Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 1212: Admit defeat

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Fortunately, Locke didn't know the inner thoughts of the orc warrior Kluf.

Let him go to the Fenglan plane to cultivate for fifty years, it will be enough to make Locke a headache. If it is 200 to 500 years, I am afraid Locke will go crazy.

He is only one hundred and eighty years old this year.

The tornado storm has grown to the extreme under Locke's deliberate manipulation. At the center of the storm, feeling the strong wind force around him, Locke suddenly had the illusion of being in an underground wind tunnel on the plane of Fenglan.

In terms of wind intensity, this tornado storm already has the ability to threaten the lives of ordinary Level 3 creatures.

It was also at this time that the giant tornado storm was like a standing funnel. The sharpest and most powerful part of the wind element blade at the bottom of the funnel slammed into Prince Kahn, who had no dead ends like an iron hedgehog!

"Whether you can win, it depends on this trick." In the center of the storm, the scarlet blood eyes under the bone armor coldly looked at Prince Kahn below.

Wearing a battle armor of crown thorns, holding a thundering epee, Kahn in an iron-blooded state, also understands that the next step is to decide who is the winner of the match.

"Roar!" After the heavy roar, Kahn's hand holding the Thundering Heavy Sword tightened.

Under the blessing of the true meaning of iron and blood, countless blood energies gathered from all parts of Prince Kahn's body to his right hand.

To be precise, it was the epee gathered in his right hand.

The **** light contained in the Rolling Thunder Heavy Sword is deeper.

Faced with Locke's final blow, the lion prince seemed to be planning a head-on collision with the power bonus brought by the iron-blood madness.

This is indeed in line with the temperament of the Rhine Lions.

After being blackened by Locke for a long time, Prince Kahn's stomach was already suffocated.

Although the most sensible approach is to temporarily avoid Locke’s final blow in order to preserve his strength.

In this case, Prince Kahn who survived this trick will easily win the competition.

But how can the proud royal lions choose this kind of ‘coward’ approach.

From the aspect that the enemy is proud of, it is the true temperament of the orcs to defeat the opponent with pure power.

"Blood Blade Slash!" The huge **** blade was thrown out of Prince Kahn's Thundering epee.

This trick almost consumed Kahn's remaining power

Two-thirds.

The collision of the storm and the blood blade caused the schoolyard of the Janissaries to be ruthlessly ravaged and baptized again.

The ground was lifted, and a huge five-meter-diameter stone mill was dragged into the sky by the storm.

The orcs and warriors watching near the schoolyard have obviously retreated, but they still have the illusion that they will be blown down by this huge impact.

"The situation is a bit out of control, it's not good! The Guards can be regarded as my Kroof's territory, so I have to control it a little bit." The Targo Tiger Warrior who has been standing still murmured , As if the surrounding energy shock did not affect him.

A touch of **** energy is produced on Cruff's body surface, which is only manifested after he has cultivated the iron blood to the extreme.

Cloof's **** energy quickly shot, covering the school field with a faint energy shield.

At the same time that Cruff took the shot, another person on the school court also took the shot.

A touch of black dark elemental magic, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

......

The storm calmed down, and the blood blade disappeared. At this time, the two third-level creatures appeared to be extremely weak and exhausted.

Prince Kahn looked very miserable at this time, not to mention that the crown and thorns armor he was wearing was completely scrapped, and the wounds everywhere on his body were also very eye-catching and terrifying.

If such injuries are placed on a magician or orc priest, immortality is definitely a serious injury.

But on Prince Kahn, a third-level orc warrior, it was just a moderate injury.

These wounds looked scary, but in fact, Kahn could recover in a week or two.

Compared with Kahn, Locke, who suddenly appeared in front of him with a dark element shield, would be much luckier.

At least he doesn't have too many obvious injuries on his body at this time.

After the dark elemental shield flickered for a few seconds, it gradually turned into little elemental power and disappeared invisible.

Before it dissipated completely, the most striking thing about this dark elemental shield was a huge dent in its center.

Obviously, the culprit that caused such a dent was the blood blade released by Kahn.

But what makes all the orcs even more unbelievable is how a shield of dark elements in this mere block of Prince Kahn's bloodblade attack.

Although there is the advance weakening of Rock Storm’s power, it can block the blood of Prince Kahn

Blade Yuwei, the strength of this dark element shield has aroused all the orcs' attention.

At the deflection corner of the Imperial Guard Military Academy, a magician wrapped in a black robe stood quietly.

Many orcs present are not unfamiliar with the magician, because not long ago, they cooperated with the magician to draw two tubes of their own blood in exchange for generous rewards.

"I lost, Prince Kahn, you are indeed a tough opponent." Locke said with a sigh.

Without Ashar's sudden intervention, he would probably end up much worse than this prince.

There is no quarrel in the body. In that kind of crisis situation, even the magic scroll can't even take out the used Locke, only the result of being hit by the blood blade.

Locke's admission made Kahn couldn't help but roll his eyes. He thought it was just an ordinary contest, and even Prince Kahn himself did not expect that it would eventually develop into this situation.

The two sides lifted their transformations one after another, Locke recovered to a 1.8-meter physique, and Prince Kahn recovered to three meters.

"Bring it!" After returning to his original appearance, Prince Kahn first scratched his crown and thorns armor with distress, and then stretched out his lion claws towards Locke.

Forcibly resisting a smile, Locke passed the two third-level biological crystal nuclei that he had promised to Prince Kahn this time.

Starting with two crystal nuclei, Prince Kahn's face looked better.

For this extra money, wounded, and destroyed, Prince Kahn really regretted agreeing to the human knight's contest.

Enduring the frailty that came from him, Locke walked towards Ashar at the edge of the arena.

"Thank you, or I might have to lie down in Shabak’s hotel for a while." Locke said to Ashar.

A thick orange potion was thrown to Locke by Ashar. He was no stranger to this potion. It was the concentrated potion he hated when he was seriously injured on the plane of Fenglan.

The strange smell of concentrated medicine made Locke frown.

But after taking it, the faintly rising warmth and the feeling of strength returning in the abdomen still made Locke temporarily forget the unpleasantness brought by the taste buds.

"Good battle, good potion. Are the two guests from knights and magicians from the east coast of the Wizarding World?" At this time, Kluf, the tiger warrior of the Tago tribe, stepped forward to greet him.