Chapter 274 Lottery
When Gervis pressed the start button for the lottery, the lucky wheel began to spin rapidly, and the card slot that originally had 17 energy points was reduced to 7 points.
If it were normal, Gervis would definitely be heartbroken, but now he is about to die, so why would he care about these things?
The rapidly spinning turntable took four or five seconds to slow down, and Gervis kept staring at the turntable intently.
Although he didn't hold much hope that the kiwi fruit could help him get through the difficult times, this did not affect the slight expectation in his heart as the winner of the lottery.
Two seconds passed again, and the spinning turntable finally stopped. Gervis's face instantly turned dark.
The final result of the lottery was not beyond his expectations. There is no generous system in the world. Every system is a trap, and Gervis's is no exception.
The pointer of the stopped turntable pointed to the black kiwi fruit without any suspense.
"Ding! Congratulations, you have won a black kiwi fruit. It has been sent to the system panel. You can go and check out the specific effects!"
Hearing the pleasant congratulations, Gervis wanted to curse loudly. 10 energy points were swallowed up by your shameless system. I fought hard for them!
Fortunately, as he was about to die, Gervis didn't want to say anything more. He calmed down and moved his eyes to the top of the lucky wheel. At this moment, there was a black kiwi in the item box.
Gervis had an idea and clicked on the black kiwi fruit, and a detailed introduction of the kiwi fruit immediately appeared in front of him.
After seeing the introduction, Gervis' heart began to beat fast, and he felt that he had just blamed the system wrongly!
Energy Spirit Fruit: Contains a huge amount of energy. After taking it, you can freely use up the fighting spirit (magic) in your body without worrying about consumption! (Limited to one hour! It takes effect immediately after taking it!)
"Oh my god, is this a gift? Is this broken system afraid that I'll die, so no one will give it a chance to cheat me?"
The introduction was concise and clear. As long as Gervis took this kiwi fruit, he would be able to restore his fighting spirit immediately. Moreover, within this hour, no matter how Gervis used his fighting spirit, he would not have to worry about the problem of fighting spirit consumption.
"Hiss! After I take this potential spiritual fruit, I can use the critical strike three sword slash infinitely?"
Hope ignited in Gervis' heart. In the battle with the orcs tonight, Gervis had not used the critical triple sword slash until now because he was worried that his fighting spirit would be consumed too quickly.
With the reserves of Gervis's sea of qi, Gervis's fighting spirit can barely release two critical hits of three swords, and the power of the second critical hit of three swords is still slightly smaller. After two releases, Gervis's sea of qi will be emptied, and he will be no different from an ordinary person.
In this battlefield, facing a huge number of enemies, Gervis had to use his fighting spirit carefully and barely managed to hold on until now.
But if there is enough fighting spirit to support him, Gervis can release the critical three-sword slash move without any scruples. The more he thinks about it, the more excited Gervis becomes.
"Come out! My kiwi!"
With confidence, Gervis directly closed the panel, and then with a thought, a black kiwi fruit appeared in his hand.
Although the effects of the black kiwi fruit were random, they all looked exactly the same. One was black and the size of a peach, and looked a bit like a plum. Gervis didn't care and just stuffed the whole kiwi fruit into his mouth.
When the black kiwi entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a warm stream and slid into Gervis' throat.
As this warm current entered his abdomen, Gvis suddenly felt that the fighting spirit in his sea of qi was replenished again, and there was also sufficient fighting spirit flowing in his meridians.
"What are you guys doing? Why don't you quickly kill this human? If the warrior master holds you accountable later, can you afford it?"
When Gervis checked the panel, several orc leaders were obviously frightened by his gaze, so they didn't dare to step forward.
By now, the orc priests in the back could no longer hold back and began to urge the orc leaders loudly, because they had seen from outside the field that the battle situation on the side of the half-orc warriors was not good.
"Got it! Royal Court Priests! You guys should also work harder. So many leaders have been killed by this human. If you don't pay attention, we may all die at the hands of this kid later!"
"Alright, hurry up and do it. This human's fighting spirit is about to be exhausted. Now is the best time to kill him!"
The orc leader said no more after hearing the urging. Several of them looked at each other and rushed towards Gervis at the same time, while the three orc priests in the back also began to chant various songs.
"Critical attack three sword cuts!"
The moment the orc leader rushed over, a cold light flashed in Gervis's eyes. He quickly mobilized the fighting spirit in his body, shouted loudly, and swung out three critical strikes with the sword.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Gervis's critical three-sword slash instantly killed several ordinary orcs nearby. Even the orc leader who had just rushed over had to stop. After Gervis's critical three-sword slash split the orcs in half, it also left a huge long pit on the ground.
All the orcs surrounding Gervis felt their breath held in place and began to tremble. Although the orcs were brave, they were not fearless of death. Orcs' fear of the strong was much stronger than that of humans.
Because in the life of orcs, the strong are respected, and in every tribe, big or small, only the strongest can become the leader.
"Idiot, that's a human's secret technique. He must have used up the last bit of his fighting spirit. Go and kill him!"
The orc priest knew a lot. Seeing that Gervis actually used such a powerful martial art, he must have consumed all his fighting spirit.
"Critical attack three sword cuts!"
However, Gervis's subsequent roar instantly slapped him in the face. Gervis swung his sword as fast as lightning and began to perform his second critical strike of three swords.
Next, a strange scene occurred at the foot of the city wall. The orcs who were originally crowded around Gervis began to retreat desperately to the rear, but the orcs in the rear could not observe the situation in the field and tried hard to squeeze inside.
In just over ten minutes, Gervis had lost track of how many times he had performed the critical triple sword slash. Perhaps it was more than what he had practiced in a day in the training space.
During these ten minutes, the area under the city wall turned into a purgatory. Countless orcs died under the Mithril Sword of Gervis, and they were all hit by the powerful critical strike of the three swords. Even the orc leader was turned into pieces.
At this moment, the only ones still standing in the field were two orc priests. They rode on their magical pets and looked at Gervis in fear from a distance.
These orc space priests could not understand why this not-so-strong human in front of them seemed to have endless fighting spirit.
"Devil, you are the devil! The curse has brought us to the devil's land!"
Considering that Gervis had just used three consecutive critical hits and three sword slashes to chop the werewolf priest and his wind-thunder lizard into meat paste after daring to use magic beasts to attack the humans in front of him, the orc priest in front was reminded of the devil legend circulating in the royal court!
He felt that the man in front of him was a demon, otherwise how could a low-level human knight possess infinite fighting spirit!
Gervis's entire body armor is now covered in blood, as if it had been painted with a layer of dark purple paint, and the evil black mask further highlights Gervis's terrifying effect.
"Devil? Haha! I prefer you to call me the God of Death!"
Gervis was breathing heavily. Although his fighting spirit was unlimited, his body was still as strong as a bronze knight. At this moment, Gervis only felt sore all over and his limbs were a little numb. But fortunately, with the blessing of fighting spirit, he could still fight again.
After speaking coldly to the goat-horn priest, Gervis raised his sword and continued to charge towards the orc priest.
"You...you can speak our language?"
The orc priest was shocked. When they were besieging other humans just now, they could not understand a word of the language they spoke, but the human in front of them who called himself the God of Death could speak their language.
puff!
Unfortunately, his question would never get an answer, as Gervis's sword fell from the sky, slashed across his body, and hit the magical pet under him.
Thanks to "book friend 160419154255131" and "miss you" for the reward!!!
(End of this chapter)
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