I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Arms protrude from the Cyclops' eyeballs.

The huge Cyclops was instantly killed without even having time to launch a second attack.

Seeing this scene, Corso let out a huge roar, and his body accelerated again.

And Grote just fell from the sky at this time, and the corpse of the Cyclops behind him rumbled down and became his background board.

bang bang bang~

Hearing the loud voice from the side, Grote turned his head suddenly, and Corso's huge body appeared in his eyes.

No fear.

Go straight up.

Northern warriors, fearless, fearless!

Corso watched his own people being killed by others, and the anger in his heart almost made him lose his mind.

"Trap him!!"

At this moment, the voice in the air made him wake up instantly.

From the corner of the eye, there was already a sea of ​​flames all around, and countless fireballs were still flying densely.

Corso suddenly thought of his powerlessness when he first faced the vampires in the Valley of Giants.

"Roar~" With a roar that shook the sky, Corso rushed up and hugged Grote with his powerful arms without thinking about it.

And after Grote punched Corso's chest, he was directly trapped. He didn't expect that the other party would come out like this, and the Cyclops didn't attack him!

Anger arose in his heart, he wanted to kill this Cyclops! !

No creature dared to allow a northern warrior to be so close to him, even a giant dragon would have to pay a high price.

At the moment when he was about to fight back, countless fireballs came.

Gangroot was just moving at a high speed, no matter how many fireballs there were, they couldn't hit him, but at this moment, after Koso restrained his body, the elemental fireballs, which were more terrifying than a sea of ​​fire, enveloped the land with scorching energy .

"The other Cyclops disperse."

Li De's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Every Cyclops is a precious existence, not only in combat power, but also in production capacity, which can play an irreplaceable role for human beings.

At this time, Grote not only killed nearly [-] magic word bats, but also more than a dozen blood races, and he even killed one non-renewable resource Cyclops.

This loss made his teeth itch.

As a level 15 cyclops, Corso's skin is immune to magic below the third ring. When he was in the valley of giants, facing the endless magic bombardment of the vampires, he forcibly supported himself for nearly 5 minutes without falling down.

So he unscrupulously flooded Corso who restrained Grote with fireballs.

He didn't believe that this northern warrior was really more resistant than Corso, a Cyclops who was immune to magic below the third ring and had the blood of an ancient giant.

Hot and bursting.

Groat was overwhelmed by the fireball after being restrained desperately by Corso.

Even though it was Corso who suffered more damage because of his size, the terrifying heat wave still caused Grote, who had low magic resistance, to be fatally scorched.

Grote was tightly embraced by Corso's chest, and those two arms, which were three times thicker than his waist, were as heavy as mountains. Grote, who had no way to borrow strength, was useless even if he had all the powerful warrior skills in his body. Method.

When he was one-on-one, he even had countless ways to kill the Cyclops, but in this case, he could only compete with the Cyclops in terms of willpower and the most primitive strength.

The left hand was tightly bound, and only the right hand could move. Grote punched Corso's chest frantically.

And the thick armor on Koso's body burst little by little under Grote's terrifying and intensive attacks.

The huge shock force made Corso cough up blood continuously.

In the sky full of flames, the scene of the two fighting each other was cruel and crazy.

At this time, the fireballs not only did not stop, but became more dense.

The vampires who drank the blood of magic power before the start of the battle did not have to worry about the consumption of magic power in the dark night.

Ten seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, and 1 minute later, Corso was trapped in the center of Grote, and the rocks on the ground had already begun to melt, turning into fiery red magma and flowing out.

In the central area scorched by the fireball, Koso and Grote were still full of vitality, and Koso was so angry that his clansmen were killed that he didn't care about the severe pain on his body.

He just wants to kill this damned human warrior! !

Grote, as a soldier in the Northland, has already forged an unyielding and fearless soul, and his tenacious will makes him never shrink back and give up.

Moreover, after activating the Northland bloodline, his body's strong resilience also allowed him to use enough confidence and capital to deal with all this.

The fist in his hand was still crazily attacking the obviously thicker armor on Corso's chest. At this moment, the circumference of the armor was already covered with cracks like spider webs.

2 minute later.

The black armor on Corso's body has turned red under the thousands of degrees of high temperature, and even began to slowly melt.

Even Corso's gray and white wrinkled skin with extremely high magic resistance was still burned by the exaggerated heat.

It is unimaginable to outsiders that the body is baked at thousands of degrees of high temperature, causing horrific pain.

"Roar~~~"

A roar came from his throat, but Koso could feel that the damned human warrior in his hand was still fighting, even though he felt that his state was dropping crazily, and he would die in the high temperature at most, but he still Did not let go.

For Master Kachar, for the City of Daybreak!

The ferocity in the blood was activated by the severe pain, and Corso was already fearless at this moment.

The huge one-eyed has been tightly closed, and it is only relying on subconscious movements to hold the damned human being tight.

The flames are still all over the sky.

Grote could no longer see any other colors in his eyes. Every time he breathed, his lungs and throat would be burned, and then the injuries he received would be quickly healed by the power in his blood.

But the damn Cyclops behind him still didn't let go, no matter how powerful his attack was, the opponent seemed to have no fear.

He had stopped 20 seconds ago because he felt the armor of the Cyclops behind him turn red.

Death is his destination.

Grote was still fearless. He was waiting for the moment when the Cyclops died behind him. He believed that victory would eventually belong to him.

3 minute later.

The armor on Corso's body has completely melted, and the hot molten iron is constantly bubbling.

Corso's will is close to numb at this time, because he can no longer feel the pain on his body.

Every cell and every piece of skin in the body is crazily sending severe pain to the brain, and the superposition of countless severe pains has exceeded the range that the brain can accept.

Corso only felt that his vitality was rapidly disappearing,

He is going to die.

After this idea appeared, scenes from the past appeared in my mind.

Born in the Thunder tribe when he was young, he grew up in hunting,

Slowly in adulthood, he awakened to wisdom,

But in the battle for the chief's position, he was broken and left his tribe because he couldn't beat his brother who had awakened his strength.

hungry and dazed,

Corso still remembers the feeling at that time.

But when he accidentally came to the surface, everything changed.

Although he was defeated by the blood race, he accidentally joined the City of Daybreak and became one of them.

There is no killing here, there is no need to worry about the poisonous monsters appearing from the swamp to kill him, there is no need to go out to find food every day, and there is no need to be afraid of being starved.

They are respected and worshiped by human beings here, and here he has a life he has never had before, and he feels safety and happiness that he has never had before.

And now, it is time for him to contribute to the city of Daybreak.

He usually likes to go to the square to listen to the ideological education class given by the city hall. The class said that Lord Kachar is a great existence who gave them everything, and every resident of Dawn City should have completed Lord Kachar’s order for glory.

Every resident should contribute to Daybreak City.

A long time ago, he needed to fight for the Thunder tribe,

Now he wants to fight for the City of Daybreak.

Right in the middle of the flame that Li De couldn't detect.

A change that no one expected was taking place,

Because of the firm belief in Corso's heart, his vitality gradually stabilized.

Under the crazy burning of thousands of degrees of high temperature, some inexplicable changes slowly appeared in the blood.

The armor on his body turned into molten iron and melted into his body,

The high-temperature molten iron that was supposed to corrode and destroy everything, but under the action of the mysterious power of the blood, slowly fused with his skin and bones.

It was a more severe pain, but Corso was numb at this moment, and he couldn't feel the changes in his body.

All he knew was to use all his strength to restrain the damned human warrior in his arms.

At this time, Grote's attack also slowed down, because he saw the armor turning into molten iron, corroding the Cyclops under him little by little.

Because of the high frequency of using the power of the blood, although he has not yet reached the limit of automatically releasing the power of the blood within 10 minutes, he still reached a critical value at this time.

If he hadn't activated the fearless feature, possessed the special feature of Extreme Intent, an extraordinary warrior, and mitigated a large part of the magic damage with his tenacious will, he would have died many times already.

But even so, Grote's eyes were slowly dimming.

He felt that he was going to die.

Maybe dying with the Cyclops behind him.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Valkyrie of the North who had been ignored by him since the battle.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As a warrior who has gone through all kinds of hardships, he will naturally not make low-level mistakes.

If he had gone to protect the royal blood of the Northern Land from the very beginning, it would be impossible for him to survive till now.

Only when he attracts the attention of most of the enemies on the other side, will his Northern warriors have a chance to escape with the Northern Valkyries.

"I'm going to die after all. Is the glory of the Northland really going to be buried in my hands?"

Grote's eyes were full of gloom. He personally sent the horn of the Northland dragon rhinoceros, which symbolizes the honor of the Northland, and then traded his treasure - Mithril armor, to that damned shadow king for the blood of the golden race. Priest, for this reason he had to use the power of his blood in advance in this battle.

If he hadn't been fooled by the necromancer in the first place, maybe he could still retain a bloodline from the Northland.

However, without the leadership of the royal family of the North, what's the use of keeping the blood of the North?

Grote slowly closed his eyes, this northern warrior who was never afraid to back off already had a premonition of his own death coming.

At this moment, Grote suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the dying Cyclops with an expression of disbelief.

A powerful force full of infinite vitality revived vigorously in his body.

bang bang~

bang bang~

That gigantic heart beat like thunder.

Under Grote's shocking eyes.

Little by little, the molten iron melted into the Cyclops' body.

It seems that the bubbling molten iron is like ordinary spring water.

The melted armor all became part of the Cyclops.

And the wrinkled skin that had just been corroded slowly returned to normal at this moment, appearing an off-white metallic color with a faint bronze luster.

One can feel the unshakable powerful defense ability at a glance.

Even Grote had a premonition that if the Cyclops was attacked by him jumping from the sky, he might not suffer the same damage as before.

Powerful, mysterious, terrifying.

Grote, who was extremely weak, could only look at this powerful life that was slowly recovering with a complicated look.

The mighty northern warrior slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.