Olaf's eyes flickered a little, he felt a deep exhaustion from the heart, gradually, he was no longer able to punch, his heart swelled with a strong sense of powerlessness, the opponent's constant fist seemed to have always been that strength, never weakened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Finally, a pair of small but steel-hard fists smashed directly into his face.

Poof--he sat down on the ground with stars in his eyes, and when he fell, he never wanted to get up again, and the feeling of soreness all over his body made him unable to control his body anymore.

"I won. Zhang Chao smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him up, he was like a perpetual motion machine that never seemed to get tired, and it still took a quarter of an hour to successfully knock Olaf to the ground after a wheel battle from the Locke Fa warriors.

"Awesome!" Olaf was not angry, and after the slightest stunned, he laughed, "Happy!"

Zhang Chao also laughed, from a somewhat shy smile to a hearty laugh, it was indeed a pleasure, like this kind of pain and exhaustion to the flesh, in the spirit of wine and cheers to fight in the gladiatorial battle is indeed very happy.

"Woooooo

"Oooo

There were strange cries of Locke all around, and they couldn't watch it for a long time without entertainment, because most of the ordinary gladiatorial fights were over in a few minutes, and they couldn't watch it for so long.

And these two people are also the most famous figures in Lockefar, and no matter what, the fierce Locke's legal person will not let go.

Gradually, the people who feasted and drank gradually dispersed, and only the people were still drinking together, and Locke had made a lot of wine from Neptune grass, and although the food was scarce, there was definitely a lot of wine.

After all, alcohol is an indispensable thing for people who live in cold places, such as the fighting people of the earth who love vodka.

Zhang Chao held a crystal clear ice bowl, in which the transparent and yellowish liquor seemed to be amber, exuding an irresistible atmosphere.

He hadn't noticed that Olaf was arguing with an old warrior about something, just looking at the crystal inside.

"It's really fascinating to be colored. He opened his hands and wanted to embrace the snowstorm, but he was instantly swept all over his face, lying in the soft snowdrift in a bit of a mess, and he stretched his newly moved limbs to his heart's content.

"Olaf, you brag again, you can't learn from Zhang Chao, how good it is to be quiet!" was arguing with Olaf was an elderly old soldier.

In such an extreme environment, the average life expectancy of the Locke legal person is less than forty years old, and the fact that this old soldier can live until now is enough to see that his strength is definitely not weak, and if he is young, he is definitely not inferior to the current Olaf.

"Where did I brag, you ask Rio, if I hadn't killed that leopard with an axe last time, he would have broken his life!" Olaf blushed from the alcohol, he had drunk too much.

"Hmph, the glory of a warrior lies in the glorious death of a battle, but I don't believe that you can have such an ending, I don't believe that you divinate a hexagram to see if your fate is in line with your complacency?"

"Hehe, if it's a challenge, then I'll accept it, old thing!" Olaf laughed wildly, tearing hard from the corpse of the snow deer next to him, tearing out a frozen hard rib.

"Everyone, look at it!" he said, smugly, tossing his ribs into the fire, "ask the high priest to help me look at the hexagrams." ”

The old warrior snorted coldly and summoned the High Priest, a respected elder who represented the divine authority of the tribe, and although he was not good at fighting, everyone had a heartfelt awe of him in their hearts.

The high priest came, and with his withered hands like rotting branches, he grabbed the rib of the beast from the fire, but there was not the slightest scar on his hand.

He squinted for a long time before he spoke in a calm tone about the hexagram.

"Olaf, you will have a long life, and you will not win the honor of being undisturbed for the rest of your life, but in a way, this is a gift from the gods. ”

Everyone laughed, Zhang Chao noticed this, but he didn't understand why they were laughing, could it be that it was really bad to be alive?

He suddenly realized that since he had possessed the class of owning a dragon, his life level had jumped, and his lifespan had already reached a terrifying level of tens of thousands.

However, his parents and relatives were still just human beings as always.

Thinking of the terrible scene where all his relatives had passed away, leaving him alone, Zhang Chao's mind had a shock.

Not to mention Zhang Chao, who was thinking nonsense, Olaf panted and lifted the axe: "I will prove that your prophecy is ridiculously wrong, I will have the supreme honor of a warrior and successfully die in the mouth of the frost serpent!"

"Are you questioning God, are you questioning me?" said the high priest's face.

The old warrior stopped talking, Olaf was undoubtedly important to Lockefar, and he didn't want the young man to die early in the battle with the Frost Serpent because of this.

Olaf raised his double axe: "I'm not questioning God, I'm just questioning you!"

He was furious, there were people who slandered his honor like this, if that old warrior stood up again, he would definitely have a bloody battle with him that would never stop fighting, but the high priest stood up, which means that he was the one who slandered and completely shattered all the halo that hung over his head!

"Then go and fight it, and if you die, I will retire as High Priest and confess my mistakes and dereliction of duty—and you will regain the honor you deserve!" the High Priest's cloudy eyes looked at Olaf fixedly, neither joy nor sorrow.

"Hmph, go, who's afraid of whom?" Olaf picked up a jar of wine and poured it into his mouth, like an angry bull rumbling into the snow.

"Ahem, you've lived to this age, and you've become a burden to the clan, so you should die. The high priest coughed and pointed to the old warrior who had retreated into the crowd, and limped into his room.

In the desperate eyes of the old soldier, Locke quickly raised the execution axe, which represented shame.

As the axe fell, the skull fell, and the blood stained the white snow, and in a few moments it froze into a crystal of red crystal.

"Eh, where is Zhang Chao? He was there just now. Someone suddenly shouted.

"yes, I just saw him, huh?"

"Where are the people?"

(To be continued.) )