I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

At the top of the mountain, Bennett watched the farce below, his gray eyes narrowed slightly.

"Alan has his own ideas. There's no need for that. You just need to rush in front of Hannibal and everything will be over."

He injected so much magic power into Allen with the intention of allowing Allen to rush directly to Hannibal.

But Alan is an orthodox knight. He does not believe in the power of wizards, or rather, in his memory, no wizard can fight Hannibal.

So his idea was to use the magic power given to him by Bennett, rely on the acceleration brought by the magic, and rely on inertia to deal a heavy blow to Hannibal.

If this is handed over to the wizard, Hannibal should be killed.

Bennett sighed.

The plan went wrong, and Allen was not a tool without ideas.

Alan had never seen Scourge at his full strength, and he had never seen with his own eyes how powerful and weird the wizard was.

The sword that could split the meteorite of the Meteor Master with one sword was indeed powerful enough, and it also made Alan full of confidence.

But, Alan, Master Meteorite was just teasing you.

But Bennett didn't care. Fortunately, he sent Beth over as well, although his original intention was to blow Beth to death together.

But now, hasn't Beth also bought time for Alan?

Bennett injected magic into his eyes, and he saw the fight between Beth and Hannibal clearly.

……

The orcs surrounded Hannibal and Beth, unable to make up their minds for a moment.

The meaning of the sacred challenge to the orcs is the pride and worship engraved in their bones.

The orcs, who are organized into tribes, actually do not have a strong ability to resist risks.

What restrains them is not strength, but food.

Their strong bodies require large amounts of food, and only large monsters can satisfy their needs.

Large monsters require large hunting grounds.

Conflicts between tribes often revolve around hunting grounds.

In ancient times, all-out wars often broke out between tribes, and the warring tribes always ended up in a lose-lose situation, and no one could hunt large monsters anymore.

Regardless of whether the two tribes win or lose, they will eventually perish.

Until one day, an orc, who was leading his tribe to open up hunting grounds, made a suggestion to his opponent:

"For the sake of our people, let us two leaders decide the fate of our people."

A one-on-one duel to preserve the strength of the tribe.

There is rarely any intrigue among orcs, and the empty hunting grounds prevent them from thinking too much about their own kind.

The two hit it off immediately.

The winning tribe took over the pasture, and the losing tribe preserved its strength and opened up new hunting grounds on the border of the grassland.

The orc who proposed a one-on-one duel was revered as a god of war by the orcs, even though he died humiliatingly in the mouth of a monster during an encirclement and suppression campaign.

Hannibal looked at Beth. He really couldn't imagine that this seemingly little girl actually knew so much about orcs.

The duel represents not only personal glory, but also the laws of life of the orcs on the grassland and their compassion for life.

Such a confrontation cannot be tarnished.

"Great Chieftain, she is not an orc and is not qualified to participate in the sacred duel."

The speaker was Lusitaia, and his words were not only addressed to Hannibal, but also to the orcs around him.

Hannibal lost both arms, and Lusitaia was worried about Hannibal's failure.

However, the surrounding orcs hesitated.

Hannibal sighed in his heart. For thousands of years, the orc culture has always been despised by humans as barbaric.

But today, the one who is regarded as the most sacred among humans wants to save his own life by using the rules of the orcs.

Isn't this a kind of irony to human self-proclaimed civilization?

Of course, Hannibal knew that Beth was just stalling for time.

“Beth is a fighter, first and foremost.”

Hannibal took a step forward and spoke to the orcs around him.

"Second, this is a war between us and humans for hunting grounds."

The orcs nodded again, their faces showing excitement and excitement, and they made way for a circular battlefield.

As Hannibal walked towards the center, the orcs shouted in unison.

This is honor, this is survival, and it is also the orcs' proudest tradition.

Beth looked at the orcs around her. She was under a lot of pressure. Hannibal had lost both arms, but he still had the ability to summon the Sea of ​​Faith.

Although Beth was in good health, she had no knight by her side, and her Tree of Power was of no use at all.

Beth looked at Alan who was standing beside her. He was still accumulating strength.

As soon as Allen comes, Hannibal will focus his attention on Allen, and she will have the right to escape.

"Tell me your name, Beth. I accept your challenge."

Hannibal was totally fearless and he was the one who took advantage.

Bennett clapped his hands in admiration on the top of the mountain. He was very interested in the abilities of mortals and saints. Such battles were extremely rare and were excellent material.

Although Adam was very far away from the battlefield, he also felt the struggle. He was a little worried about Beth. As mortals, he and Hannibal held the same opinion.

The saints are the hope of racial struggle.

After hesitating for a moment, Adam rushed to the battlefield. He didn't want Beth to die here.

"Beth. Holy body. Daughter of God. The challenge begins."

Beth has the faith to summon the saints in her heart, and her golden pupils exude indifference and detachment. Without the knight following her, the Tree of Power cannot gain power, but she is firm in her belief and will never let herself fall here.

Hannibal's momentum was much stronger. He vowed to kill Beth here and never let her have the chance to leave alive.

Countless blue dots of light emerged from the horizon, like stars in the night sky and green algae in the sea.

The surging land of desires, the fleeting ideals, these small yet enduring thoughts once again provide the great chief with the strength to move towards destruction.

Hannibal stepped forward and reached Beth in an instant. He kicked out, and the air around him made a mournful sound.

Beth was horrified. She raised the sword in her hand. The desire to survive aroused her instincts, and her belief would not allow her to die like this.

The sword slashed Hannibal's leg, but left no mark.

Beth rolled over quickly to avoid the kick.

But the powerful force destroyed the surrounding ground. The kick passed by Beth, and the aftermath still made Beth rush out more than ten meters.

Hannibal stood where he was. He should have stepped forward to deliver another kick, but now his attention was attracted by another person.

Beth also looked at the white light coming towards her. It was Alan.

Hannibal looked at Allen as if his heart was being gripped by something. He felt the call of death.

He was puzzled.

But no matter what, he would not back down. If he wanted to stop himself, he would have to risk his life.

"Roar!"

Hannibal roared, jumped up and rushed towards Allen.

The white light collided with the blue ocean, and the warhorse under Alan collapsed instantly. This attack was simply not something that could be blocked by God's gift.

Alan's figure shot out violently.

Allen did not die because Hannibal held back at the last moment.

The orcs were about to surround Allen when Hannibal's voice came from the other side.

"You can't kill him. He can't die."

Beth saw Alan coming over and rushed out as well.

Alan is her only hope of getting out alive.