Move a Monster To Another World

　　Craftsman Assembly Hall.

　　 Orc Swordmaster "Ish" is still in the ice, I don't know when he closed his eyes.

　　 The moment Shiva's incarnation died, the ice began to melt, but the melting speed was very slow.

　　 Ish didn’t know what was waiting for him. In short, he would never succumb to anyone, even if the other party was not a man, but a god.

　　 A once incomparably powerful Eastern God.

　　 The strong physique allows him to maintain his vitality in the extreme cold, but no one knows how long he can maintain it.

　　 So he is accumulating power.

　　 Finally, he waited until this moment.

　　 As the temperature decreases, the hardness of the ice also decreases, and the power he has accumulated is finally enough.

　　 Then, burst out!

　　 Ish opened his eyes suddenly, blood-red light in his eyes.

　　 violent gesture!

　　 Boom!

　　'S muscles suddenly became very uncomfortable, swelled, and forced open the ice imprisonment abruptly.

　　 Ish kneeled on the ground with a bang, gasping for breath.

　　 After all, he still consumed a lot of energy, and the extreme coldness also made him fall into a weak state. Now he is far from his peak state, far behind him.

　　 A minute later, Ish picked up his battle axe, stood up, and walked towards the gate.

　　 Hard to walk.

　　 When the gnomes left, they closed the door, and now reopened.

　　 Ish didn't know what was waiting for him outside.

　　 The mission is doomed to fail, but he must determine the life and death of his companions, even if he doesn't like any of those companions.

　　 The orcs will not leave their friends, never!

　　 The door slowly opened, Ish's eyes shrank slightly, and his right hand gripping the battle axe tightly, the muscles instantly tightened, and the worm-like blood vessels were exposed, looking so terrible.

　　 What's more terrifying is the scene he saw.

　　 Three people, standing outside the door, seem to have been waiting for him.

　　……

　　 "Narcissa, Imosis, Mond, Adele... they are all dead?"

　　 Ish has a pair of eagle-like eyes, staring straight at Gawain, his voice is slightly hoarse, but there is no anger, let alone sadness, it seems that he just wants to confirm.

　　 "Dead." Gawain nodded.

　　 The names that the orc sword saint said were about the names of the high-level female wizards.

　　 "Then I should die too."

Ish no longer looked at Gawain, but at Lancelot: "You are very strong... a person like you should not be unknown. I am Ish, the "Orc Sword Saint", from the mad war clan, and now I am Han. Follower of the Ice Wizard. How about you? Tell me your name."

　　 mad war clan?

Lancelot remembered a certain orc sword master he had killed, and nodded and said: "A great clan, there has been a legendary sword master. I am Lancelot Pendragon, and now I am Gawain’s. Follower. Gawain... is the five princes of the Principality of Thousand Islands."

　　 He glanced at Gawain.

"It turns out to be you, the first knight of the Thousand Islands Principality, the flower of the knight. It turns out that the death threat I have always felt is not the incarnation of the ice **** Shiva, let alone this mechanical city, but you. Lancelot, can To die under your sword is my greatest glory. In the name of the orc sword master'Ish', I ask for'Mak'gora'!"

　　 Ish raised his battle axe and slapped him on his left chest, with unprecedented solemnity on his face, as well as longing: "I know that human beings have the same tradition, called..."

　　 "Glory duel!"

　　 Lancelot raised the epee and performed a standard chivalry: "Then, as you wish!"

　　 Govan stepped back a few steps, Millhouse swung his staff, and a magic barrier cut off the inside and outside to ensure the safety of Govan.

　　 A duel broke out in the artisan council hall.

　　 evenly matched.

　　 They are all warriors close to the legendary level.

　　 They were all glorious once, and now one has lost its original weapon and armor, and has been invaded by evil energy, and the other is extremely weak, and its strength has also fallen sharply.

　　 is fair to everyone.

Perhaps Lancelot is more miserable, but in this cold environment, he is more adaptable, because the white dragon bloodline in his body is reactivated, his physique and strength have recovered a little, and he is more able to adapt to this cold. .

not to mention…

　　 Lancelot is stronger than Ish.

　　 Gao Wen can't judge this duel, because he is not a soldier and doesn't understand.

　　 So he can only see the results.

　　 In less than a minute, the battle was over, Lancelot's long sword pierced Ish's left chest, and then pierced his heart.

　　 But Lancelot's left upper arm also left a deep scar. If Lancelot didn't hide quickly, the scar would appear in his heart, and even cut his heart directly.

　　 An open wound with more blood.

　　The masters make tricks and only strive for the first line.

　　 was seriously injured, but Lancelot won.

　　Because Ish has fallen, fell in a pool of blood.

　　 "A respectable orc swordsman, naturally deserves the treatment he deserves."

Gao Wen handed Lancelot a bottle of "vital potion" and a roll of bandages, then looked at the orc sword master, raised his left hand: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth. Bathe in the glory of Azeroth, you You will travel to the kingdom of the gods of Azeroth, and you will embark on a new journey...sacrifice!"

　　 In the blue light, Ish's body disappeared.

　　 turned into a azure blue card and appeared in Gawain's hand.

　　 "Sure enough... it's it." Gao Wen nodded, very satisfied.

　　 "Wounded Swordmaster (Rare Card of Tier 3

　　 "Attack Index: 4"

　　 "Defensive Index: 7"

　　 "Special Effect: Battle Cry (Inflict Tier 4 Damage to Self

　　 "Introduction: I was once the strongest swordsman of the Burning Blade clan until I got an axe in my old waist..."

　　...

　　 Level 3 follower, but has the attributes of level 5 follower.

　　 Tier 3 followers with higher attributes than him, not without them, but there are also very few.

　　 Although there are negative effects, what does it matter?

　　 can be cured.

　　 Gao Wen thought for a while, still consume 400 points of faith, turn this card into a gold card, and then summon it.

　　 Along with a azure blue light, a burly green-skinned orc appeared in front of Gawain.

　　 He has his upper body naked, only a bunch of hair on the top of his head, braided into a soaring braid, he looks very stylish.

　　 Actually he is very old, because his hair and beard are all white, he looks like he is 60 or 70 years old.

Beasts are generally half head taller than humans. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, the orc juggernaut’s physique, is similar to Lancelot. He has tendons and is burly and strong. If he can go to the earth, he would not be a bodybuilder. The problem, it is estimated that even if you participate in the most formal and authoritative competition, as long as there is no shady, it is no problem to win a championship.

　　 Suddenly, a fully armed dwarf phantom appeared, dual-wielding tomahawks, and his left hand axe struck the orc's abdomen, leaving a deep wound.

　　 The phantom disappeared quickly.

　　噗通!

　　 The orc sword master knelt on one knee, his defense index dropped from 7 to 3 in an instant, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

　　 Gao Wen noticed that blood was constantly bleeding from the wound. In this state, the Orc Swordmaster did not have the defensive ability.

　　 Juggernaut is also hard, and he doesn't say a word, just like Guan Gong who is healing his wounds.

　　 Gao Wen raised his hand, a ball of holy light fell on the orc sword master, and the wound slowly healed.

　　 "Heal yourself."

　　 Gao Wen threw him another bottle of "Vitality Potion", and then asked, "What's your name?"

　　 "Samuro."

　　 Sword Saint raised his hand to catch the vitality potion, and fell on the wound on his waist, with a deep and low voice: "Samuro Fireblade."

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