Chapter 809: Duel Before the Gods (Part 1)
Vaughan, who was fighting with passion, gradually realized that there were fewer and fewer enemies standing in front of him, and the opponents seemed to be afraid of something. He stopped and shook off the intestines and plasma sticking to his arms, and suddenly raised his head to see the stalwart figure in the sky.
Although it is neither an incarnation nor a saint, but just a projection without any power, it still exudes endless majesty, especially the weapons full of gaps and criss-crossing scars, exuding a fierce fighting spirit all the time No, people with a little bit of willpower dare not look at those majestic eyes.
Like most barbarian tribes, the Otto tribe led by Vaughan also believed in the god of war Tempus, but due to their own quality, few priests were born. He recognized the god he believed in at a glance, and then raised his hands high and shouted excitedly: "Great God of War! I dedicate the glory of this battle to you!"
"I accept your offering! Go, valiant warrior, Vaughn. Go and win this war against the mightiest foe, proving your honor to all with sword and weapon. Remember, no matter the outcome Whether it is life or death, I will wait for your arrival in the resting place of soldiers." After speaking, Tempus disappeared without a trace with a wave of his hand, only the thick voice still echoed on the battlefield.
At this moment, everyone's eyes on Vaughan changed, and they became full of fear. The cowardly goblins scattered in a crowd, and even the orc supervising team could not stop them from fleeing.
Everyone knows how terrible it is to be a warrior who can be recognized by Tempus. Such scenes have appeared many times in the history of Faerun Continent. In the end, without exception, all these warriors changed the situation of the battlefield with their own efforts.
There is no intrigue, no strategy and tactics, because the god of war considers these methods too inferior. A real fighter should defeat his opponents upright and show off his superb killing skills on the battlefield. From this, one can imagine how powerful the fighters he recognized are, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as an enemy of ten thousand people.
One-eyed Longte watched the dramatic changes on the battlefield with a livid face, gritted his teeth, picked up his beloved two-handed axe, and jumped off the swamp hydra's back without saying a word. He knew very well that if he didn't stand up at this time, the prestige he had worked so hard to build would be completely destroyed.
Whether he wanted to or not, he had to fight the dreaded Orc. At least he must prove to the coalition that he can defeat the opponent, otherwise many ambitious tribal leaders will definitely use this as an excuse to attack.
You must know that there is no such thing as a "son of a thousand gold, who can't sit still" in Faerun. Maybe the nobles in the civilized world can send their knights and guards to fight instead of themselves, but every leader in the wild world is created with one sword and one gun. , As long as they show a little cowardice and fear, the enemies will attack like sharks smelling blood.
One-eyed Ronte, as a legendary figure on the high wasteland, is full of enemies, and even the talented warriors in his own tribe are eager to cut off his head.
no way. Who made the orc Lord God be a god of chaos and violence. Under his rule, the infighting was extremely fierce, and sometimes the war between two orc tribes would end with the complete extinction of one of them. It is precisely because of this that scholars have never classified orcs into civilized society. Their character is too barbaric and cruel.
Vaughan noticed the old orc walking towards him, and immediately raised his vigilance. He could feel the strong fighting spirit emanating from the other party, coupled with the dense scars on his face, arms and thighs, he didn't need to ask, he knew that this was a strong man who had experienced many battles, and he was probably stronger than himself in terms of momentum High and low.
As the two legendary fighters got closer and closer, the others subconsciously stepped aside. Gave up a large area. The battle between warriors is sacred, especially Tempus has given blessings to this duel, so no one dares to make small moves, otherwise the terrible divine punishment will fall from the sky, because everyone knows the fiery temper of the God of War dawn.
"I am the legend on the supreme wasteland! The leader of the strongest orc tribe! The warrior blessed by the great Gruumsh! I have personally killed the green dragon Bel Yat! I have cut off the heads of a hundred tribal chiefs! This land defies my will! I am the supreme king!" Lonte stared at his one-eyed eyes, roaring and reporting his name.
According to the ancient tradition, two duelists need to report their names and achievements before starting the battle. Usually, the more honors, the stronger the strength. Can overwhelm opponents in momentum.
The old orc was very confident in the honors he had achieved in the past. He felt that the half-orc who looked only in his early thirties could barely reach half of his own at most, so a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.
Vaughan stepped forward without showing any weakness, and shouted tit for tat: "I am the chief of the Otto tribe in Icewind Dale! The warrior of the great god of war Tempus! The legal nobleman of the Kingdom of West Hartland! King Henry Ange Follower of Beauty! I have personally killed the black dragon Fernicas! The shadow dragon Saxossilia! The giant beast left over from the Netheril era! I also personally led the army to defeat the attack of the sahuagin, killing Their leader, the legendary warrior Jacques Houas, is dead. And you will be part of my glorious battle today!"
To hear the long list of honors longer than One-Eyed Ronte. Every enemy around couldn't help but grow their mouths, and their eyes showed awe and fear. They are very clear. In this sacred duel witnessed by the gods, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to lie, not to mention that the legendary fighters themselves have self-esteem that is difficult for ordinary people to match, and they will not falsify their records at all.
"Son of Slaughter, is this true? That half-orc actually killed two dragons!" An orc standing on the city wall muttered to himself while touching the amulet around his neck.
Another soldier next to him nodded excitedly: "It must be true! Didn't you see that the brilliance belonging to the God of War on him not only did not dim, but became stronger!"
"Shut up and watch, all of you! Those two legendary fighters represent the glory of Tempus and Gruumsh respectively. This is not a duel in the ordinary sense! It is a duel before the gods! The winner will receive Supreme glory and grace, the loser will lose life and everything."
After Fugner finished speaking, he clenched his fists, and the expressions on his faces were even more tense as the two fighters who were about to start fighting soon became more nervous. Because he had already seen the evil one-eyed beastman Gruumsh in the sky, once Vaughan was defeated, his end would be very miserable. According to the tradition of the orcs, the traitor will be executed only after experiencing extreme pain.
Gruush and Tempus in the sky displayed extraordinary powers at the same time, and the positions where Vaughn and Longte were located suddenly experienced violent vibrations, followed by a rock with a diameter of more than 100 meters rising from the ground, rising to ten meters Gao stopped.
Undoubtedly, this is the duel venue they prepared. There are no steps for entering and exiting. There are only two legendary fighters standing in the center, and there is only one rule. That is to kill each other.
The warrior recognized by the God of War Tempus VS the patron of the orc god Gruumsh!
This once-in-a-lifetime duel in front of the gods not only determines the fate of both parties involved in the war, but also determines the direction of the war, and the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people in a whole city...
Lonte squinted his eyes and stared at his opponent with a sneer: "Hey! Half-orc boy, don't think your record can scare me. Just wait and see, I can pinch your neck in a short time."
"Oh? Really! Just rely on your old arms and legs?" Vaughn curled his lips pretending to be disdainful. "Forget these useless threats, I hope your physical strength can still support high-intensity battles. I don't want my opponent to be exhausted halfway through the fight."
"Boy who can only talk and talk, you will immediately experience my martial arts skills. I hope I can say such tough words by then." After speaking, Longte swung his ax and smashed the horse on the ground, instantly A furrow had been plowed into the ground, as if it were not solid rock. But a soft cake.
Obviously, the two-handed ax in his hand is not an ordinary weapon. Judging from the sharpness, the material is either Mithril or fine gold, otherwise it would never be so hard.
Vaughn took a deep breath and shouted: "Then what are you waiting for! Come on! Let's talk with the weapons in our hands. This is what soldiers should do."
"As you wish!" One-eyed Longte leaped up and took the lead in attacking.
There is no false move, just a vigorous jump and chop. With the weight of the two-handed axe and the natural strength of the orcs. His blow felt invincible, even if he used a shield to parry, he would inevitably be cut in two.
Vaughn had no intention of welcoming him at all, so he turned sideways to avoid the ax blade, and then performed an upward slash with both hands holding the sword, intending to severely injure the opponent when he could not dodge in the air.
"Hahahaha! Boy! You are too young!"
Not only did Longte not panic when he saw the oncoming sword edge, but he smirked and turned his wrist vigorously, immediately changing the vertical slash to a horizontal slash, and he also perfectly avoided the sword edge due to inertia.
Take advantage of a wealth of experience. He turned a disadvantage into an advantage in an instant. If Vaughn had no backhand, the ax would slash his chest, and even with armor protection, his heart would inevitably not be injured.
Seeing the cold ax blade getting closer and closer to him, Vaughn snorted lightly. Suddenly he put the sword across his shoulders to create a slope, and the next second the two-handed ax hit it and slid to the side. All of a sudden, the two powerful magic weapons sparked a lot, and all the sweating audience breathed a sigh of relief.
In just one round of fighting, the two legendary fighters showed superhuman strength, reaction speed and superb martial arts. If the change in the moment just now was half a second at night, one of them would have fallen in a pool of blood now. Among them.
The flashy confrontation made everyone's blood spurt and heartbeat quicken. Not only them, but even the two gods who were paying attention to the battlefield were applauding the wonderful performance of their fighters.
For Tempus, the God of War, this was a very pleasant enjoyment, second only to fighting himself.
For Gruumsh, the lord god of orcs, this represents the strength and power of the orc race. At the same time, he is also eager to defeat Tempus in this battle of the spokesperson, because the two priesthoods somewhat conflict, although not very much. Obviously, but if he continues to develop in the field of warfare, then sooner or later he will meet with swords. (to be continued ~^~)