I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 337 Hole Ear Body Management

Kong Er is a swordsman.

As the name suggests, like the green-skinned orc in an old game, the Swordmaster of the Prime Material World has an extremely fast slashing speed.

For example, his teacher Broken Tooth, the already famous Wasteland Orc diplomat and inventor of Roaring Diplomacy -

If Broken Tooth swings a heavy axe, then in the same amount of time, it will be enough for Kong Er to swing at least four times.

Of course, the damage of these four attacks combined may not be as great as that of being hit by Broken Tooth with an axe.

The difference in rank is there...

In order to maintain this speed, Kong Er had to stay in shape as much as possible - yes, stay in shape.

Even though the wasteland orcs no longer have to worry about food problems, this orc who has rarely had a full meal since childhood still cannot get enough to eat.

Because Broken Tooth had specifically warned him that muscles that were too big would slow down the speed of the chopping.

So every time he got together with Tietou and the others, Kong'er would watch others feasting on their food while he could only sit beside them and chew on fruit, vegetable, and biscuits.

This situation improved greatly after arriving at the druid station.

Because the main meat in the druid's menu is black-scale fish from the aquaponics experimental field - freshwater fish is not helpful for the growth of muscle fibers.

Kong Er, who has maintained a pretty good figure, was shuttling back and forth between the fallen elves who were being toyed with... uh, trapped by the tortoise shell bondage.

The two baseball bats in his hands had already left afterimages. Although their power was not as strong as that of Broken Tooth Wasteland, it was still much more powerful than that of Ivan and the like.

The stick, which was thick at the top and thin at the bottom, specifically targeted the heads of the fallen elves. After a while, the field was filled with fallen black-skinned creatures with sunken and swaying heads.

The fallen elves on the periphery who tried to bypass the influence of [Entanglement] and catch Ivan and the others off guard did not even run half the distance.

"sharp……"

At this time, Nimia was stunned.

Although among the dark elves, there are often some warriors who are good at ambidextrous;

But in terms of speed, few can match the young orc in front of him.

Although the dark elves are a race cursed by the elven god, they are still considered to be an immortal race.

They can't live more than tens of millions of years, but most of them have a lifespan of eight hundred years or more.

A qualified warrior needs to be trained from the age of fifty. By the time his martial arts skills are mature enough to serve as a soldier, he must be at least a hundred years old.

Look at this guy again, at best he has just reached adulthood.

Judging from the orcs' age, he is at most nineteen or twenty years old.

For the first time, Nimia felt that being an immortal was somewhat unfair.

When I was 20 years old, I was still a little kid who was no more than two and a half feet tall and stumbled when I walked...

The dark elf woman who was planning to do something to save the face of the Immortal Race happened to see a Fallen One on all fours rushing towards Ivan.

She raised her short wooden staff high, stretched out one hand with five fingers spread out, and prepared to release a powerful magic.

But before she could successfully cast the spell, the human beside her summoned two short sticks that looked unreliable and rushed forward, howling.

Nimia is confused again.

Because of the instant fireball spell, she thought this human was a powerful arcane spellcaster.

Even though there were weeds swaying wildly in front of her, she just thought it was the power of the divine scroll or magic item.

But now, this human rushed to the Fallen with extremely ugly movements, and lightly touched the opponent's forehead with the short stick in his hand.

The unfortunate Fallen One squatted on the ground with his legs tightly closed, and began to twitch with a strange expression.

Could this be a special professional who is proficient in both divine and arcane magic, and also possesses unique melee skills...

The pair of green, buzzing short sticks seemed like something I'd seen in my sister's room...

Nemea's spell was ultimately not performed.

While she was stunned, Kong'er had already dealt with more than half of the fallen elves, and the remaining ones either had their legs squeezed together or were hit on the head with a stick by Kong'er who had freed his hands. They looked so miserable.

After finishing his work, Alvin quickly returned to the safe area, sat on the ground and took out the water bag.

After taking a few gulps, he found that drinking water was of no use in restoring his spell, so he angrily closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The spell he just cast consumed half of his spell reserves.

This really makes Alvin feel insecure.

For Kong Er, who had been fighting with wild beasts in the wilderness for a long time, a battle of this intensity was not even a warm-up.

The orc, who was in excellent shape, walked to the beach not far away, grabbed a handful of fine sand from the ground, and began to scrub his weapon.

Under the quiet night sky, there was the sound of fine sand rubbing against the gold plating...

And the sound of rushing water coming from afar.

The remaining ear of Kong'er moved a few times, and he turned sideways and looked in the direction where the sound of flowing water came from.

The mouth of the Miral River is approaching.

……

Xiling's feet landed on a lush green lawn. The soft and tender touch of the plants made the half-elf lady, who was already close to nature, very happy.

The journey eastward along the Miral River was not an easy one.

The mother urged the two sisters to run as fast as possible along the way, as if she was worried that they would be caught up by something.

To this end, Xiling also used the ranger's [Woodwalking] skill to maintain a similar speed as Lian.

After arriving at the Breath of the Moon Sea, before the sisters could even catch their breath, Iris led them deep underground and found the portal to the Kingdom of the Elven Gods.

So Xiling actually wants to relax now, like taking off her boots and taking a nap on the grass.

But she still resisted the urge in her heart.

The kingdom of elves is not as safe a place as it seems.

Although the view was all lush green, the half-elf lady still noticed something was wrong here.

There was no wind, no sound, and the grass seemed to sway automatically without any wind.

Moreover, Xiling didn't see any of the butterflies or bees that usually fly through the grass.

She tightened the wooden stick in her hand again and dropped her other hand to her side.

Once there is any sign of trouble, this hand can immediately pull out the fine gold spear behind it, or touch the magical items enchanted by Ivan.

Just as the half-elf lady was exploring forward cautiously, a spatial turbulence appeared silently behind her.

The turbulent flow of blue and white light drew circles in the air, slowly forming a ten-foot-high oval.

If there is a master who is good at plane travel, he can see it at a glance——

This is a dimensional portal.