Chapter 281: Wind Claws, No Retreat, Moradin's Blessing
"snort!"
Another fireball struck. Rodit just smiled coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. Then he raised his right paw high and grabbed the fireball in the air.
"boom!"
A sharp claw shadow roared out like a storm and instantly hit the flying fireball, shattering it into pieces and scattering them into sparks.
Splitting Wind Claw! A berserk technique exclusive to Behemoth Berserkers of level 8 or above! It can condense its claws into wind and attack enemies from a distance. It is the best complement to Behemoth Warriors who are powerful in melee combat.
Guderian was also shocked when he saw his opponent break the fireball technique with one claw. But then he calmed down and shook the Super Rock in his hand.
"And the fireball technique!?"
Seeing the dwarf still swinging his mallet to blast fireballs, the Summer Palace Knight really couldn't help but scold his mother. Just counting, Guderian had already emptied the total amount of magic power that a second-level mage should have, but he saw
I still have some in stock. If this continues, I wonder if the dwarves will completely treat themselves as "pseudo-mages" and only use magic props to carry out their evil deeds.
However, compared to the surprise of outsiders, Moriarty knew in his heart that the fireball spell stored in Super Rock's bladder was actually empty at this moment. The reason why Guderian wanted to pose like this was obviously to attract Romulo
The knight fought with him in close combat. After all, the Wind-Splitting Claw just now was quite amazing, and its power was comparable to that of an ordinary first-level spell. If he could not lead the opponent closer and solve the problem with fist-to-flesh combat, he might have to turn it over.
Being slowly killed by the Romulo knight using long-distance attacks...
Sure enough, seeing Guderian once again relying on sophisticated equipment to explode spells, Rodit couldn't help but clench his fangs in disgust.
Then, they saw the Romulo knight suddenly dash forward a few steps, then leap up into the air, directly across a distance of nearly twenty meters and many sand vortex traps, and suddenly rushed to the dwarf.
"broken!"
When the human figure arrives, so does the claw shadow!
A pair of sharp claws were as red as blood, shrouding Guderian's entire body in the claw wind.
Level 8 versus level 7, even if the dwarf is equipped with reliable magic equipment, the Romulo knight is confident enough to use his bloodthirsty claw tips to rip off his opponent's flesh alive.
"Shame your ma!"
The howling wind roared, and the sharp claws fell like rain. Although the dwarf fought angrily with the hammer top armor, he was held down tightly. He was hit by countless claws like a solid target. In just a moment, the crystal coating on the surface of the "Wine Barrel Armor"
They exploded one after another. The "petrified skin" that was gifted with magic spells could not withstand the invasion of level eight madness and quickly disintegrated.
"Dwarf! Wait to be skinned!"
The pent-up anger finally burst out, and the Romulo knights attacked and killed without mercy. At the same time, they laughed wildly.
"Tear your bird off! Break it for me!"
After being passively beaten, there was no way to defend. Guderian rose up and struck hard, but was easily dodged by Rodit. After briefly entering the eighth level, the Behemoth warrior's agility was not inferior to when he was riding the beast before.
It is even easier to restrain the relatively slow-moving dwarves.
Next, the Romulo knight did not hold back, and the bloodthirsty claws fell sharply. At the same time, he used the wind-splitting claws to get close and bombard the dwarf's facade and other weak points. Within a moment, Guderian was seriously injured. If it weren't for the wine barrel armor,
The middle layer of satin steel was so thick that Rodit had no choice but to peel off the opponent's "skin" as he said.
"Moriarty, admit defeat. Your followers have been completely suppressed by Rodit, and there is no way to fight back. If the fight continues, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as just being injured!" In the arena, Ronnie smiled half-heartedly.
When he shouted to Moriarty, he immediately began to "persuade him to surrender".
"Staff officer, what do you think?" Ignoring the Summer Palace knight, Moriarty turned his head and looked at the old werewolf.
"The eighth-level Behemoth Berserker Yonglie is very powerful, and he is actually the best among all the races in the Pan-Continent in mid-level close combat. If you can't counter the opponent's fierce attack, or have enough strength to hold on, defeat will be inevitable." Clausewitz
He said calmly: "Unless Guderian can persist until the 'double madness' fails, there is no chance of winning."
"is it possible?"
"It's difficult." The old werewolf shook his head directly: "Right now, the Romulo Knight actually still has some reservations. But if the time is not right, he is likely to go all out to kill."
And just as there was commotion in the arena, the dwarf was hit by Rodit's claws again and again, and even the whole person was caught flying up, and then fell heavily. A trace of blood could no longer be suppressed from Guderian's
The corners of his mouth flowed down.
"Count Ronnie, in the first game we..."
"We are not convinced!"
Although the 10% stake in the red copper mine is not light, it is not worth the life of his followers. Moriarty had decided to admit defeat on the spot, but before he could say the word "admit defeat", Guderian in the arena said:
Xuegao shouted "dissatisfied"!
"Not convinced!?"
Looking at the dwarf with bruises on his face and bloody lips, the Summer Palace Knight smiled coldly. When Rodit on the field heard this shout, his eyes became even colder. At the same time, he roared, his claws condensed in the wind, and he fiercely attacked Guderian.
Grabbing it hard. For a while, the dwarf who had just become a "hero" was beaten countless times again. Moreover, the Romulo knight seemed to be even more unwilling to hold back. He concentrated his bloodthirsty claws on one point and slammed into the dwarf's chest. Not only did he kill the opponent
You have to work hard, and you have to blast it out of the arena in one breath.
"Your Excellency, Guderian!"
Off the court, Naga Tchaikov's face was as dark as water and his breath was heavy.
Although Guderian always likes to bully the Balalaika brothers and "beat and scold" the three of them from time to time, in fact the relationship between the four is very strong, which can be called a life-changing friendship. Therefore, I saw the dwarf being beaten into a sandbag and even vomiting blood.
, Tchaikov wished he could just go on the field and replace the opponent.
"Just wait a little longer."
Moriarty shook his head.
Now that the dwarf has shouted "not convinced", he can no longer give in easily, otherwise Guderian will lose face even more.
"yes."
Although Tchaikov was concerned and confused, he was also a proud warrior and knew the true intentions of the warrior, so he could only continue to watch.
The onslaught of the Romulo Knights continued on the field. Under the bloodthirsty claws with full firepower, the terrifying attack power of the eighth-level Behemoth Berserker was vividly displayed. It was as if he was wrapped in a bloody tornado, and the dwarf could hardly even move.
He stood firm and staggered back again and again. On the ground of the arena, a line of blood was clearly dazzling, and there were even large red stains that dyed Guderian's breastplate a deep red.
"Get out of here!"
Finally, Rodit's ferocious attack forced Guderian to the edge of the arena. One more step and the dwarf would be completely eliminated. At this time, Guderian, who was already seriously injured, seemed unwilling to fail and slammed his hammer.
He hit the ground, then used the mallet as an anchor to secure himself firmly, and at the same time covered his face with his arms, firmly blocking it in front of him. He just withstood the waves of claw attacks from the Romulo Knights and refused to take another step back!
"you wanna die!"
Seeing that the dwarf was so strong, Rodit couldn't help but roared furiously. The next moment, the claw shadow, which was already too sharp to be noticed, surged into an overwhelming storm of bloody claws, drowning Guderian who was carrying him to death.
"I just don't accept it!"
On the helmet, on the armor, on the body, on the arms, claws rose and fell countless times at a time. The dwarf felt that he was pressed under a hundred meters of water, and even breathing was extremely heavy. The blood could no longer be controlled from Guderian.
A large amount of water flowed out of the nostrils and corners of the mouth, and even the barrel breastplate that had been hit hard began to dent in, squeezing the dwarf's ribs and almost breaking them.
Within half a minute, Guderian was completely unrecognizable and injured to the point of vomiting blood.
But even so, the stubborn dwarf still refused to take a step back. It was as if this step was not just as simple as coming down from the arena, but falling directly into the abyss. Even though he had been beaten until he was half-crouching and half-kneeling on the ground, he still carried it to death.
No retreat.
"Your Excellency, it's time to stop, otherwise Guderian's life may be in danger." Clausewitz sighed and said seriously. It seems that the difference between level seven and level eight cannot be erased by unyielding will.
It's flat. Otherwise, the Antagrich Continent would have been dominated by fanatical believers.
"All right."
Moriarty also agreed that this should be the end of it. In the current situation, he was defeated by the Romulo Knight who had turned into a second level of madness. No one could say "wrong".
However, just when Moriarty was about to admit defeat, suddenly, Guderian on the arena slowly started to fight again. And under his feet, a hazy but real silver halo quietly floated.
Then, the dwarf was completely wrapped in it, forming an oval egg curtain.
"This is!?"
Seeing the inexplicable changes on the field, everyone watching the match was surprised. Moriarty seemed to suddenly remember something while being surprised, and he immediately beamed with joy.
"What's going on, Morty?" Margaret, who had been worried about the dwarf, immediately asked after noticing Moriarty's strange appearance.
"Moradin's blessing!"
Moriarty looked at the silver halo surrounding Guderian and said with a smile. Under the protection of the halo, the bloodthirsty claws behind the Romulo Knight seemed to have been cut in half, and the dwarf easily carried him down.
"Moradin's blessing?" The female werewolf was still puzzled.
"That is a sacred blessing given by the dwarf god Moradin to his people. It will only appear when the 'divine incident' occurs or when the dwarves' exclusive combat profession 'Earth Moradin' is promoted." Moriarty explained immediately.
"Progress!? You mean!" Margaret immediately exclaimed.
"Yes, Guderian had 'amazing luck' and actually advanced to the eighth level in this gladiatorial battle!" Moriarty finally laughed.
"Level 8!?"
On the opposite side of the arena, although the werewolf Grand Duke and others had never heard of the name "Moradin's Blessing", their strong eyesight was still real. Seeing the dwarves in the arena rising in power under the silver halo, they fought.
His strength increased across the board, and he immediately understood that the opponent had upgraded during the battle.
"Eighth-level Earth Moradin...why does that person have such good luck every time?" Ekaterina looked at the flushed and excited Guderian, and couldn't help but cast her eyes on Moriarty.
"It looks like Rodit is going to be in trouble."
On the side, Duke Medamoah was more impressed than worried. It was rare to witness the advancement of the mid-level Earth Moradin with his own eyes.
"Not sure yet!"
Ronnie gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with lightning. (To be continued...)
