"Bloodline …" An orc rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Gall's body underwent an unexpected change, completely surpassing what was known before. His body was quickly becoming similar to Kalodan's.
This was the bloodline power that had long disappeared from the orcs after the end of the second era. Now, it had reappeared in Gall's body.
Gall reached out and grabbed Kalodan's wrist. He suddenly tightened his grip, and the bones in his wrist cracked. Kalodan growled in pain, but he could not pull his hand back. Gall's arm was like a beast trap, clamping down on his hand with strength far greater than before.
Kalodan spun around and kicked Gall's chest. There was a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The two figures separated. Kalodan spun 360 degrees in the air and flipped down.
Gall crouched, his muscles rippling like boiling water. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. He took a deep breath, inhaled a large amount of oxygen, and then slowly stood up.
"It seems like you've done your best."
Kalodan looked at him and said, "In the glorious era, this kind of strength was the basic quality needed to become a true chief.
Legends are just the beginning. "
"But you've already finished," Gall said.
Both of them pushed off the ground at the same time, their bent knees exploding with extraordinary strength. It was hard to imagine how an orc could maintain such a fast speed with such a huge body. Gall and Kalodan wrestled with each other on the flat valley. Every time they collided, there would be a deafening boom. They chased each other, and the shockwaves from their fists and feet made people feel real pain.
It was rumored that legendary warriors could bathe in magma. This was their strength.
The two of them exchanged punches and simultaneously retreated. Carlodan paused for a moment as he crushed the rocks beneath his feet. In the end, he wasn't using his own body. He was only using a vessel. This slight difference in strength would be negligible if he had the upper hand against an enemy. But, if he really met an opponent who was equally powerful, this weakness would be revealed.
He arched his body and charged again. Gall also pounced. His right hand formed a claw and hooked Kalodan's elbow. Gall's left hand was sharp, and it hit Kalodan's armpit like an iron awl.
Kalodan could feel his body turning sluggish. He had failed to block this attack. However, he was still a battle-hardened ancient orc chief. Although he had suffered a great loss, he did not subconsciously pull away. Instead, he endured the pain in his right arm that felt like it was being hammered. He reacted extremely quickly and slammed into Jared's body. His right foot had already appeared behind Jared. He wanted to backhand him and trip him.
If one did not have a lot of combat experience, even if one had the strength of a Legendary, it would be very easy for such a sudden move to reverse the situation. Unfortunately, Jared had a lot of combat experience. The reason why he could be called the Great Tribal Chief by the Blackwing Empire's Orc Clans was because of his battle axes and fists. The three words "Great Tribal Chief" were covered in blood and scars.
Jared's speed and strength, which had been completely suppressed, had now caught up. Jared would no longer be easily knocked down by Kalodan. When Kalodan's shoulder touched Jared's chest, Jared's elbow had already viciously slammed into Kalodan's face. Two muffled sounds rang out at almost the same time!
Gall clutched his chest and staggered backward. Kalodan leaned back and sat on the ground. Blood mixed with sweat spurted out, and two broken fangs flew out of the arena.
"You've lost."
Gall slowed down and panted. Although his body was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to break, he still forced himself up and slowly walked forward.
Orcs had relatively low emotional intelligence, but at this point, he had more or less understood Kalodan's intentions. Kalodan had the ability to kill him at the start of the battle, but Kalodan did not do so. Instead, he continuously humiliated and ridiculed him to squeeze out his potential. In the end, it was Kalodan who lost.
"It seems like you've understood, kid." Kalodan raised his head and looked at him, his teeth full of blood.
"This is your goal?" Gall panted.
"Monet's will forced me to come here. To be honest, I didn't think that my opponent would be a descendant of the orcs."
He smiled. "I wanted to see if my descendants were qualified. If they were really that bad, you would already be dead."
"So, the curse isn't real, right?"
"Of course it's real."
Kalodan said with certainty. "Children like you will probably never be able to reach the legendary realm.
That's our fault. The defeat of the second era brought great suffering to the orcs. It's a thousand times harder to break free from the shackles than before. "
"Thank you."
Gall took a deep breath and seemed to use all his strength to say two words. "Ancestor."
"There's no need to thank me, but you have to remember that you can't lift the curse on the orcs with your own strength. That Black Dragon is very, very strong. Since you're fighting for it, if you have the chance, you can try to ask …"
Kalodan suddenly stopped talking halfway. His eyes were bloodshot. His muscles surged again, and there was the sound of bones moving in his body.
His shoulders trembled violently. As his bones changed, killing intent surged out of Kalodan's body like a tsunami. A completely different aura spread out, and a powerful force flowed on the surface of his body. He reached out his hand, and the dark giant sword returned to his hand.
Garland's pupils instantly shrank to the size of needles. He did not know what had happened to Kalodan's body, but this was definitely not a power that they could resist at the moment. Perhaps even Silly Husky and Nero, the leader of the Black Wings, would not be able to do so!
The rumbling was deafening, and the next moment, it turned into ashes and turned into nothingness. It was as if two paintings had suddenly switched. The dark giant sword in Kalodan's hand was now stabbed into his own chest.
"This is …" Gall was confused.
"You don't need to understand. This has nothing to do with the orcs."
Kalodan spread his legs and sat down. He loosened his grip on the giant blade, and his breath returned to normal. Blood quickly seeped out of his chest and back. "Can you come closer?
Kid. "
"Okay."
Gall thought for two seconds and nodded. He took a few steps forward, bent down on one knee, and looked at Kalodan.
"What's your name?"
"Gall."
"What's your surname?"
"Gall Stone Raven."
Since the fall of the second era, many famous Orc surnames had disappeared under the continuous pursuit of the humans. Most of the surviving Orcs did not have their own surnames, and could only use the surnames of the tribes that they had regrouped with, just like the current Northern Fox and Wolf Clan.
"Stupid, change it.
How about Scaron? "Kalodan's dark face showed a faint smile." Gall Scaron. "
"… Okay."
Gall bowed and lowered his head in front of Kalodan.
Kalodan placed his palm on Jarl's head and said in a very low voice, "Prince Kalodan Skallon, I permit you to use the surname Skallon. I swear by my blood that I will bear witness to the descendants of the orcs inheriting the name of their ancestors."
With every word, a large pool of blood gushed out of his mouth. His voice was very weak.
"Are you leaving?"
"Times have changed. Perhaps the Airadia orcs will no longer have the qualifications to reach the peak."
Kalodan smiled and raised his weak hand to hit Gall's chest. "But kid, even if you can't restore the glory of the past, you still have to become a very powerful person …"
These were the last words Kalodan said in his life. He closed his eyes after saying this.
His soul couldn't go to the divine kingdom, nor could it enter hell. If it scattered, it would only dissipate with the wind. Even if Monet resurrected a dark orc spawn in the future, it wouldn't be Kalodan anymore.
Gall sat on the ground weakly. His eyes were blank, and his limbs didn't seem to belong to him.