Black Dragon Code

"Blood..." Some orcs rubbed their eyes and muttered to themselves.

Gall's body undergoes unexpected changes, completely beyond the previous cognition, and his body is rapidly becoming similar to Kalodan.

This is the blood power that had long disappeared from the orcs after the end of the second era, and now it has reappeared in Gal.

Gal reached out and grabbed Calodan's wrist, tightening it suddenly, the wrist bone broke in a "crack" sound, Carlodan growled in pain, he couldn't pull back, Gal's arm was like a trap The beast trap, with a force far exceeding that of the past, firmly clamped his hand.

Carodan turned around and kicked Gal's chest, making a loud bang, with the sound of bones shattering, the two figures separated, and Carodan turned 360 degrees in the air, and fell down.

Gall crouched, his muscles rising and falling like boiling water. He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, took a deep breath, inhaled a huge amount of oxygen, and then slowly stood up.

"It looks like you've tried your best."

Carlodan looked at him and said, "During the glory days, such power was the basic quality needed to become a true chief. A legend is just the beginning."

"But you're done," Gall said.

The two sides kicked off the ground at the same time, and the bent knee joints exploded with extraordinary force. It was hard to imagine that the orc could maintain such a fast speed that the eyes could not follow under the huge body. Garr and Calodan wrestled in the flat valley. They all made deafening roars, they chased each other, and the air waves of fists and feet made people feel real pain.

It is rumored that legendary warriors can bathe in magma, this is their power.

The two fisted and retreated at the same time, crushing rocks under their feet, and Kalodan paused slightly. After all, what he used was not his own body, but only a container. This slight difference can be ignored in the state of superiority against the enemy. Regardless, this weakness will show up when you encounter an evenly matched opponent.

He arched his body and charged again, Gal also rushed forward immediately, his right hand closed into a claw, hooked on Kalodan's elbow and lifted upwards, his left hand was sharp, hitting his armpit hard like an iron awl.

Calodan felt the stagnation of his body and was unable to block the blow, but he was an ancient orc chief who had experienced many battles after all. Although he suffered a great loss, he did not subconsciously pull away at this moment, but endured the blow with his right arm. As if suffering from the pain of a heavy hammer, he slammed into Gal's body very quickly, and his right foot had appeared behind Gall, trying to trip him with a backhand.

If the fighting experience is not rich,

Even with the power of the legendary realm, it is easy to be moved back to the situation by such a sudden move. Unfortunately, Gall's combat experience is absolutely rich. The reason why he can be called the Great Chief by the orc clan of the Black Wing Empire is because of the battle ax and It was punched out with a fist, and the words "Great Chief" were covered with blood and scars.

The speed of the force that was absolutely suppressed before has caught up head-on, and Calodan will no longer be easily knocked down by Calodan. When Calodan's shoulder just touched Calodan's chest, Gal's elbow has already slammed into Calodan's face fiercely. The muffled sound sounded almost at the same time!

Gal clutched his chest and backed away, while Kalodan sat back on the ground, blood and sweat splashed out, and two broken fangs whirled in the air and flew out of the field.

"you lose."

Gal slowed down and took a breath. Although his body hurt like it was about to break, he still barely supported his body and walked forward slowly.

The orc's emotional intelligence is relatively low, but until now, he has roughly understood Kalodan's intentions. The opponent is fully capable of killing himself in the first battle, but Kalodan didn't do that, but continued to fight. Humiliation and ridicule to squeeze his own potential, which eventually led to his own defeat.

"It seems that you have figured it out, kid." Kalodan looked up at him, with blood between his teeth.

"Is that what you want?" Gal gasped.

"Monet's will drove me here. To be honest, I didn't expect that my opponent would be descendants of orcs." He smiled: "I want to see if my descendants are qualified. If it's bad, you're dead by now."

"So, the curse isn't real, right?"

"of course it's true."

Carlodan said affirmatively: "You children, I am afraid that you will not be able to get involved in legends in your whole life. That is our fault. The defeat in the Second Era brought great suffering to the orcs, and it is a thousand times more difficult to break free from the shackles than before. .”

"Thank u."

Gal took a deep breath, and seemed to use all his strength to say two words: "Ancestor."

"I don't need to say thank you, but you have to remember that you can't lift the curse of the orc with your own strength. That black dragon is very strong, very strong. Since you are fighting for it, if you have the opportunity, you can try to request... ..."

In the middle of speaking, Kalodan suddenly stopped talking, his eyes were bloodshot for an instant, his muscles surged again, and there was a crackling sound of bone rotation in his body.

His shoulders trembled suddenly, and with the drastic changes in his bones, Kalodan's body surged like a mountain and a tsunami of murderous intent, a completely different momentum spread out, and the majestic power flowed on the surface of his body. He stretched out his hand, and the dark giant blade slammed Crying back into the hand.

Gal's pupils shrank into needlepoints in an instant. He didn't know what happened in Kalodan's body, but this was by no means a force they could resist at the moment. I'm afraid Erha and Nero wouldn't even be able to come close to him!

The rumbling air wave was deafening, and the next moment it disappeared into nothingness. It was like two paintings switching abruptly. The dark giant blade that was still held in Calodan's hand just now had been inserted into his own chest.

"This is..." Gal looked confused.

"You don't need to understand, this has nothing to do with orcs."

Calodan sat with his legs spread out, let go of the hand holding the giant blade, and his breath returned to the calmness before, blood quickly seeping into his chest and back: "Could you come here a little bit, kid."

"Okay." Gal thought for two seconds, nodded and agreed, he took a few steps forward, bent down on one knee and half knelt down, and looked at Carlodan.

"May I have your name?"

"Gal."

"What about the last name?"

"Gal Stoneraven."

Since the defeat of the Second Era dynasty, many famous orc surnames have been hunted down by humans and disappeared. Most of the surviving orcs did not have their own surnames and could only take the surnames of regrouped tribes, just like the current Like the Northern Jackal Clan.

"That's stupid, let's change it. How about Scalon?" Calodan's dark face showed a faint smile: "Gal Scalon."

"……good."

Gall bowed and bowed his head before Kalodan.

Calodan put his palm on Gal's head, and said in a very low tone: "Prince Calodan Scaron, you are allowed to take Scaron as your surname. I swear by my blood to witness that the descendants of orcs bear the name of their ancestors." .”

Every time he said a word, a big puddle of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his voice was extremely weak after speaking.

"Are you—are you leaving?"

"The times have changed, maybe the Elradia orcs are no longer qualified to climb to the top." Carodan smiled, raised his weak hand, and thumped his chest: "But boy, even if you can't regain the glory of the past, To become a very powerful guy..."

This was the last sentence in Carlodan's life, and he closed his eyes after speaking.

His soul can neither go to the kingdom of God nor enter hell. After voluntarily dissipating, it can only drift with the wind and turn into nothingness. Even if Monet resurrects the dark orc derivative again in the future, it will no longer be Kalodan.

Galtuo sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly, his limbs didn't seem to belong to him.