Twenty Sided Dice

[The latest chapter of the legend of the Dragon King]

The saints are naturally not so easy to die. From the charred remains of the corpse, the insects split and squirmed together, the orc flesh regenerated, and the two stood up tremblingly. ⌒,. And at this time, there was only Siegel in front of them, and even the dwarf Keke was sent back to a relatively safe personal room.

Chanem looked at Siegel, his face was as calm as water and he said nothing. His fingers rubbed lightly on the robes on the outside of his thighs, from where he could pull out the poisoned dagger at any time. The half-orc mage did not have such a good temper, and roared up to the sky.

A gust of wind erupted from him and swept across the ground violently and furiously, sweeping the grass, soft mushrooms, and small flowers into the air. The outside of the magic tower and the room where everyone lived was emitting a layer of bright silver fluorescence, blocking this airflow from the outside.

Chanem swayed with the wind, and his body was blown away like black smoke, but quickly reunited when the wind calmed down, unscathed. He is the shadow, and the shadow that moves with the light, how can he be hurt by the wind? Siegel didn't have that convenient ability. Although he could control the flow of the elements, he was still forced to take many steps back until he lifted the star dust and cut the wind in front of him.

"Bastard boy, we will be attacked as soon as we reach the fourth floor, and we can't move forward at all! Did you already know this?!" The orc spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and said viciously: "If we can't make it to the top, we will be attacked. Top floor, why do we listen to your waste of time?"

He glanced at Chanem next to him and snorted, "It's better to kill you all, and then you can go up and down naturally."

"It's very possible." Siegel nodded. "You two are not the same as us mortals. I wouldn't be surprised if a certain **** has set restrictions here specifically for you. On, the fact that you have been able to stay here until now is actually the strangest thing about me."

"Little bastard, you actually despise me!" The orc rushed up without warning, his raised fists were filled with magical power, the four elements combined with huge power, like a mountain topping the top, and came to Siegel .

"Don't try to run unless you're a coward!"

Siegel turned slightly. The long sword and staff turned together, like leaves swirling in the wind, fluttering away from the charging wild boar. Stardust slammed into the Orc's shoulder, and the orb's orb's orb of frost spell slammed into the Orc's back. But it doesn't have the ability to kill.

"You are the steps of the elves and the combat skills of the dwarves!" Orc saints are well-informed, and naturally they can see these two techniques at a glance. Both elves and dwarves have a bad relationship with the orcs, and the experience accumulated in the Ten Thousand Years War has been integrated into the martial arts, which has a good target for the orcs' behavior.

"As an orc saint, you can learn magic. It's a pity that you can never learn elf steps and dwarf combat skills." Siegel dodged his fists and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. The current situation is that the Orc Saint can't help Siegel, but Siegel can't hurt him either. Orcs have always been strong and thick-skinned, and the Orc saints have used it to a certain extent. Unless Siegel takes out a heavy siege weapon, even the skin cannot be cut.

"Restricted by the rules, restricted by the power of God, you will always have something you can't learn. This is fatal to the priesthood of knowledge! If I were it, I would resist you too." Siegel smashed the truth sentence by sentence His face, as for an orc in battle. It's the only way to communicate effectively. "Don't you understand, it is impossible for the two of you to obtain the final inheritance from the beginning! It is impossible for the priesthood to fall on your heads, at least it is impossible for you to be a saint! If you have the ability, you can start a war of gods. Ah! Let your orc **** come down to earth!"

"Bastard, you are still trying to set a trap to trap me!" The orc saint became more and more angry, but he found that he could not be violent no matter what, and could not stimulate the strongest power in his body. He can make his eyes red, he can bulge his muscles and quiver at high speed, but he just can't get violent.

"If I could go berserk, you'd be dead by now! I'd take your tiny skull and crush it to rubbish! There's nothing left! I'll blow your soul out. Like blowing out a candle!"

"Yes, yes, you are right, but you can't do it!" Siegel flashed continuously, dodging the orc's left and right cuts. From one end of the square to the other, shuttle back and forth. "I know you can also summon orc war spirits and use shaman priest spells; I know you can summon holy fire from the sky with a single thought, but now you can only use elemental fire. Fool, don't you know where this is? You are just a saint, you have no realm of the kingdom of God. You can only be suppressed, deadly, suppressed like a lame pig! Where is your common sense, you can't focus on controlling elements when you are berserk, you can't cast spells understand?"

The orc saint didn't speak this time, just shouted "Ahhhh!" and launched a more swift offensive. Siegel knew he was venting his anger. As an orc, he has only one way to vent, fighting. Siegel was confident in his melee combat abilities, at least much better than other mages, and in order to avoid causing too much damage, he decided to stand up to the attack himself.

"This is the Magic Academy, spells will be preferentially treated, ** will be suppressed, and the mage's battle is like this." He used illusion again to deceive the orcs, and quickly opened the distance with elf steps. If it weren't for the inability to use spells such as flight and random doors, Siegel would have used mobility to an advantage.

"You can't recruit help, but I can!" Siegel waved his staff: Summons the Elemental Legion. The highly active elemental environment of the Magic Academy makes this spell especially powerful, and various elemental creatures continue to appear in the open space. Earth and water elements line up on the ground, charging like a mudslide. Air element and fire element fly in the air, they do not use magic power to fly, so they will not fall to the ground because of the limitation of magic. Siegel ordered an air element to carry him into the sky, and then gave the order to attack.

The orc saint was immediately overwhelmed by the raging elemental frenzy. It is very difficult to kill him, and it is impossible to do it with an elemental legion spell. But it was not difficult to make him embarrassed. The ground war orcs with only hands and feet immediately fell into the trouble of being besieged.

The machete forms a whirlwind, and when it is chopped on the body of the earth element, it can bring down a large piece of soil, but it is useless against the other three non-solid enemies. The orc roared and took out his true weapon: the orc double-headed axe. The two axe blades exerted double the power, leading him in and out of the battle group.

Judging from the current situation, within ten minutes, the orc saint can solve the more than fifty elemental creatures in front of him. But if he can't solve the problem of flying, he won't be able to hurt Siegel in mid-air, and he will lose the battle in the end. Maybe the orc saints were busy fighting and didn't realize this. But Chanem, who was on the side, could see clearly.

He launched a messenger to Siegel: "Do you have a solution to the problem that we can't go to the fourth floor?"

Because there is a powerful six-armed lamp **** who can use the power of the rules of destruction, the fourth floor is a threshold. On that floor, you can only fight according to the rules of the lamp god, so the two saints have no advantage at all.

The next level up is the crystal ball room, where the power of prophecy is stored. Exactly what Chanem was aiming for. Although the Lord of the Rings did not feel the existence of divine power at all on that level, it was difficult to guarantee that Charnem had the ability to extract enough power from the crystal ball to accomplish his original goal.

"The six-armed lamp **** is also one of the objects of my research. I have some eyebrows, but there is still a certain distance from ensuring that it is solved." Siegel said to Chanem: "At present, I have not seen that it has been tampered with. So I haven't decided whether to crack it or not. The two of you are special, so there is one question to consider: you are taking the risk that everything may be in vain in the end to destroy this lamp, so that you can have Opportunity to go higher; or trust my credibility and wait for me to fulfill the part of the agreement promised?"

Chanem smiled and responded quickly: "Of course I believe you. From any point of view, you are the most promising guy."

"Have you really thought about it, Chanem? Think about it more, don't go back and regret it, it will make the scene not good at all." Siegel couldn't believe him easily, so he asked. through this attitude. He can also let Chanem know that he is not perfunctory, so as to better stabilize the impulse of this murderous saint.

"I've heard of what you did in the goblin war, and I've heard of the conflict between you and that person, so I still have confidence in you. Even if we give up, you'll persevere." Charnem nodded. He nodded and said, "I'm not like this stupid orc, I'm much more rational than him."

"Thank you, it takes the strength of each of us to complete the goal." Siegel kept summoning the elemental army to supplement the consumption caused by the orc saints.

This was an earth-shattering battle, and the shouting and killing of the legion did not stop for a moment. The sound of weapons and bodies rubbing against one's ears calloused. After more than three hours of continuous fighting, the orc saint finally roared, shook the elements around him a step back, and took the opportunity to say to Siegel: "Bastard mage. I'm tired of retreating all your thugs. I don't want to. Hit it!"

The orc saint was already covered in blood at this time~www.novelmt.com~ There were various wounds all over his body, and he looked very miserable. But in fact, these wounds are only superficial, and in fact they are not that dangerous. Because you can't be berserk in the magic academy. Therefore, the bloodthirsty madness of the Orc Saint recently cannot be used. This blood could have been turned into armor, giving the orcs a never-ending stamina.

Siegel landed cautiously, the elemental warriors still separating him from the orcs. "Enough? Enough?" Siegel asked tentatively.

"It's these four elemental creatures that are turned over and over. They don't even have blood. After they are torn apart, they only have a mouth full of sand. What's there to beat!" The orc saint snorted coldly: "I just moved my hands and feet and..."

Before he could finish his words, a black dagger came out of his heart and slammed back. Chanem held the obsidian dagger and attacked the orcs continuously, and the tough skin of the saint was as fragile as paper at this time. There was no way to regenerate, there was no way to regenerate, and the orc saint immediately realized that something was wrong. He tried to turn around and grab Chanem, crushing the insidious assassin, but the Holy One of the Murder God was always out of his sight and reach, always in the shadows of his back.

"No! Don't kill him!" Siegel knew the obsidian dagger was broken when he saw it. He shouted loudly, but only met Chanem's cold gaze. *Recommended on this site: Composition Network*