When the goat-horned girl saw the giant axe flashing, she had no time to think before the axe light was already in front of her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.
The cane shattered, blood splattered in the air, and a long gash appeared on the body from the right shoulder to the lower left. There was a piercing pain, thick blood, and a weak body that could not stand up.
The girl with goat horns screamed in pain and scratched the ground with her fingers, grabbing some broken soil and withered grass roots.
Ignoring her injuries, she struggled to her feet. One eye was blinded by the pain, and the other nervously observed the massive figure approaching from the opposite side. In the firelight, accompanied by heavy footsteps, the massive figure holding a huge axe rushed towards them, seemingly covering the sky.
"Gathering Flame!"
Facing forward, she extended her only usable arm, and the flames scattered across the ground surged towards her opponent. Across the vast field, over three hundred meters in diameter, scattered circles of fire continuously ignited, converging towards the central target, rising like a volcanic eruption.
The crimson, transparent flames brought a suffocating high temperature, constantly entwining around the big man with lion-hair and mane. Every breath he took was a breath of fire, burning inside and out. He roared violently, and waves of flames spread everywhere, but he still could not break free from this invisible burning cage.
The flames rose and continued to spread, and finally, this huge and powerful body collapsed with a loud bang, leaving only a charred black. The orcs watching around shouted excitedly, as if they were cheering, as if they were celebrating. They didn't care about the tragic death of their fellow tribesman, as if they were used to it.
Humans who are familiar with their customs are not surprised, because these are the orcs of the Gufia grassland. They are arrogant and fearless, love fighting, despise the weak, and are not afraid of death.
The girl with goat horns sat quietly on the grass, looking at the charred body in front of her that was no longer breathing. She was surrounded by the cheers of other orcs. For some reason, she felt a chill and sadness in her heart.
At this time, a respected shaman walked into the center of the venue, raised his wooden staff high, and announced amid cheers.
"Niya of the Goat Horn Tribe wins! And she will be qualified to go to Emenas!"
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