposite side again, with the sound of howling wind, and as a silver light wheel flashed, he swept away the opponent directly. .

　　 Chaotic Blade rolled on the ground for a few laps before he could stand up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But there was another huge wound on his body.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Chaobian spit out a mouthful of blood, and he suddenly felt a great deal of pressure when he looked at the almost cheating healing power on the other side.

　　 It seemed that he could only use that trick. He thought to himself in his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red, his body was slightly red, and a slight heat came out of the surface of his skin.

　　 "Secret of Burning Blood"

　　 This is a life-threatening technique that is not used in ordinary battles. Vigorously invigorating blood, means faster speed and strength, and also means huge loss and destruction to oneself.

　　 In the previous duel, several orcs used similar secret techniques, otherwise it would be difficult to defeat the opponent on the side of Crancia. But this time, Chaos Blade also continued the previous style without surprise.

　　 "In this case, I have to take it seriously."

Mila stood in the night breeze, her silver eyes suddenly stared, as if there were runes flowing in them, like two silver stars in the dark night, every wisp of wind, every dust, every trace of magic was in front of her eyes. Feedback from the pupils of the eyes, the tangible and intangible things hundreds of meters in the vicinity are like silver mirrors, and they are visible.

　　 The pure white flame rose by itself, spreading to the cross-wheel gun in his hand, and its momentum also climbed steadily, making the oncoming opponent running like a raging fire, feeling a suffocation.

　　 The second round of battle also started again.

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