Chapter 91 Duel

Cowen recited the incantation silently and focused on releasing the magic.

The 'Holy Light Barrier' he released this time is a compound magic that has been improved by him.

The "Holy Light Barrier" pioneered by Kewen only has a healing effect, which can continuously heal injuries and enhance the power of allies within the barrier.

Inside the basic version of the "Holy Light Barrier", human soldiers can barely fight orcs, and they will no longer be easily killed by orcs.

But even so, with less than 2,000 soldiers now, they can barely fight against the same number of orcs.

But there are nearly 10,000 orcs right now, and the gap between the numbers is too great.

Therefore, Kewen can only use the enhanced version of the 'Holy Light Barrier'.

An enhanced version of magic, in which Kewen added the lethality of the 'light magic element'.

But Cowen has a lot of things in this period of time, and there is not enough time for him to completely perfect the magic.

Therefore, the lethality of the magic of 'Holy Light Barrier II' is still somewhat insufficient. The 'light magic element' mixed in the 'Holy Light' can only play a weak burning effect.

But in the current situation, the enhanced version of the magic is enough.

Because the orcs don't know much about magic, they were hesitant about the 'Light Barrier'.

When some orcs tried to put their hands into the enchantment and were burned by the 'light element', even if they did not cause real damage to them, it still made those orcs seem to be startled, exclaiming and quickly shrinking their arms go back.

As a result, no orc dared to rush into the barrier.

When the stalemate appeared, Kewen finally stabilized the magic barrier.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the camp gate.

During the short charge just now, nearly a thousand human soldiers fell on the way.

Perhaps not all the soldiers were completely killed, and there should be some who could not be seriously injured.

Therefore, Kewen controlled the magic again, and he spread the holy light barrier towards the camp gate.

The result made him sigh a little.

Because when the 'Holy Light Barrier' enveloped all the fallen soldiers,

Only less than 300 soldiers stood up again, and the remaining 800 or so soldiers were truly dead.

This is a pity for the somewhat 'perfectionist' Kewen.

But others don't think so.

King Wrynn couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes after seeing the more than 200 soldiers who got up again.

He even laughed happily: "The Holy Light is on! Kewen! You have saved more lives!"

Hearing this, Kewen sighed silently, and then double cast spells, causing his body to be lifted up by the whirlwind.

When Kewen rose to an altitude of more than 30 meters, he looked down at the nearly ten thousand orcs surrounded by the barrier.

Then, he raised his right hand with his sword fingers and placed it on his neck.

Under the effect of the amplification spell, a word quickly spread throughout the battlefield: "Makgola—"

The voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The orcs looked at each other in astonishment, then raised their heads and set their sights on Kewen in the air.

After a while, I don't know which orc started and responded with a roar: "Makgola!"

The sound made the orcs stunned for a moment, and then the atmosphere instantly ignited.

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

...

Gradually, all the orcs raised their weapons and shouted about the dueling traditions of their race.

Below, King Wrynn was stunned. He glanced at the fanatical orcs, wondering what Cowen said, so that all the orcs reacted in this way.

"Makgola!"

Beside, Garona was infected by the atmosphere, and suddenly raised her sword and shouted.

The people around were taken aback, and King Wrynn finally found his target, and quickly asked, "Garona! What does Macgora mean!?"

"It's our tradition!!!"

With pride and enthusiasm as an orc, Garona proudly explained to King Wrynn: "The strongest fight to the death! The victor gets all the glory!"

"duel!?"

King Wrynn quickly raised his head, looked at Kewen in the air and said, "Kowen is going to duel with the orcs?"

"Of course it's him!"

Garona nodded heavily: "Because he proposed it! Therefore, the duelist cannot be replaced!"

King Wrynn retracted his gaze and continued to ask Garona, "What form is the duel in? Can magic be used?"

"Of course not!" Garona explained seriously: "You can use your bare hands! You can use weapons! But you must never use spells!"

"Can't use magic!?"

King Wrynn quickly raised his head again, staring at Kewen worriedly: "But... Kewen is a mage!"

Garona frowned when she heard the words, she finally remembered that she now belongs to the human side.

"This...there is no way..."

Garona showed a worried look: "Since he has sent the signal of 'Makgola', he can't change the candidate..."

"Kovinta..."

King Wrynn didn't finish his sentence.

Because Kewen suddenly put away his magic, the 'Holy Light Barrier' that enveloped the battlefield quickly disappeared.

"Cowen!"

King Wrynn hurriedly raised his head and shouted, "They can't use magic in their duel!!!"

Cowen heard King Wrynn's voice, he bowed his head from the air, smiled and nodded to King Wrynn.

Then, without waiting for King Wrynn to say anything, Kewen immediately activated his figure and slowly flew down to the open space ahead.

When his feet landed, the orc camp suddenly became noisy.

All the orcs were shouting and shouting, looking for someone who was qualified to duel with Cowen.

In the end, a passage was let out by the orcs, and the 'Black Hand' with green skin and a larger physique walked out.

Kewen was a little surprised. He didn't expect the opponent's life to be so hard.

He had used two waves of large-scale magic before, almost ploughing the entire camp one after the other.

In this way, the other party was lucky enough to survive?

Just as Kewen was looking at the black hand, as the great chief of the tribal coalition army, the black hand had already walked to the center of the open space.

Black Hand squinted his green eyes, stared at Kewen with a slightly excited expression, then raised his left hand, which had turned into a savage claws, and shouted loudly: "Makgola—"

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

...

Nearly ten thousand orcs shouted in unison.

At this moment, Orgrim suddenly walked out from the crowd.

He held a hammer in his left hand and a tribal battle flag in his right hand, and then shoved the battle flag into the ground behind Black Hand.

Taking a step forward, Orgrim stood behind Black Hand and said in a deep voice, "Can you give me this duel?"

The black hand was stunned.

But before Blackhand got angry, Orgrim immediately said: "Durotan's death is largely due to him! So I think..."

"go back!"

Blackhand interrupted angrily, turned around and reprimanded Orgrim: "This glory! It can only belong to me!"

Orgrim was silent.

He stared at Black Hand's angry and urgent eyes, and could only retreat silently.

Black Hand finally showed a satisfied grin.

He turned around to look at Kewen, and asked loudly, "Do you understand our traditions!?"

Kewen nodded: "I don't know how to use spells."

Black Hand grinned with satisfaction, and his fangs made his appearance even more hideous.

Then, Black Hand raised his left hand, which had turned into a claws: "This thing is growing on me! It can only be counted as a weapon! So you can also use a weapon!"

Kewen glanced at the sharp claw full of fel energy, then shook his head: "No need."

Raising his right fist in front of him, Kewen said flatly, "I just use my fist."

"You must use weapons!"

Black Hand was unwilling, and his tone was a little impatient: "That would make 'Makgora' seem unfair! Kill you! I won't get any glory!"

"Cowen!"

King Wrynn, who heard Garona's simultaneous translation, suddenly shouted.

When Corvin turned his head to look, King Wrynn immediately walked out of the guard formation of the soldiers.

Throwing off the tug of the legion commander and the soldiers, King Wrynn strode to Kewen, then held the 'King Sword' in his hands with both hands, and handed it to Kewen with a solemn expression.

In response, Kewen looked at the other party, then smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Clang!

A broadsword with a golden lion embossed from its scabbard by Cowen.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Kewen pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, then nodded and said, "Please go back, Your Majesty, the duel will be over soon."

"you……"

King Wrynn still looked worried, but he knew that it was over and it was useless to say anything, so he could only raise his hand and pressed Kewen's shoulder.

"Be careful!" whispered King Wrynn. "If you lose, use magic! We still have a fight!"

Kewen wanted to end all this early, so he didn't say more, nodded and turned to look at the black hand.

Seeing this, King Wrynn had to sigh secretly and return to the array.

woo-

Horns rose from the army of orcs, announcing the start of the duel.

Black Hand couldn't hold back his eagerness to get the glory, so he started pacing impatiently from side to side, keeping his eyes fixed on Kewen, waiting for Kewen to make his preparations.

Seeing this, Kewen handed the broadsword to his left hand, then stretched his right hand forward, pointed back, and gestured to invite battle.

Seeing this, Black Hand immediately strode forward with a grin.

The cacophony disappeared, and the whispering was interrupted.

At this moment, whether it was the beastman or the human, everyone of the two races couldn't help but keep quiet.

The orcs looked expectant, looking forward to seeing their warchief take down their opponent's head.

On the human side, they held their breaths, and everyone widened their eyes nervously.

At this time, Kewen in the field finally moved.

Holding the broadsword casually, Kewen slowly walked away, facing the black hand with a calm expression...