The silhouettes of the female Elf and the old Orc overlapped and intertwined with each other.
The clanging sounds of swords and sabers colliding could be heard from time to time, accompanied by the roars of the Orc, the shouts of the Elven girl, and the cheers of the surrounding players.
The shockwaves caused by the collision of the two forces stirred up sand and dust, and cracks of up to half a meter deep could be seen on the ground.
These were the traces left behind by the battle between the two sides.
The area within 20 meters of the two combatants had become an empty area, and no one dared to step forward.
Although more and more players came to watch the battle after hearing the news, they only stood at a distance, cheering, sighing, and whistling …
No one had the guts to step forward.
The full strength of a Silver class player was far superior to that of an Iron class player.
Especially when the opponent was a Mid Silver class Orc Warrior!
On the other side was Jasmine Undermoon, who was ranked third on the combat power ranking.
In fact, although Jasmine Undermoon was ranked third, no one doubted that her one-on-one combat power was second only to Boxed Lunch.
That was because the person ranked second was a certain rich little girl who could beat everyone else just by relying on her equipment rating.
However, equipment rating was just equipment rating.
A certain rich little girl might be the best in the whole server with her AOE skills, but she might not be the best in a one-on-one duel.
The aftermath of a battle between a player who was at the pinnacle of existence and a Silver-ranked NPC was naturally something that normal players could not step into.
The Redsand Tribe had already fallen, and it was time to reap the rewards. No one wanted to be affected by the aftermath of the battle and be directly sent back to the spawn point.
The Silver class players who were alarmed by the commotion could only watch from afar.
"This is a battle between me and him, don't interfere."
Jasmine Undermoon said to the other players before the battle.
She was quite famous in the whole server.
Many people knew that this Valkyrie liked to fight strong players one-on-one, and she did not even need a healer during the battle. So, no one dared to interfere with her.
Of course, this was also the girl's way of showing her respect to the Orc.
As the epicenter of the battle, Jasmine Undermoon was feeling unprecedentedly satisfied.
It had been a long time since she had encountered such a satisfying battle.
This old orc was very strong, and it made her feel the thrill of a life and death battle when she first encountered a magical beast in the wild.
Even her gloomy mood from before gradually disappeared like smoke in thin air.
Warm liquid flowed down her cheeks. It was a wound that had been cut open during the battle.
Jasmine Undermoon's body was already covered in scars.
The originally bright and gorgeous silver armor had already been slashed several times by the blade and was dyed red with blood. One of the slashes had even almost cut the girl in half at the waist. One could even faintly see the squirming internal organs under the wound …
However, Jasmine's expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't care about her injuries at all.
Unlike the others, she did not turn off the pain.
However, her thirst for battle had already caused her kidney to surge.
Her muscles were taut, and there was only battle in her eyes. She had long ignored the pain, and the faint pain stimulated her nerves, making her even more excited.
Compared to Jasmine Undermoon, who was still full of fighting spirit despite her injuries, the old Orc's condition was even worse …
The leather armor on his body had been completely dyed dark red by his blood.
This was especially true for the hideous wound on his chest. His flesh was flipped open, and one could vaguely see his ribs.
The wrinkles on his old face were slightly trembling, and there was an abnormal bright red color.
Heavy breathing came from the old Orc's nostrils and mouth, and from time to time, he would spit out some pink blood …
The sword in his hand was slightly trembling, as if every movement was very difficult, and it would be defeated by the girl's gorgeous sword skill in the next second.
However, he was like a stone pillar in a storm, guarding the main tent without moving in the slightest.
The old Orc's eyes were very calm, without a trace of fluctuation.
However, his breathing was gradually becoming chaotic.
He was too old.
He was really too old.
The once tall warrior's spine had long been bent by time. Although he was still strong, his back was faintly crooked.
The ravages of time made him unable to display his peak strength. Whether it was his speed, strength, endurance, or recovery, he was not as good as before.
Defeat was only a matter of time.
With another slash, Jasmine's figure flashed back, and the old Orc let out a muffled groan, his body once again bursting with blood.
His figure seemed to have aged even more.
The cheers and cheers of the surrounding players became louder and louder.
However, Jasmine Undermoon's brows furrowed slightly.
"Why didn't you dodge that slash just now? What is in the main tent? Why are you so stubborn? "
She asked.
The old orc should have been able to dodge the attack she had just used.
However, if he had dodged, the girl's sword skill would have affected the main tent behind him.
In the end, the old Orc chose to take her slash head-on.
But after hearing Jasmine's question, the old Orc did not answer.
His eyes were still calm, but there was a rare smile on his old face.
There was a faint gentleness in that smile, as well as a stubborn persistence.
His expression surprised Jasmine under the Moon.
The old orc raised his rusted sword with great difficulty and pointed it at Jasmine again.
His other hand trembled as he reached out with his palm facing upwards, and his four fingers curled, beckoning the girl.
"Let's fight …!"
His voice was hoarse, but there was an unyielding and heroic spirit in it.
However, everyone could feel that he was like a lamp that had run out of oil.
The cheers of the players gradually died down.
The way they looked at the old Orc also gradually changed.
Everyone's expression gradually became serious, and their eyes also revealed a bit of admiration.
This was a true Warrior!
Even if he was an NPC, even if he was an enemy that the players had to eliminate …
Jasmine's expression also changed slightly.
Her gaze also became more and more solemn.
She raised her sword, and a bright moonlight condensed behind her, and a powerful aura constantly rose from her body.
"This is my most powerful skill, and also my trump card, the rank 5 skill [Star Moon Cross Slash]."
"I haven't completely mastered it yet."
"Let me use this skill to send you on your last journey."
She said seriously.
The old Orc faintly smiled.
Then, he took the initiative to move.
He raised the rusty sword in his hand, roared, and rushed towards Jasmine.
Jasmine's expression became serious.
The bright moonlight condensed behind her and turned into countless stars, illuminating the battlefield beautifully.
She leaped into the air and charged at the old Orc, brandishing her sword.
The dazzling starlight drowned out everything, and the dazzling light made many people subconsciously close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes to look at the battle, it was already over.
The old Orc was still holding his rusty sword.
But in the end, it did not fall.
Jasmine Undermoon's sword had already pierced his chest.
"You lost."
The girl said.
Then, she pulled out her sword.
The sword was pulled out of the old Orc's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.
The old Orc staggered a few times.
Only when he used his rusty sword to support himself on the ground did he manage to maintain his balance.
He looked down with difficulty and saw dark red spreading on his chest.
"Yes, I … … lost … …"
He said in a hoarse voice.
However, Jasmine Undermoon furrowed her brows.
Because she knew that her sword should have shattered the old Orc's heart.
Logically speaking, his blood should have spurted out and he should have died.
But for some reason, although the old Orc was heavily injured and dying, he was still hanging on to his last breath … …
Something that was simply impossible to happen had actually happened at this moment.
Looking at the old Orc's worried and longing eyes, Jasmine's heart skipped a beat and said:
"You … … What else do you want to say?"
Hearing her words, the old half-orc raised his head with difficulty, and his expression was slightly stunned.
But soon, it turned into relief.
He did not directly answer Jasmine's question. Instead, he struggled to open his mouth and said:
"The mistake … … was made by us … … We are willing … … to pay the price … …"
"The True God … … abandoned us … … He is the God of Race … … This is … … our … … price … …"
"But they … … they don't know anything … …"
"Please … … spare their lives … …"
'Them?'
Jasmine was slightly stunned.
'Them?'
The other players were also puzzled.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the main tent's door, which was originally shaking from the aftermath of the battle, was blown open by the wind, revealing the situation inside.
Dozens of young Orcs were lying on the ground.
Their eyes were closed, and their breathing was steady.
They did not look like they were asleep, but more like they were knocked out or drugged.
At this moment, the players were enlightened. Everything was clear to them.
The way they looked at the old Orc changed again.
Under the command of God, the young Orcs abandoned the various tribes.
The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were all left behind.
To them, the old were useless, and the children could be reborn.
In this regard, many players ridiculed them for being a cold-blooded race.
But at this moment, everyone suddenly felt that some things were not absolute.
No matter how cold-blooded a race was, there would still be warmth.
But … …
Jasmine's expression changed slightly, and then she said in a cold voice:
"You should know that the Orcs cannot be forgiven. When you were killing the Elves, did you ever think of letting them go? Did you ever think that this day would come?
"No one is innocent in the War of Races."
The old Orc fell silent after hearing this.
His expression became more and more lonely.
"But … …"
Jasmine's tone changed.
"I can promise you that I will spare their lives, but they must sign a contract to become slaves and vassals of the Elves."
"You can understand this as a form of atonement."
The old Orc was slightly stunned.
Then, he bitterly smiled:
"I understand … …"
After saying this, a mist of blood spurted out from his chest.
His body shattered and turned into ashes … …
Only a blood-stained leather armor and a rusty long saber fell to the ground.
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