When Calvincent unslashed the dragon slaying axe from his waist, Prager could no longer maintain that calm posture, and he got up from his seat, the scene of the Viku people imprisoning Goron and throwing him to the ground made his scalp tingle, and he was counting on this Goron to help him win third place!

If it's just scrapped...

Goron is not dead, in fact, for creatures of this size, even if they are fatally injured, they can recover with only enough food and a period of cultivation, and their size is their biggest bug. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ground that had just been reinforced appeared again in a large depression, but Doon's neck was broken, and although it was not dead, it was a pity that Calvincent did not intend to let it live, although the savage creature had brought him a long-lost pleasure, a joy not seen since leaving Valagaar, the joy of battle.

He got up from the ground, waved at the audience who were still shouting Valagarh, and took off his deformed helmet and threw it in a random direction, only to attract a scramble from the fanatical fans, the thing was definitely a treasure, it could only be transformed under the heavy blow of Golon, and it had proven its material.

Although the helmet of the Viku people is too large for ordinary people, it is mainly taken back and changed casually, it is a pair of armor that is enough to be heirloom.

"To defeat a memorable opponent, you have to take a part of the opponent as a memento, usually the head, this is the tradition of the Viku people, Prager, and lo and behold, that guy has raised his axe..."

Duke Choraci said meaningfully, and the dwarf warlock coughed, and the staff in his hand lightly touched the ground, and the whole person disappeared into a shadow in the stands.

"Hey, man, let's talk about something. ”

Calvincent raised his dragon axe and was about to chop it down and take his spoils when a voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "How about sparing my poor Goron?"

Suddenly!

The Viku man's head turned to Pragg's hiding place, and at this moment, the Viku man's expression was so hideous that the warlock couldn't help but take a step back, and then he heard the fierce god respond with a mouth,

"You're going to rob my booty? The last guy who did this is doing it well, and he's fed every day!"

Prager said that this statement was a bit scary, so he hurriedly changed it,

"No, my consciousness is that we can exchange, you see, I hear you talk about Valagar all the time, and although I don't know what it is, I believe that you have come here on a mission of some kind, to spread the word about Valagarh? I can help you, in a month, to make this name resound all over the world!"

"Poof!"

Calvincent slashed down with an axe, blood splattered, and then turned his head to give the dwarf a scalp-tingling smile,

"Deal!"

Prager and his succubus were dumbfounded, and Miss Manara dared to swear by the elf Kaiko she had slept with just last week that it was definitely the craziest deal she'd ever seen.

The warlock was even more frenzied, and he screamed,

“… Hell, you cut off its hands, and that will reduce its combat effectiveness by at least half!

Calvincent took the huge paw in his hand and said nonchalantly,

"It's a loot ritual!That's the best part! You can't stop a Veku from pursuing the loot!And listen to me, a little man who plays magic, you don't know what's really strong about this thing, and putting an iron hook on it will only make it stronger, and even better if you add scorching magic, its claws are so blunt, you see, it can't even tear my armor!"

The dwarf thought about it, it made sense, but seeing that Doon only had one breath left, he also sighed,

"But it's dying... The bones were broken. ”

"It won't die, little man, I've just noticed that this creature has a connection to the earth, and if you give it enough food and a little healing magic, it will soon be able to continue fighting. ”

Hearing this, Pragg turned his head to look at the viewing platform, and his eyes rolled a few times,

“… Sounds great... I'm starting to like you, savage fellow, and it looks like you've studied these big guys a lot, do you have a way to get them back to combat quickly?"

Calvincent stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his lips,

"It's up to you to pay for it. ”

While Gavincent and Prager were talking about some shady deals, Rhaegar was also talking about strategy to his gladiators.

The old orc sat on the chair, and several people stood beside him, speaking of which, the relationship between Rhaegar and Lagosh was very strange, the two should have been a bad relationship between slaves and slave owners, but after really following Rhaegar in the Outlands for nearly 3 years, Lagosh found that this old orc did not regard himself as a slave or a worthless gladiator.

He felt that the old orc looked at him like he was looking at a sword, like a blacksmith looking at his own work, the most perfect work, and for the sparse battle skills of Lagosh, the old orc was more like his mentor than his boss or master, and after he won the championship of the Blood Mallet with Valella and the bearskin, and watched the young orc pass Lagosh's test and take the blood roar, Rhaegar with strong self-control was rarely drunk.

"You will be my last and strongest student, and you will be a true champion!"

This is what Rhaegar himself said to Lagosh, Lagosh is not stupid, he can hear Rhaegar go into seclusion, but he doesn't know why this old orc did it.

In short, Rhaegar had a good relationship with the three rebellious guys in front of him, his cold eyes swept over the three guys in front of him who were maintaining weapons, and finally coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak,

"You've seen the Viku battle, too... Have faith?"

Valera was the first to put down her dagger, she frowned, "Where did this Viku come from? I've never heard of this guy before, and frankly, I'm a little less confident to see him win against Nagoron." ”

Bearskin looked up and glanced at Valera,

"Didn't we kill one last year?"

"That's different, bearskin. ”

Lagosh took over the conversation, put down the long sword in his hand, and whispered, "We killed the young Goron, and today, this is a real adult, and judging from the momentum and strength of that Viku man, even you may not be able to withstand his frontal attack." ”

Rhaegard's eyes lit up, he knew that the strongest thing about Lagosh was not his strength and his wildness, but his head, which was not the wisdom that a warrior should have, but when the two were combined, the freak of Lagosh was born, cunning as a wolf and fierce as a wolf.

"So what?"

The old orc took the initiative to ask, and Lagosh's hands were clasped together, and after moving a few times, he looked at Rhaegar,

"I need a shield, the best and hardest kind, the Viku weapon is a bit strange, according to my observations, its power is increased according to the amount of wrath that entangles it, we have all seen it, once Calvincent's anger is full, even Goron can't break that rage, so..."

"We've got to defeat him when he's not at his furious!"

Valella took up Lagosh's words, but when she finished speaking, she shook her head again,

"It's so hard, for a warrior like him, it's almost instantaneous to store up anger. ”

"So don't let him be angry!"

Lagosh turned his head and looked at the bearskin, the background of this great druid is very mysterious, most of the time he is in the form of a giant bear or a cheetah, but Lagosh knows that the bearskin will do a lot, this is a hidden guy, so he asked directly,

"Bearskin, I remember that the druids had a spell that calmed the mind... Will you?"

The druid didn't lift his head,

"You're talking about detachment... I would, but it was a continuous spell that needed to be maintained, and if it was against an opponent like Garvincent, I wasn't sure. ”

"You don't need to fight!"

Lagosh gritted his teeth, "How long will it last?"

Bearskin then raised his head and glanced at Lagosh, and seeing the firmness in his eyes, he thought for a moment, "Three minutes, the limit." ”

Seeing that Lagosh had his own arrangements, Rhaegar did not interject again, but said very succinctly,

"Pragg's Goron is not useless, remember, Gavincent has injuries in the chest and left leg, your magic sword can break through his armor, Lagosh, I know you have a wolf inside you who likes to see the scenery, but this time you can't be merciful!"

The old orc pointed to the scar on his face, and said one at a time,

"I'll help you find the shield you want, but remember, Lagosh! This is what happens when you are soft-hearted! Gavincent is a tiger that bleeds when touched, he doesn't need your mercy, remember?"

Lagosh looked at the old orc and nodded solemnly, like the old orc, the scar on his face that ran through his face was also a soft-hearted end, such a lesson, one time is enough.

Since it was the last afternoon of the Hammer of Doom gladiatorial tournament, the bigwigs of the dark world generously let the food section bring a delicious lunch to every spectator, and this afternoon, the champion will appear, but before the final, there is still a match to be played to determine the third place.

It's the League of Assassins and the Black Iron Bar, Prager has already pulled Gavincent to deal with his baby Goron, and it is not easy to equip this big guy with a sharp magic iron hook before the game starts, but thanks to the recent good relationship between Prager and Thorrison the Great, before the start of the game, the iron hook that was just taken out of the big forge and still exudes high temperature is finally installed on Doon's broken arm.

Gavincent gave Prague a rare herb, a "stimulant" for the Heroic Spirits of Valagar that could greatly squeeze Goron's potential, but after using it once, Doon would have to undergo a long period of recuperation to return to his full glory.

This is not a problem for Prager at all, even if Doon is dead, he will only grieve the bet he paid, be careful, don't be deceived by this dwarf's kind appearance.

He is one of the bigwigs of the dark world, dealing with characters like Kanressad and Jorazzi, and has been sitting in the Black Iron Bar for nearly 30 years, and there is no simple guy who can do this position.

Kindness? How much is that thing worth?

Feasted and well-fed, Lagosh, Valella, and Bearskin sat in the final arena waiting for the game to begin, and across from them, the Viku were sitting cross-legged on the ground, grabbing a whole roasted cow and feasting on it, and behind him, from time to time, an enthusiastic crowd threw down some delicious food for him, to which Calvincent did not refuse.

Every warrior should have a pair of steel-like stomachs, whether it is food or raw meat, it should be easy to digest, every battle should have a dog nose, can easily distinguish the herbs mixed in the food, every warrior, should have a pair of eagle-like eyes, the first time to find the person who is watching him, if there is no these, it means that he is not a qualified warrior.

Obviously, both Gavincent and Lagosh were qualified fighters, so the eyes of the two men collided in the next moment.

The Viku man thought the dark-haired human on the other side was funny, the guy was weak, but instinct told him that it was a dangerous opponent!

And on the viewing platform, Anduin, who was still holding a thick gauze in both hands, looked at Lagosh sitting on the playing field, Gianna and Liadeline went to take care of Dick, no one around him had seen his father, but the little prince had watched all the gladiatorial fights in the past few days, and he had observed Lagosh countless times.

The face, hair, and even the roar of the memory were mixed with a hint of the Lordaeron accent of the lingua franca, and there was a voice inside him telling him that it was his father!

No... Not exactly.

Anduin's thoughts continued, but the next moment, a wolf howl made him look up, and then, thousands of wolf howls sounded almost at the same time, and the sound of galloping, the smell of wildness and wildness came to his face, and at this moment that should have been exciting, it was dyed into a veil of terror.

This sudden incident startled everyone, and Gurgo Sock and the troll Woody, who were standing at the top, looked the farthest, and when they saw the dense black wolves rushing from all directions, the terrified voice of the goblin couldn't help but shout,

"Beast tide!!no... It's the tide! The brutes are crazy, and the whole of Filas's wolves is crazy!"

At this time, Verinde, who was taking care of the frail Dick, suddenly froze in place, and the water glass in his hand also fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? ”

Dick also heard the wolf howls, and he immediately looked at Miss Night Elf, who was the only one who had the ability to summon wolves, and Verinder didn't care about the eyes of the others, she looked due east in a daze.

"It's coming!"

"Who?

"Godring... The wolf god, it's coming! ”