At this moment, in the distant orc country south of the Nightsong Forest, in the royal city of the Bimon Empire, Orgrimmar City, the election ceremony of the new imperial emperor is being carried out in the largest gladiatorial arena on the continent, the Great Colosseum of Gulabash, which can accommodate 100,000 spectators, is already full at this moment. On the 12 totem poles cast by pure copper, with a diameter of 10 meters and a height of nearly 100 meters, engraved with reliefs of various fierce birds and beasts, surrounded by the Colosseum, eight shamans stand on the top of the eight totem poles. These eight shamans have all stepped into the realm of the Holy Order, and they are all members of the Imperial Electoral College, holding in their hands the sacred vote to elect the Emperor.

According to the rules set by the Beamon Empire at the beginning of its existence, there was no succession to the throne of the empire, and it could only be elected through elections. The members of the Electoral College are the Holy Order Shamans within the Empire. The only ones who can be elected to the throne are warriors or knights who have stepped into the realm of the Holy Order in the empire. Because the orcs advocate martial arts, the emperor who can lead them must be outstanding in personal strength, so the threshold of the holy rank powerhouse is set. However, it is not possible to govern the country by force alone, and wise minds and outstanding talents are more important, so a system of trial tasks for the Great Electoral College has been set up. That is, the contenders for the throne must complete the three trial tasks assigned by the Great Electoral College. To accomplish these difficult trials, it is not enough for the contenders for the throne to have strong force, but wisdom is essential. If the three Trials missions of the Grand Electoral College are successfully completed, the contender for the throne will become the candidate for the throne, and can ask the Grand Election College to elect between himself and the current Emperor, or other candidates who have passed the Trial mission. If the final vote of the Grand Electoral College does not allow them to decide the winner, then the final ownership of the Imperial Throne will be determined by the most primitive and bloody duel.

Although the emperor's election system is complicated and cumbersome, it ensures that the empire can always have an emperor who is both brave and wise, and will not produce mediocre people. This is also an important reason why the Bimon Empire was founded for thousands of years and is still one of the most powerful countries on the continent.

At this moment, the four remaining totem poles around the Colosseum that no one is standing on do not mean that there are still four holy shamans in the future, and there is actually only one person in the real future. Today, there are nine holy shamans in the Bimon Empire, and as for why there are twelve totem poles in the Colosseum, it is because at the height of the empire, the number of holy shamans reached twelve. In the following hundreds of years, although the number of holy shamans in the Beamon Empire did not reach such a height, the totem poles that were once erected were permanently left in the Grand Gladiatorial Arena, witnessing the joys and sorrows of the old emperor and the birth of the new emperor.

However, the situation in the Colosseum today is slightly different from the situation that has often occurred in the history of the Empire when newcomers challenge the Emperor. Because, the two protagonists in the Colosseum today are two young orcs. One of them, the Pyr bearman, was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, while the other Rhine lion man was too young, looking less than thirty years old. The current Emperor was a Tiger from the Taggo tribe, who was seventy years old, and before the two young challengers could complete the trial mission, they had to give up the right to defend their throne because of an incurable blow they had suffered in a battle against the Northwest Mountain Giants. Perhaps, this is also the luck of this old emperor. Because, in the history of the empire, anyone who stepped into the Colosseum and finally used a duel to fight for the throne will only be able to get out of the Colosseum alive.

A flaming cloud of fire suddenly floated from the sky and came to a halt above the Colosseum. When the fire clouds dissipated, a minotaur Juggernaut with a giant sword on his back, red clothes and red armor, and red hair fluttering, appeared in front of the 100,000 spectators in the Colosseum. The Minotaur Sword Saint was covered in dust, panting, his chest heaving, and it was obvious that he had hurried to the Colosseum after a long and all-out flight trek.

"I've been waiting outside the Tower of Babel for five days, but I still haven't been able to get in touch with Lord Zulian inside the tower. The Minotaur Sword Saint didn't speak loudly, but it spread to every corner of the Great Gladiatorial Arena like a flood bell and a great lu.

"When Lord Zulian stepped into the Tower of Babel to impact the Divine Rank Realm six years ago, he left a message that if the Empire once again voted on the throne while he was in retreat, if he could not be contacted at that time, his vote would be automatically invalidated. Now that the time for voting has arrived, without further ado, the voting in the Great Electoral College will begin immediately!" Above the totem pole, a lion-man saint shaman with a deeply wrinkled face immediately announced loudly after hearing the news brought back by the minotaur swordmaster.

After saluting Floyd, the head of the Sacred Shaman the Lionman who spoke, the head of the Imperial Electoral College and the number one High Priest of the Temple of Tampas, the highest belief of the orcs, the Minotaur Sword Saint flew over to the guest of honor in the Colosseum and sat down there. On the podium, all the people who were allowed to sit were the patriarchs of the five great clans of the empire, the four overseers of the army, and the juggernauts and paladins who held important positions in the empire.

"The election begins!" As Freud's old voice echoed through the Colosseum again, the eight holy shamans on the totem pole each shot a 'blessed light' at the two young orcs in the center of the Colosseum. The 'Blessed Light' was originally a spell used by the shaman to dispel negative magic, and for the two young orcs on the field who did not have any negative magic possession at all, the effect of the 'Blessed Light' itself did not play a role. But at this moment, the 'blessed light' is extremely significant, because the holy shamans will use it to express their favorite emperor candidates.

Pillars of light struck the two young orcs. At this moment, the 100,000 orcs in the Great Gladiatorial Arena were silent, all waiting with bated breath for the answer to be announced. When the voting results were finally announced, the entire Colosseum seemed to suffocate for a moment, and then it boiled instantly, four to four, the votes were equal, and a battle of kings that made the orcs blood run wild was about to be staged.

As soon as the bear-man warrior in the Colosseum raised his hand, a double-edged battle axe stuck in the ground under his feet immediately jumped into his hand as if he had been summoned. The bearman warrior held a double-edged battle axe, and said to the lion warrior in front of him with a proud look on his face: "Iorio, I didn't expect that my opponent in the end turned out to be you, I am really lucky! Although that old thing in Stuttgart is already old, he has entered the Silver Rank Realm after all, and I have just touched the threshold of the Silver Rank Realm, I thought that this battle for the throne would be very difficult. It's a pity that the old thing was too big on the battlefield, and was severely injured by the Titan Giant who helped the Alpine Giants fight, and even the strength of the Bronze Saint Rank realm could not be maintained, and he lost the qualification to defend his throne. Now that my opponent is you, a warrior who has just stepped into the Bronze Rank realm, then this battle for the throne has become much easier!I will decapitate your head and celebrate my coronation with your blood!"

In the face of arrogant opponents, Iorio showed no weakness. The heavy sword in his hand was slowly raised, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the bear warrior, and said: "Mugot, with your elm-like head, you can actually pass the trial mission of the Great Election League, I have to say, this is a miracle! Or, in the trial task given to you, what is the trick? Between the miracle and the tricky, I think it's more likely to be the tricky!"

Iorio's provocative words sent the grumpy bear-man into a rage. A storm of fighting spirit suddenly formed from Mugot's body, soaring into the sky, and a powerful coercion enveloped the entire Colosseum. At the same time, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and the eight holy shamans on the totem pole suddenly chanted the sacrificial battle song in unison, and the magic power of their whole bodies worked, and together they gave birth to a protective light shield in the Great Gladiatorial Arena, separating the gladiatorial arena in the center of the Great Gladiatorial Arena from the surrounding auditorium. After all, the destructive power of the battle between the two Saint-rank powerhouses was too huge, and if it was not controlled, not to mention a large gladiatorial arena, even a city could be completely destroyed because of the impact of the battle.

When the protective shield was about to be fully formed, in the audience, a Munk monkey man suddenly jumped into the center of the colosseum.

"Look for death!" Seeing that someone was trying to disturb the gladiatorial fight between the two emperor candidates, a holy shaman who majored in fire spells on the totem pole popped a small fireball the size of a thumb cap and struck at the monkey man. Although this fireball is pitifully small, the terrifying fire-based energy contained in it will also cause it to be burned into ashes in an instant if it hits a great sword master.

However, what was shocking was that the monkey man completely ignored the fireball attack sent by a bronze holy rank shaman, and as soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed the fireball flying in front of him in his hand, and grasped it with five fingers, only to hear a 'poof' sound, and a stream of flames suddenly overflowed from between his fingers. When the monkey man spread his palm again, except for the palm that was a little charred, the fireball in his palm was gone.

"What!" the holy shaman who sent out the fireball opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Hmph!" When Freud, the head of the grand electoral team and the first priest of the temple, saw this scene, let out a cold snort, and was about to make a move, Iorio in the center of the colosseum suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

Floyd, who was about to pull out the magic trick, paused and turned his inquiring gaze to Ioreo.