Chapter 24: Duelling and Discrimination

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When Lautner saw the rage of the pale Orc, he waved his sword and tore a line of blood in the Orc army.

His speed was as fast as lightning. When the light from the sword disappeared completely, he also arrived in front of the pale Orc. Behind him, there were all the Orcs who had been sliced by him. It was a shocking scene, with broken limbs and blood flowing like a river…

A middle-level Elf with Epic blood, who also had the hidden profession of a Devil Hunter Ranger, had terrifying strength and when facing these Orcs, he could really fight them alone!

“Oh, a pale Orc? A rare species in the second era. My father killed dozens of them. Where did you come from?” Lautner looked carefully at the pale Orc. The pale Orc’s air was slightly higher but was not a level higher.

He did not show that he cared and looked over with an expression of contempt.

Of course, he knew clearly in his heart. Gripping his long sword tightly in his hand, he prepared to start fighting.

And the pale Orc?

He disliked those big eyes of the Elves!

Or it could be said that none of the races liked those beautiful, arrogant, ‘I feel that you’re scum’, ‘I’m your ancestor’, ‘I killed your great grandfather’, ‘I killed your grandfather, your father’, ‘If I can’t kill you I can torture you’, ‘come and fight me’, ‘you can’t beat me’. ‘I lived longer than you so I’m impressive’ eyes of the Elves.

Anyway, in terms of attracting hate, Elves were first to none in the Gods land, basically, they would fill it up.

So Lautner’s words had already made the pale Orc tremble with anger.

They did not fight directly, which was also the tradition of ‘Gods’ for many years. When two armies fought, if the generals of the armies met, they would mock and curse each other, increasing the hate points, then continue.

“I’ll pull your head off. Your sharp ears are determined to save those dwarfs?” Although the pale Orc was the commander-in-chief of this army, he had a mission after all. The intelligence of the Orc with this kind of bloodline would not be low.

Even though Elves and Orcs were enemies, he still wanted to ask if they could avoid this battle!

After all, it was not that he was afraid. He was just asking casually. He did not care whether the swearing would lead to the inevitable beginning of the war.

When Lautner heard what he wanted… He did not bother to continue listening and directly sent out a mouthful of Elf Mucus, which landed on the pale Orc’s beloved big sword…

Without doubt.

The two guys were in no mood to talk, so they got into a fight in an instant.

……

William stood on the top of the tree, temporarily stopping the Elves from shooting arrows because the Orcs had not taken the initiative to surround Lautner.

This was an inevitable one-off!

When someone could tear apart an army camp and even rushed to the front of the enemy’s general, no one could stop this kind of one on one behavior. Otherwise, they would be rejected by the Gods.

A few years after the Gods were chosen to come to land, no one spoke to the players about paying attention to the Gods’ etiquette. As long as the enemy belonged to the immortal heavenly chosen, then it was over.

As for the Elves, they were foul-mouthed and even spat their phlegm?

Wasn’t that normal?

Did Elves not need to sh*t and pee?

Must the fart of Elves be fragrant?

Did Elves not need to bathe?

Were you going to say that Goddesses, aren’t like that? Sh*tting would make you lose the halo around you. When the Goddess heard this, it would be strange if she did not slap you to death…

In a word, in a game like ‘Gods’, you would get to see the real Elf race and maybe all races.

You could even see the great difference between Elves on the battlefield and during normal days!

You could see the perfect, elegant and kind character of Elves in a peaceful forest.

On the battlefield, you could see how they waved their swords at any living creature, no matter how sick or disabled, old or young. Their indifference to life often gave a great shock to many people who did not know the truth.

They were the most extreme creatures, but also the best warriors!

Bang!

Both of them used swords, a one-handed sword, and a two-handed epee. According to principle, when these weapons collide, the user of the one-handed sword would often be suppressed. But the advantage brought by bloodline and profession allowed Lautner to be equal in this fight.

The surging battle energy was raging for a radius of ten meters!

The grass and trees were crushed into pieces, with wave after wave flying into the distance.

In just a few seconds there were many bloodstains on them as they could not block every attack.

Elves were not afraid of getting hurt if the enemy was hurt too.

A true pure-blooded Elf had no weak points!

Their defense was much higher than other races.

Especially Lautner, a Boss of Epic blood. He knew that he had a huge amount of blood in his body and he was not afraid to let it flow!

The two fought hard together, their battle energy flying. The ground under their feet collided together because of their battle energy and the scene was shocking.

The Orcs were shouting and would discuss form from time to time. Who would win?

If their leader lost, what would happen to them?

Erm…

Wasn’t this something to consider after they failed?

But seeing their leader, who had the advantage, retreating back, they felt an uneasiness in their hearts…

The Elves were standing expressionlessly on the tree, not cheering or shouting. There was only silence, their eyes staring fixedly at the center of the battlefield, preparing to attack at any time.

Were the Elves not excited?

Of course they were.

But they felt that it was too degrading for them to shout and scream. It did not fit their arrogant status…

After all, they were all long-lived species and had a lot of experience. They must not have the same behavior as these short-lived species, otherwise, it would definitely pull down the status of the Elves.

So.

Seeing the Elves’ charging, fighting expressionlessly and not even uttering a word of pain when being cut to death was all because of the snobbishness of the race…

William stared fixedly at the battlefield. He was not too worried about Lautner losing!

According to what he thought, Lautner would win and this group of Orcs would not be able to run away.

Otherwise, why would William, who was so short of troops, come to save these Dwarfs?

But the thing he was most worried about was, who was the person behind these Orcs?

Was it an ordinary Orc tribe?

Or were they a clan under the Giant Dragon?

There was a great difference between the two.

Although the Giant Dragon would not have the thought to seek revenge for the Orcs, it might eat them because of their failure.

One could never be too careful.

If the Giant Dragon on the Snow Mountain were to leave the mountain ahead of time.

Then there would be some fun in the town… If there were no accidents.

In the later stages of version 1.0, the Giant Dragon of Snow Mountain was almost a level 70 Legendary Boss.

Now it was a year before the beta testing.

If the Giant Dragon was not level 70 yet, it was at least around level 60!

In any case, this Giant Dragon was a huge threat.

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