The white flame is waving and writhing on the earth. A pair of silver pupils in the rolling bright flame are so dazzling that people can''t look directly at them.
The snow leopard''s random blade was directly shot away. If Mira didn''t keep her hand, I''m afraid it would have been cut in half. However, in order to convince the opponent of defeat, several light guns emerged on Mila''s side, shot out, and directly penetrated the opponent''s limbs, making him lose his fighting ability.
"Clancia, mirasheng!"
In the dazzling light of the fire, the referee announced loudly, and Mira''s impressive power just now also convinced these orcs and gave them a look of admiration.
Orcs are like this. They worship and follow the strong. The strong don''t need to reason. They can act at will and won''t be criticized by others.
At this point in the game, both sides have won three games. If we draw for the time being, everything depends on the final match.
"Leighton, the lion mane, the Saber Toothed lion, against clancia, Niya."
After the referee read it out, the two players walked into the final arena, which attracted countless people''s shouts and cheers, because this time, as before, they were still two orcs.
"I didn''t expect that Miss Niya had joined clancia."
Leighton put the huge sword on his side and looked at the little girl in the light of the fire. The two sides are old acquaintances. A few years ago, Loran hill was walking with Niya on the grassland, and the lion mane clan also gave a lot of food to the sheep horn clan in return for the Warcraft materials given by Loran hill.
"Yes, brother Leighton. Ever since Her Highness Elaine performed miracles that year, I''ve brought the croissants to join clancia. "
"The number of our Yangjiao people is too small, their strength is not strong, and their own character is not suitable to continue to live in the fierce fighting grassland."
"Well, you and I have received the favor and guidance of your highness. Let''s see which side is better this time."
Leighton pulled out a huge sword with fine teeth from the ground. This sword was made by Lorraine hill with the tusks of the crimson Magic pig. It was the same as the tusk scythe. Its quality was perfect gold.
As Leighton grasped the sword, he opened his eyes abruptly and gave a loud drink. It was like the sound of thunder forming a colorless ripple in the air.
Layers of grass and soil were raised, and the audience hundreds of meters away from the challenge arena also felt a burst of violent tinnitus, and then fell down with bleeding and deafness.
The venue seems to have been ploughed again, forming an inverted V shape. Niya stands in the venue, half kneeling on the ground, with her staff inserted into the ground, leaving several meters of ravines and scratches on the ground.
After the sound wave, she stood up clutching her staff and gritting her teeth, shaking off the dust on her body. The scarlet flame spread from her body, and the magic of the flame cheered in the air and surrounded her side.
"I think orcs have their past glory and strength, but they can''t just immerse themselves in these traditions."
Niya looked at each other, huge fireballs slowly formed, pulling each other, making the surrounding air continue to twist, and the ground in the venue was also emitting bursts of smoke, and the traces of burning black continued to spread.
"I hope that the weak orcs can have the hope and possibility to live, not just as the vassal and food of the powerful race."
"The flame of civilization lies not only in its heat and strength, but also in its understanding and warmth."
"This is my choice, and my faith."
Niya waved the staff in her hand. The fireballs fluttering on her side suddenly expanded and enlarged, and the dark red giant stars with a diameter of more than 30 meters were shining in the sky, thus lighting up the whole night sky.
And in this huge burning fireball, the girl with curved horns is so small and slender.
She raised her white wrist, aimed at the strong opponent in the field of vision, and slowly pressed down her palm. Giant fireballs scurried through the flame path in the air and hit the earth like comets.
Leighton, holding a huge sword in his hand, ran wildly on the earth. He stepped on the grass with one foot and jumped up again. The strong wind brought up directly tore the grass at his feet. The huge sword cleaved by the wind directly cut away the fireball like the red sun.
His lungs were burning, and his eyebrows and hair were glowing in the battle, turning black and gray. But the genius of the lion mane clan didn''t just retreat and let go.
Although her opponent has her ideas and ideas, Leighton also has reasons not to retreat. He carries the hope and obsession of nearly a million orcs present.
So you bend your knees and give up the insistence and stubborn resistance of thousands of years? never!
Even if they merge with other countries, orcs have their own pride and glory. They want to express their dignity with fangs and blood.
We can not be willing to fail, but we must not give up.
The boiling blood in my body, I call your name——
Its name is glory!
The soaring sword light flashed from the night sky. The powerful sword light of hundreds of meters directly split the crimson giant balls, and the scattered flames fell from the sky, just like a rain of flames.
With heavy steps, Leighton walked towards the opposite side step by step with his huge sword. There were bursts of white smoke on the ground and his body under his feet. The hot air was so thick that it was difficult for him to open his eyes. However, he could still feel that the petite figure was in front of him and did not move.
Niya looks at the shaking and twisted figure in the field of vision, breathes deeply, and then holds the maple staff in her hand. She spins it gently like a dance. The staff in her hand cuts across the atmosphere, and a thread of flame emerges around her.
The light voice sings the ancient ballad, and the ancient flame sacrifice slowly floats with the notes.
"I hear a signal from the fire"
"At this moment, I am like a torch swaying in the wind."
"Anger devours the self"
"Wandering in endless loneliness"
"I should get up here."
"Or stop in the past?"
"Everything has burned out"
"Turn to ashes"
"Return to the earth"
"If the hit is doomed"
"The misty fire of hope"
"Can you get me back on track?"
Strands of flame threads appear and wind around the staff, and then gather into a fiery ribbon, which rotates gently with the girl''s dance.
When Leighton launched the final charge, these red ribbons also slowly flew out, fluttering in the wind, just like the lightest things in the world.
At last, the sword and the red ribbon touch each other.
It''s as if the ice is melting away and the ribbon is flying gently. Then the hot flame which is suppressed to the extreme will "cut" the sword, or it''s more appropriate to use melting to break it.
Everything that comes into contact with this red ribbon turns into a wisp of smoke, sublimates directly and dissipates in the air.
The ribbon cut the sword into several pieces and scattered from the air. Leighton, who couldn''t dodge, was gently passed through the ribbon as if he were brushing his body like a veil. He fell to the ground. His arm, leg and foot had left his original body and scattered all over the ground.
See Leiden fell, Niya closed her eyes, slowly put down the raised arm, and those flame ribbon also slowly dissipated in the air.
Sorry, brother Leighton, she recited in her heart. After this extraordinary skill was displayed, even she had a great difficulty in controlling it. She didn''t kill Leighton on the spot, which was the result of her best control.
The scorching heat wave and smoke dissipated, and only the petite girl stood still.
"Clancia, flame priest, niyasheng!"
The most grand flame conference in the past thousand years has come to an end.