Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Icestorm's fangs dug deep into his lips.

In the blood that flowed out, streaks of light as thin as hair were inlaid.

Kasava's question was beyond her ability to answer.

Because she didn't know why she had such a special physique.

High orcs generally do not reject hybrids.

It doesn't matter whether you mix with ogres, hill giants, frost barbarians, or abyssal demons.

Many high-ranking orcs also traveled across mountains and rivers to find hill giants and trolls to challenge and seek mates.

There is no other reason.

Because hill giants and trolls are big enough.

In the aesthetics of high orcs, the bigger the more beautiful.

And defeating bigger opponents, conquering bigger opposite sex, of course, can show one's bravery even more.

The vast majority of mixed races, as long as they have unparalleled strength, can be recognized and favored by the clan, and through the blood-giving ceremony, they can become pure Turanian warriors.

If the strength is not enough, it is a lowly rat people.

And the lineage of the rat people is something that no one cares about.

Only the mixed blood with the Holy Light Human Race is an absolute taboo.

Because the hybrids of the high-level orcs and the Holy Light human race, the totem power and the power of the Holy Light in their bodies often conflict with each other, resulting in hybrids who can only choose one of the powers.

Even this kind of power will be constantly disturbed and eroded by another power, and it will become extremely weak and unstable.

Basically, a hybrid of a high-level orc and a Holy Light human race is like a ticking time bomb on the battlefield. No one knows what will happen to him when he unleashes his extraordinary power. Maybe the whole person will explode and die. It is not uncommon for the surrounding teammates to be affected.

As early as tens of millions of years ago, because of the continuous attack by the two sides, mixed races were very common.

Regardless of the high-level orcs or the Holy Light Human Race, they have all tried to assimilate the half-bloods, using their own bloodlines to completely conquer the minds of the enemy bloodlines.

However, with meditation, training and fighting, out-of-control incidents continued to occur and became more and more serious. Gradually, the hybrids of the high-level orcs and the Holy Light Human Race were considered to be cursed by the true god and the ancestor spirit at the same time, which was unknown and unclean. The existence of human beings is something that shouldn't have been born in this world. As a result, it was unanimously hostile by the two camps.

Today, it is rare to see this special mixed race.

Even if the high-level orcs and the Holy Light people really gave birth to offspring for some reason, they would often find a way to make him stillborn, or drown him directly when he was born.

It's not cruel.

It is the greatest kindness of parents to their children who bear a sad fate.

Let him die without pain when he knows nothing about the cruelty of this world.

Lest he grow up and become an enemy of the whole world.

Ice Storm didn't know why he was different from other half-breeds.

When she presents the side of a high-level orc, she can fully display the power of the ancestral spirit from her father's line, and even the powerful totem armor of "Mithril Ripper" is recognized by her control.

You must know that when other hybrids try to grow and equip the totem armor, the totem armor is not always silent, maintaining the state of liquid metal, and unwilling to pour into the hybrid's body.

It is to directly turn the hybrid into a monster of flesh and metal, deformed and twisted - the original warrior.

And when she suppresses the power from her father and raises the power of the holy light from her mother to the extreme, she can be like a person who has stood firm in the long night for decades, watering the world with the blood of countless demons and orcs. Like the night watchman who is devout to the true god, he does not need to meditate for too long, nor does he need to recite many mantras, he can instantly arouse powerful magic or even divine spells.

Kasav was right.

She is certainly not a devout follower of the true God.

She didn't even believe a word of "the power of the holy light will eventually purify the entire earth".

Not only did she not believe it, her mother even didn't believe a word of it.

The only relationship between the two of them, mother and daughter, and the night watchman is probably that when she was a child, she was chased and killed by the night watchman for a full ten years.

Perhaps, only her father knows the answer.

Know why a high-level orc and a witch who was exiled, wanted, hunted down, cursed, hated and feared by everyone, the evil seed born can exert the purest power of the holy light without any effort.

Therefore, Ice Storm must find his father.

Before she is wiped out by this world, find out the truth and the meaning of her coming to this world.

If he wants to find his father, he must escape from the city of Noire.

If you want to escape from Blackcorner City, you must first escape from Kasav's clutches.

In an instant, the light in the eyes of the snow leopard female warrior or the frost queen became extremely intense and condensed.

She thought about what the Reapers had taught her in the past month.

Ice Storm felt that the most important thing that this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes taught her was not the miraculous method of exerting force, nor the extremely powerful sword technique, or the combination of exquisite tactics.

It's his way of thinking.

As calm as an ice pick, as sharp as a razor, and sometimes, as a hidden way of thinking like a poisonous snake dormant in the depths of a swamp.

In this way of thinking, the most important point is, no matter how dangerous adversity you are in, don't give up lightly.

Always be sharp, always be confident, always be fighting.

If you think that now is the worst situation, in any case, things can't get worse, can they?

Sensing the subtle psychological changes in the ice storm, Kasav was silent for a moment.

"Ice Storm, you are really my treasure, you are a great miracle."

Kasava chuckled lightly, "Then, let us see how long your miracle can last!"

The arm-thin iron fence on one side of the dungeon was slowly raised again amidst the sharp and piercing sound of gears snapping together, revealing the dark corridor behind.

There was a strong smell of blood coming from the corridor, and two pairs of red eyes like will-o'-the-wisps emerged.

The ferocious figure with two protruding teeth and a metal exoskeleton slowly emerged from the darkness.

When they saw the corpses of the same kind smashed by the ice storm in the dungeon, the fierceness in their eyes became more intense, but their movements became more cautious, one left and one right, constantly circling around the ice storm.

Ice Storm snorted coldly, no longer retaining its strength.

With the slight but super-fast trembling of the lips, the silent mantra stirred up circles of light patterns, which continuously lingered on the arms, and finally gathered into the flames of the palms tightly clenched.

When the two protruding teeth jumped up high at the same time, and rushed towards her chest and the back of her head, Ice Storm shook his arms, and the flames held in his palms seemed to be injected with a large amount of combustion accelerant, and the milky white flames shot out all of a sudden. The height of the three-five arms forms two curved light blades.

The texture on the surface and the jagged edges made it look like two crystal clear, shining wings, firmly covering the chest and back of the ice storm.

The two Tuya Roars collided with the shining wings.

It was like running into a burning wall of iron and steel.

The contact surface suddenly made a "chichi, chichi" sound.

On the exoskeleton that seemed to be made of metal, there were large black scorched marks that seemed to have been burned.

The two protruding teeth screamed at the same time, and were bounced off by the light wings.

Ice Storm's eyes shone brightly, and under the cover of the light wings, his figure turned into a bolt of lightning, catching up with one of them.

"Shua!"

The light-winged blade easily cut into the depths of the joints where Tu Yahou did not cover the metal exoskeleton.

Accompanied by the light flames, the light blade drove straight into Tu Yahou's body, destroying all the bone seams and joint joints, and then turned into hundreds of beams of light, and drilled out from various parts of the body.

This protruding tooth roar didn't even have time to make a scream, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, scattered on the ground, unable to move.

At this time, the other Tuya Roar roared behind the ice storm.

In the roaring sound, circles of air ripples expanded and exploded with the sound waves, and even the entire dungeon vibrated together, as if in the next second, the four walls and the ten thousand tons of rock on the ceiling would collapse.

Ice Storm narrowed his eyes, flicked his arms, and the light wings whirled, splitting into hundreds of glittering feathers as thin as cicada's wings.

Hundreds of shiny feathers dragged out gorgeous rays of light, shooting towards Tuyahou like a gust of wind and rain.

Although most of the feathers are blocked by the metal exoskeleton of the protruding teeth, only a little black trace that seems to be burned by high temperature is left.

But because Tuyahou had to open his bloody mouth to launch a sonic attack, there were still a lot of feathers that shot directly into the depths of its throat, or pierced through the upper jaw and pierced into its brain.

Tuyahou's roar stopped abruptly.

What spewed out from the depths of his throat was no longer a fatal sound wave, but a mass of shattered flesh and blood.

Even its eyeballs were blinded by the feathery power of the holy light, turning into two holes gushing red spring water.

The poor beast rolled on the floor in pain.

Even the extremely solid metal exoskeleton on its body gradually decomposed and turned into a liquid metal form, as if it was unwilling to parasitize on this hopeless beast.

However, before the ice storm stepped forward, he used the light blade to give it a good time.

It was smashed to pieces by a huge bone hammer with metallic luster.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the depths of the corridor, there was a shock comparable to the bombardment of dwarven artillery.

A gigantic totem beast squeezed into the dungeon.

It is like a giant crocodile in heavy armor.

The nested armor is also covered with daunting spikes.

A hammer-shaped bone tumor protruded from each side of the head.

At the end of the tail, which is more than five arms long and more flexible than the tentacles, there is also a bone hammer that is more than one arm long and looks like a meteor hammer.

Just now it was this bone hammer that smashed the protruding teeth into a meat paste.

"Hammer armored dragon!"

Ice Storm gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, there are such terrifying totem beasts in the Blood Skull Arena!