Ice Storm's canines were embedded deeply into his lips.

The blood flowing out was inlaid with light patterns as thin as hair.

Kasava's question was something she couldn't answer.

Because she doesn't know why she has such a special physique.

High orcs generally do not dislike hybrids.

Whether you mix with ogres, hill giants, frost barbarians, or abyss demons, it doesn't matter.

Many high-level orcs also travel across mountains and rivers to challenge hill giants and trolls and seek mates.

There is no other reason.

Because hill giants and trolls are big enough.

In the aesthetics of advanced orcs, bigger is more beautiful.

Defeating a bigger opponent and conquering a bigger opponent of the opposite sex will of course show off one's own martial prowess.

The vast majority of mixed-race children, as long as they have unparalleled strength, can be recognized and favored by the clan, and through the blood-giving ceremony, they can become pure Turan warriors.

If you are not strong enough, you are a lowly rat citizen.

And the bloodline of the rat people is something no one cares about.

Only mixing with the Holy Light Human Race is an absolute taboo.

Because the hybrids of high-level orcs and Holy Light humans, the power of totem and the power of Holy Light in their bodies often conflict with each other, resulting in hybrids having to choose only one of the powers.

Even this kind of power will be constantly interfered and eroded by another force, becoming extremely weak and extremely unstable.

Basically, a hybrid of a high-level orc and a Holy Light human race is like a time bomb on the battlefield. No one knows what will happen when he activates his extraordinary power. He might explode and die.

It's not unusual for it to affect surrounding teammates.

As early as tens of millions of years ago, due to constant attacks from both sides, mixed-race children were very common.

Both the high-level orcs and the Holy Light humans have considered assimilating mixed-race children and using their own bloodline to completely conquer the enemy's bloodline.

However, as the out-of-control incidents continued to occur and became more and more serious during meditation, practice and combat, gradually, the hybrids of the advanced orcs and the Holy Light human race were considered to be cursed by both the true god and the ancestral spirit, and were unknown and unclean.

The existence of the world is something that should not be born in this world. Therefore, it has been unanimously hostile to the two camps.

Today, this special hybrid is rarely seen.

Even if the high-level orcs and Holy Light humans really gave birth to an offspring for some reason, they would often find a way to stillborn him or drown him when he was born.

This is not cruelty.

It is the greatest kindness that parents show to their children who are burdened with a tragic fate.

Let him die painlessly without knowing anything about the cruelty of this world.

Lest he grow up and become the enemy of the whole world.

Ice Storm doesn't know why he is different from other hybrids.

When she takes on the role of a high-level orc, she can fully utilize the power of the ancestral spirit from her father's line. Even a totem armor as powerful as the "Mithril Ripper" recognizes her control.

You must know that when other hybrids try to breed and equip the totem armor, the totem armor is not always silent, maintaining the state of liquid metal, and is unwilling to flow into the hybrids' bodies.

It is to directly turn the hybrid into a fusion of flesh and metal, a deformed and twisted monster-origin warrior.

And when she suppressed the power from her father and raised the power of holy light from her mother to the extreme, she could be like a woman who had persisted in the long night for decades, watered with the blood of countless demons and orcs.

Like a night watchman who is devout to the true God, he does not need to meditate for too long or recite many incantations to instantly activate powerful magic or even divine spells.

Kasava is right.

She is certainly not a devout believer in the true God.

She didn't even believe a word of "the power of holy light will eventually purify the entire earth".

Not only did she not believe it, her mother didn't even believe a word of it.

The only relationship between the two mother and daughter and the Night Watch is probably that when she was a child, she was hunted by the Night Watch for ten years. She was like a rat crossing the street, hiding here and there, and escaping throughout the Land of Holy Light.

Perhaps, only her father knows the answer.

You know why a high-level orc and a witch who was exiled, wanted, hunted, cursed, hated and feared by everyone, gave birth to an evil offspring that can effortlessly exert the purest power of the Holy Light.

Therefore, Ice Storm must find his father.

Before she is wiped out from this world, she must figure out the truth and the meaning of her coming to this world.

If you want to find your father, you must escape from Noire City.

If you want to escape from Noire City, you must first escape from the clutches of Kasava.

In an instant, the light in the eyes of the Snow Leopard Warrior or the Frost Queen became extremely intense and condensed.

She thought about what the Reapers had taught her in the past month.

Ice Storm felt that the most important thing this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes taught her was not the miraculous method of exerting force, the extremely powerful sword technique, or the exquisite tactics.

It's his way of thinking.

As calm as an ice pick, as sharp as a razor, and sometimes as secretive as a poisonous snake lurking deep in the swamp.

In this way of thinking, the most important point is that no matter how dangerous the adversity is, never give up.

Always stay sharp, always stay confident, always stay motivated.

If you feel that now is the worst possible situation, it can't get any worse, right?

Sensing the subtle psychological changes in the ice storm, Kasava remained silent for a moment.

"Ice Storm, you are truly my treasure and a great miracle."

Kasava chuckled and said, "Then, let's see how long your miracle can last!"

The arm-thick iron fence on one side of the dungeon slowly lifted up again amid the sharp and piercing sound of gears biting, revealing the dark corridor behind it.

There was a strong smell of blood coming from the corridor, and two pairs of red eyes like will-o'-the-wisps appeared.

A fierce figure with two roaring teeth and a metal exoskeleton slowly emerged from the darkness.

When they saw the corpses of the same kind in the dungeon that had been blasted to pieces by the ice storm, the ferocious light in their eyes became more intense, but their movements became more cautious, circling left and right around the ice storm.

Ice Storm snorted coldly, no longer retaining his strength.

As the lips trembled slightly but at a high speed, the silent mantra stirred up circles of light patterns, which continued to coil around the arms, and finally converged into a flame of light clenched in the palm of the hand.

When the two protruding fangs jumped up at the same time and rushed toward her chest and back of her head, Ice Storm shook her arms. The flames in her palms seemed to have been injected with a large amount of accelerant, and milky white flames suddenly burst out.

The height of three or five arms forms two arc-shaped light blades.

The texture on the surface and the jagged edges make it look like two crystal clear, shining wings, firmly covering the chest and back of Ice Storm.

The two protruding teeth roared and collided with the shining wings.

It was like running into a blazing copper wall.

The contact surface immediately made a "chichi, chichi" sound.

On the exoskeleton, which seemed to be made of metal, there were large black scorch marks that looked like they had been burned.

The two protruding fangs screamed at the same time, and were bounced off by the light wings.

Ice Storm's eyes were radiant with light. Under the light wings, his body turned into a bolt of lightning and caught up with one of them.

"Whoosh!"

The light-winged blade easily cut into the deep joints of the metal exoskeleton that Tuya Roar did not cover.

Accompanied by the bursts of light flames, the light blade drove straight into Tuyahou's body, destroying all bones and joints, and then turned into hundreds of beams of light that came out from various parts of the body.

This toothy howler didn't even have time to make a scream. It was like a puppet that had all its strings cut off, scattered on the ground, unable to move.

At this time, the other tusk roared behind Ice Storm.

In the roar, circles of air ripples continued to expand and explode along with the sound waves, and the entire dungeon shook together, as if the tens of thousands of tons of rocks on the four walls and ceiling would collapse in the next second.

Ice Storm narrowed his eyes, flicked his arms, and the light wings whirled, splitting into hundreds of shining feathers as thin as cicada wings.

Hundreds of glittering feathers dragged out streaks of gorgeous light, which shot towards Tuyahou like a gust of wind.

Although most of the feathers were blocked by the metal exoskeleton of the protruding teeth, only a few black marks that seemed to have been burned by high temperature were left.

But because the Tuya Roar can launch a sonic attack by opening its huge mouth, a large number of feathers are still shot directly into the depths of its throat, or pierced through its jaw and pierced into its brain.

Tuya's roar suddenly stopped.

What spewed out from the depths of his throat was no longer a deadly sound wave, but a large mass of broken flesh and blood.

Even its eyes were blinded by the feathery power of holy light, turning into two holes gushing red spring water.

The poor beast was writhing in pain.

Even the extremely strong metal exoskeleton on its body gradually decomposed and turned into the form of liquid metal, as if it no longer wanted to parasitize on this hopeless beast.

However, before Ice Storm can come forward, use the light blade to give it a good blow.

It was smashed to pieces by a huge bone hammer with a metallic luster.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deep in the corridor, there was a shock comparable to the bombardment of dwarf artillery.

A huge totem beast squeezed into the dungeon.

It looks like a giant crocodile wearing heavy armor.

The nested armor is also covered with daunting spikes.

A hammer-shaped osteoma protruded on both sides of his head.

The end of the tail, which is more than five arms long and more flexible than the tentacles, also has a bone hammer that is more than one arm long and looks like a meteor hammer.

It was this bone hammer that smashed Tuyahou into a pulp just now.

"Hammer Armored Dragon!"

Ice Storm gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!