The story of justice as a Tucao servant

21. Instance - this game is not friendly at all!

Blood Moon, howling and crying, whining, begging for help. —— "Why, only you, only you are still alive?"

"Ha...ha..." The bloody pupil was pushed to the maximum, and he suddenly called out the giant sword and made a defensive posture.

The sky was glowing with golden red, and the quilt was being thrown on Kerrett who was still asleep, complaining about the boy's irritable and bad sleeping state last night.

"Is it... a dream?"

Putting on the vest in a daze, the boy stared at the rising sun.

On the playground, a figure of a boy wielding a huge sword appeared.

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Brown-black or green skin, tall enough to look up on tiptoes, sharp and sharp teeth and a body of strong muscles, with a ferocious expression on your face that you owe me money. ——You really want to tell me that this is a group of orcs?

Looking at the five orcs on the opposite side of the stage who basically had no difference except for their skin color, I quietly turned sideways and whispered to Allen.

"Well, how do these six orcs really distinguish between shamans and warriors!" Only now did I truly express my deep regret for deliberately missing other teams' games.

"You, hey, just look at who is holding the staff. This kind of problem is as difficult as orcs trying to distinguish the difference between humans." Alan expressed his helplessness with a black line on his face.

The leader on the opposite side was a brown-red skinned orc with a beard and about [-] meters. He seemed to be the instructor of the Darkness Imperial Academy—only he had a relatively friendly smile on his face.

(It seems that height is really, uh, an important factor to distinguish the age of orcs...) Wiping the cold sweat from the palm of my hand, I tried my best to recall the description of the orcs by the master in the history class.

"Orcs, first of all, can be distinguished from dark green and brown red in terms of skin color. Dark green is more suitable for being a shaman, while dark green is more suitable for being a warrior. This is also an unwritten rule of every tribe. Orcs Most of them are tall, powerful, and good at using brute force, but lack judgment and wisdom. Cough cough, since there are no orc students present, I will directly express it like this."

The above are the original words of the old man.

(Lack of wisdom? Although it sounds like you can make a tricky tactical layout, but in the face of absolute power and endless healing - it won't work.) I analyzed it in my heart.

"What do you want to do!" Lance's passionate voice yelled out his train of thought

"Still following the old method, can I resist the opponent's main force?" Lance clenched his fists excitedly, "What are you afraid of! Just face it head-on! It's already the final!"

"...Although it sounds unreliable, but I agree with Lance's idea this time?" Allen thoughtfully and perfectly translated for us what is called Fusongfusui (fog).Then preach.

"The academies in the previous competitions used thieves, mages and other professions to formulate all kinds of defenseless tactics, and they were easily broken by them with brute force. We simply used brute force to control brute force and exert our greatest strength. Bar!"

Seeing Allen talking nonsense there, and Lance nodding pretendingly, I felt strangely reasonable.

(Anyway, it’s too late, so let’s just give full play to our best level!) Some thought self-defeatingly.

"As the captain, you are too uninhibited! You are still a brave..." Brother Lun Le made trouble at the side.

"You are not qualified to speak if you lie down and win the whole process! Then the tactics will start with confrontation. Lance fights with the opponent's fighters. I will cut off the shaman. Allen is entangled in a magic circle at the back. You are also in charge Cooperate with me and harass the shaman in the rear, and finally Lunle, uh, you continue to lie down and cast magic!" It was such a happy decision without thinking.

"I..." Just when little brother Lun Le wanted to express his inner dissatisfaction, he met my fierce scarlet eyes.

"!!!" Immediately shut up.

"Then, although it's a bit funny and vulgar, let's cheer up! This is the tradition of the three of us." I said, and stretched out my hand first.

The five of them folded their hands together.

"One, two, three, we must win!"

The brave young man with red hair and red eyes led his team towards the stage.

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"Are you the representative of Hero's singles match? You are still the chosen brave man, what is his name... Feilaiwei! Yes, this is it!" On the stage, with dark green skin, holding a giant heavy Jian's orc captain Mizhi greeted us shyly, a suspicious blush appeared on his dark face.

(I feel that the painting style of this guy is very magical, and the character of the orc is really cute {strike out}, just stupid) Thinking, I looked at the orc who was writing shyly and reading as a strong man, with a face of DOGE, Shameful cute.

The entire arena was surrounded by a dense crowd. Looking down from the stage, apart from the constantly moving heads, there were women of all ethnic groups screaming with support sticks.

"Tip Ivy, come on~ Let's defeat this group of strong men who don't meet the aesthetics! My sister is optimistic about you~"

"Master Fei Aiwei, please don't be polite and blast them with dark flames!"

Voices like these that keep resounding one after another are probably from members of the cult named {Brave Fei Aiwei Protection Association} jointly formed by students (mostly girls) from various colleges during the competition.

The shoulders were clasped by two hands, one left and one right.

"I don't see that the most attractive one is actually the shortest Fei Aiwei!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! He is a brave man who wants to save the world." Lance and Allen sang in bard style as if they were singing an opera.

(To-be patient-be patient) Several big crosses were erected on the red hair, and I kept chanting silently in my heart, in case the game hadn't started yet, I would die due to internal strife.

"Take it as the last level, friends, let's go!" As I said, I stepped forward as the captain, and extended my hand to the cute little orc brother.

"Faiwei Fite, please give me your advice!"

"Lion Warsong, for the Ministry... um, for the Empire!" He said, holding my small hand tightly with his giant hand five times bigger than mine... the scene once Very embarrassing. (Just now he wanted to say for the Horde...)

“啊啊，那么我宣布，比赛开始。”为了打破这迷离的寂静，校长飞在泡泡上宣布开始。只不过，却是有气无力的声音。今天穿着一套紫色洋裙的她，竟然还顶着浓浓的黑眼圈。

(Are there any mistakes, I was the one who was punished yesterday, okay... Is it retribution for me to look like my body has been hollowed out?) I feel that there are too many slots to count . (Could it be that the master's conscience found out and helped me vent my anger?)

But the current scene can no longer allow me to continue thinking about it.

"Come on! Ahhhhhh! Let me see your strength as a brave man!" The giant epee, which was as tall as Ryan's two-meter-high body, slashed straight at me.

Thick and domineering strength, this kind of brute force swordsmanship that should have been easily dodged, made me break out in cold sweat. ——The whole person was locked by that force, unable to move or dodge.

With the buzzing sound of "clanking", the golden blue giant sword ignited dark red red flames and could withstand the attack, but I felt numb in my arm, and my right hand that was directly under the force was even worse. He has basically lost consciousness.

"There are really two strikes! Then, come again!" This time, the epee swept towards me sideways, driving a sharp and sharp airflow, and pierced together.

When he was speaking, he completed the double multi-layer enchantment of strength and speed on his arms and legs.Although my body strangely doesn't cause any discomfort, it is extremely dangerous to add magic patterns directly to the flesh, let alone superimpose them.But now I can't handle that much anymore.

The flames that eroded everything swallowed up the sharp air mass, and I took off with a run-up. I dodged somersaults, narrowly avoiding the blade that was drawn, and guided the giant sword that was left in place with magic power, stabbing at the opponent unexpectedly. go.

(The feeling just now is indeed correct. I can only achieve the same speed as usual through the superposition of five layers of strength and speed magic lines... Although I don't know the principle, there is no doubt that he is controlling gravity. No, it is more accurate to say that it is the pressure given to me by physical exercise. The plan is completely disrupted, and the rear cannot be cut.) I was able to breathe for a moment, and I analyzed it quickly in my heart.

"Puchi!" The blade grazed Ryan's solid and thick skin, and a stream of bright red animal blood dripped on the arena.A dark flame immediately ignited from the wound, and swarmed into the wound like locusts.

"Ah, happy! This is just right! The previous group was too weak, I dare not take it seriously. Hahaha!" With a heroic smile, the orc raised his arm that had been deformed by the dark flames, After the red lights flashed, the whole arm was still intact.

"Korrett, harassment! Allen, you are in charge of my previous work, first deal with the shaman! Lance, you..." I ordered, but before I finished speaking, I took another heavy blow coming attack.

"I know, I know, I'm here to see the power of the orcs!" After Lance finished speaking, he roared, raised the knight's long sword, and attacked one of the orc warriors standing in the front row.

"Hey! Hey!" There was a sound of close combat, and Lance and my sword collided with the orc's heavy weapon at the same time.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and under the high pressure, I reluctantly slanted my body and slid along the trajectory of the opponent's epee to the left side of his huge body, wrapped my fists with ominous black flames, and with the force added by the magic pattern, I slid towards the opponent's waist. Hit out the flaws.

（疼疼！）拳头被被对方满是肌肉的前臂挡住，本该就此扩散向其全身的暗炎，却戛然熄灭。

The red lines appeared on Ryan's skin with a strange light shining.Hearing a loud roar, he easily shook me and my giant sword away, and then held down the heavy sword like a mountain again.

Feeling that the gravity of the surrounding depression has strengthened, this sword is bound to be unavoidable.I had no choice but to counteract the force with a flank.

(Well, with this kind of pressure, even the basic movements and unloading are difficult to do, and the effect time of the magic pattern is almost gone, and now I can't find time to describe a new one.) Calculated, after forcibly resisting Ryan's blow Afterwards, at least his right hand completely lost consciousness and could not be used for a short time.

"Ah, you've almost reached your limit, right? But I've had a lot of fun today!" Ryan smiled heroically, as if aware of my completely crippled right arm, waving the epee, ready to give me the last blow. hit.

"Huh? It's not over yet! You, too, underestimated your young master!" It seemed to be speaking stiffly, but the boy's bloody pupils burning with flames did not seem to be trying to be brave.

Facing the incoming epee, he didn't dodge, nor did he raise his sword to resist, but——throwing the golden-blue giant sword with his left hand.

"Follow me to charge! Bermanit!" Under the clear voice of the young man, the giant sword exploded with dark red flames, and accompanied by golden blue starlight, hit the opponent's weapon and enveloped the audience .

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I was finally able to pay attention to the situation on the field, and by the way, re-strengthen the magic patterns on the arms and legs.

The Sword of the Brave—the golden blue element of Bermanit—the combined element of air and wind, together with the flame attached to the dark attribute, divides the field like an enchantment, and at the same time counteracts the damage emitted by Ryan. Out of gravity suppression.

Lance was fighting with a green-skinned warrior, because he was still very nimble compared to the orcs, so he was not at a disadvantage.But because of the support of the shaman on the opposite side, they were desperately dismissed, and there were already several hang-ups.

The three red-skinned shaman orcs on the opposite side - one of them propped up a huge defensive formation with his unconsumed magic power.The other two were harassment and treatment respectively.

The aircraft driven by Kerrett was suppressed by gravity. Just now, it could only huddle and fire shells in the front row. Now it can finally start airdropping and harassing the rear.

"Let you also taste the taste of gravity suppression! Electric gravity net, suppression!" As Corrett's child's voice sounded, several giant nets with dots rushed towards the fighting orcs.And unfolded the gravitational force of the magnetic field.

Allen was flying around the three shamans quickly, looking for opportunities to attack.Dexterously dodge the chain lightning released by the harassing shaman through the pace.At the same time as the power grid fell, he rushed towards the orc who was being treated without hesitation.

The exquisite knight's sword hit the relatively rough but extremely hard defensive circle due to the uninterrupted supply of magic power, and the power grid continued to absorb on the top of the circle.

After gesturing at the magic circle for a while, Allen posed a pose, "It's done!" As the voice fell, silver dazzling brilliance flashed on the defensive magic circle, which withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(The orcs are so stupid. Allen is so obviously drawing a time acceleration circle.) Thinking about it this way, Ryan in front of me is almost about to break through the line of defense.

A few huge balls of lightning rolled towards Alan, and just as the audience was about to touch him and the audience began to inhale, Alan's figure appeared behind the shaman who was still releasing healing spells.

"That was me 30 seconds ago, I'll leave it to you, Lunle!" As he spoke, Allen threw out the orc shaman, who was twice his height, with all his might.

The vines swarmed, wrapped around the poor orc nimbly, and threw him off the stage.

"Nice job!" I shouted, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience.Looking at Brother Ryan, who had already killed him with the epee, I also had to thank my body for its powerful self-healing ability. The right hand that was originally abolished can now be used again.

"I have to admit that you are really good, but that's it! I'm getting serious." With that said, Ryan's attack has come.

"The villain died from talking too much, not to mention—you don't have the protection of healing anymore!" The composition of this team is completely dependent on the healing shaman, and although other shamans can also heal, there are vacancies for harassment and defense. It will really bring down the whole team.

Because the gravity is dispelled by the Bermanite barrier that is still going on, I can already easily dodge the random attack with the acceleration magic pattern.Wielding the dagger, he dexterously inflicted wounds that were neither painful nor itchy.

Once again dodging the heavy sword and subsequent punches, I dodged to his lower right, leaned back, and carved bloodstains on his waist. ——The opponent relies too much on his gravity to suppress, and the heavy sword is too long. For the short sword, as long as it is effectively evaded, it is completely hanging.

(I also played myself as a thief assassin.) Thinking of this, I turned my head to avoid the elemental cannon fired by Krit, and hit the orc with a "boom", making it take a few steps back, and Lunle also finished The layout that he could not complete due to being suppressed before.

"What is the robin singing, please come and rest the hunter, a hundred years have passed, in a blink of an eye, leave this paradise, you will be taken by time! This is nature's revenge - the dream of the robin!" At the end of the game, the entire arena was covered by a forest with purple silk threads—a real forest.

Ryan seemed to see something and shed tears.But only for a moment to wake up. "Damn it, it's a hallucination!" He roared like a battle cry, trying to wake his companion up.

"You should worry about yourself! Burn it!" I stretched out my hand and detonated the dark flames hidden in his wounds. In an instant, he seemed to be spontaneously combusted, and the unknown dark flames ignited all over his body, and the dark flames gathered into The pattern of the magic circle started a new explosion.In the repeated bursts, Ryan finally fell down unwillingly.

The orc who was fighting with Lance was still indulging in dreams, wrapped in branches and vines in the forest, no need to worry anymore, Lance smiled and raised the knight sword, and shouted: "Let me finish this time!"

Blue lines floated in the arena, and the two shamans who were still resisting were frozen into ice sculptures before they could react.

"Me too, from the magic swordsman department..." Lance said a little proudly.

"The tail of the crane!" Allen came over and gave him a hug.

As the forest turned purple and the spots of light dissipated, only the five members of Herro remained standing on the stage.

"Then I declare that the winner is our Hero College." The headmaster continued to announce weakly but not without shame, and the bright and flaunting vocabulary of "we" came out.

In the warm and heartfelt applause, I looked at Brother Ryan who had turned into a charcoal-grilled orc, and felt sorry from the bottom of my heart.

I hope he can be more flexible in the future. (After all, I kind of like this stupid and shy orc.)

"Master, master, please hug and pocket money!" As soon as I got down, I rushed to the master who was waiting here with his arms open, and began to act like a baby.

"Actually, the last sentence is the key point, right?" Allen joked.

"Although it's very clichéd, I still want to say, I'm proud of you! Five of you have pocket money!" The master decided to spend money as if he had changed his nature.

"Long live!

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"Then, goodbye!" Waving his hands, he bid farewell to the representatives of various colleges.

"Goodbye, little brother, don't worry, I will let you be a fan of the brave in the whole continent!" —— A cult member

"Next time I will work harder to defeat you! You have to grow up! You are a brother recognized by our orcs!" ——A certain two orcs, when did I get your approval, beat you up ?

"Ah, then, I'll look forward to it!" Just smile at this point.

Under the setting sun, on the playground, the red-haired boy started a new round of training, waving his sword.

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{In the end, it was me who turned the tables! }

[I'm very sad, Fei Aiwei, you didn't consider using me at all, it would be easier! 】

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