She Is Not a Witch Chapter 84: Crimson Elegy

　　The white flames waved, tumbling on the ground, and the pair of silver pupils in the billowing flames were so dazzling that they couldn't be looked at directly.

　　The chaotic blade of the Snow Leopard tribe was directly knocked into the air. If Mira hadn't left her hand, it would have been cut in half. But considering that he wanted to convince the opponent to lose, several light guns appeared on Mila's side and shot out, directly piercing the opponent's limbs, making him lose the ability to fight.

　　 "Crancia, Mira wins!"

　　In the dazzling fire, the referee announced loudly, and Mira just now made the orcs convinced by the intimidating power, and they looked with admiration.

　　 Orcs are like this. They worship and follow the strong. The strong do not need to speak any truth, and they can act at will without being beaked by others.

　　The game is here, both sides have won three wins, and for the time being a tie, it all depends on the final matchup.

　　"The Lion's Mane Clan,'Saber-toothed Lion' Leiden, played against Crancia and Niya."

　　 After the referee finished reading, the two players walked into the final arena, which attracted the shouts and cheers of countless people, because this time, the two orcs were still the same as before.

　　 "Unexpectedly, Miss Niya has joined Crancia."

　　Leiden put the fangs greatsword on his side, looking at the petite girl in the flames. The two sides are old acquaintances. A few years ago, Lorrainhill was walking with Niya on the grassland, and the Lionmane clan also donated a lot of food from the Claws in return for the Warcraft materials Lorrainhill gave.

　　 "Yes, Brother Leiden. Since the miracle of His Highness Alani that year, I have joined the Crancia with the shofar clan."

　　 "Our shofar people are too few in number, and their strength is not strong, and their own character is not suitable for continuing to live in the fierce fighting grassland."

　　"Is that right, you and I have been favored and instructed by that majesty, so this time let everyone see which one is better."

　　 Leiden pulled out the fangs giant sword from the ground, and there are fine serrations in it. This sword is made by Lorrainhill with the fangs of the crimson devil pig. It is the same as the fangs scythe. Perfect gold level.

　　As Leiden held the great sword together, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, sound waves like thunder forming colorless ripples in the air.

　　 Layers of grass clippings and dirt were lifted up, and the audience on the opposite side of the ring hundreds of meters away also felt a violent tinnitus, and then they bleed and fell deaf.

　　 The field in the venue seemed to have been plowed again, forming an inverted V shape. Niya stood in the field, half-kneeling on the ground, with the staff in her hand inserted into the ground, leaving a few meters of gully scratches on the ground.

After 　　 the sound wave passed, she stood up with her wand gritted her teeth, shaking off the dust from her body, a crimson flame spreading from her body, and the magic of the flame cheered in the air and circled along her side.

　　 "I think that the orcs certainly have the glory and strength of the past, but they cannot blindly immerse themselves in these traditions."

　　 Niya looked at each other, and huge fireballs slowly formed, pulling each other, causing the surrounding air to continue to be distorted, and bursts of blue smoke appeared on the ground in the venue, and the traces of scorched black continued to spread.

　　 "I hope that the weak orcs can also have the hope and possibility of survival, not just as a vassal and food for 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 belief."

　　 Niya waved the staff in her hand, and the fireballs floating beside her suddenly expanded and enlarged, and crimson giant stars with a diameter of more than 30 meters were shining in the sky, and the whole night sky was lit up.

　　 And under this huge burning giant fireball, the girl with curved horns is so small and slender.

　　 She raised her white wrist, aimed at the strong opponent in her field of vision, and slowly pressed her palm, one after another giant fireballs traversed the flow flame trajectory in the air, crashing into the earth like a comet.

　　 Leiden held a huge sword in his hand and ran wildly across the ground. He slammed one foot across the grass, then jumped high, and the strong wind brought him directly to the grass beside his feet. The huge sword that was slashed in the wind directly slashed the fireball like a red sun.

　　 The lungs are as uncomfortable as burning, and the eyebrows and hair also glow in the battle, turning into black ash, but the genius of the lionmane clan did not just retreat and let go.

　　The opponent certainly has her ideas and ideas, but Leiden also has a reason not to shrink. He is burdened with the hope and obsession of nearly a million orcs present.

　　 Just bend your knees, weakly give up the persistence and stubborn resistance for thousands of years? no way!

　　 Even if they merge with other countries, the orcs have their own pride and glory. They have to express their dignity with fangs and blood.

　　 We can fail unwillingly, but we must never give up weakly.

　　 The boiling blood rushing through the body, I call out your name——

　　 its name, glory!

　　The sword light soaring to the sky flashed from the night sky, and the mighty sword light of hundreds of meters directly split the crimson giant **** one by one, and the scattered flames fell from the sky, like a rain of flames.

　　 Stepping on a heavy step, Leiden carried the huge sword step by step to the opposite side. White smoke rose from the ground under his feet and his body. The hot air was so thick that it was difficult for him to open his eyes, but He can still perceive that the petite figure is right in front of him, and he hasn't moved its position.

　　 Niya looked at the swaying and twisted figure in the field of vision, took a deep breath, and then squeezed the maple staff in her hand, she whirled gently like a dance, the staff in her hand passed through the atmosphere, and flames were in the air. Emerging around.

　　The light singing voice sings the ancient ballads, and the ancient flame rituals slowly drift with the notes.

　　『I heard the signal from the flames』

　　 "At this moment, I am like a torch swaying in the wind"

　　『Anger swallows myself』

　　 "Wandering in endless loneliness"

　　『I should get up here』

　　『Still stopping by? 』

　　 "Everything is burned out"

　　『turn to ashes』

　　 "Return to the Earth"

　　 "If the fate is doomed"

　　 "The ethereal flame of hope"

　　『Can you bring me back on track? 』

　　 Strands of flame thread appeared and entangled around the staff, and then gathered into a fiery red ribbon, which gently rotated with the girl’s dance ~IndoMTL.com~ When Leiden launched the final charge, these fiery ribbons also Slowly flying out, it flutters in the wind, like the lightest thing in the world.

　　The gale screamed, and finally, the giant sword touched the fiery red ribbon.

　　 As if the ice melted and the snow melted, the ribbon fluttered gently, and the extremely suppressed hot flame would ‘cut’ the great sword, or it would be more appropriate to melt it.

　　 Anything in contact with this fiery red ribbon turns into a wisp of smoke, directly sublimates, and dissipates in the air.

　　 The ribbon cut the great sword into several pieces and spilled from the air. Leiden, who could not dodge, was lightly pierced by the ribbon, as if veiled across his body. He fell to the ground with one arm. , One leg and one foot have already left the original body in an instant, scattered on the ground.

　　 After seeing Leiden down, Niya closed her eyes and slowly lowered her raised arms, while the flame ribbons slowly dissipated in the air.

　　 Sorry, Brother Leiden, she silently thought in her heart that after this extraordinary skill was displayed, even she herself was extremely difficult to control. Not killing Leiden on the spot was the result of her doing all she could to control.

　　 The scorching heat and blue smoke dissipated, and only the petite horned girl stood quietly in the field.

　　 "Crancia, Fire Priest, Niya Sheng!"

　　 The grandest flame convention in a thousand years came to an end.

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