Mu Lingfeng suddenly found that the environment around him was no longer the narrow cave, but hiding behind the stone chairs in the stands.

The glorious and dilapidated Colosseum of Ancient Rome appeared in front of his eyes, countless times larger than the Shadow Fang Arena, and the ancient atmosphere of the vast vicissitudes of life came to his face, and the original ogre's Golia Empire was not so unbearable.

"The rules of battle are, ten people battle, one hundred people battle, thousand people battle, warrior battle!" As soon as the ogre sacrifice's words fell, a red rain of blood fell from the sky, dripping on everyone's body.

The Colosseum seemed to recognize the rules of the sacrifice, and under the confusion of everyone, the blood rain inexorably invaded everyone's bodies.

"System: You are affected by the magic of the ancient rules, and your strength is locked at level 35, super elite rank, until the magic is over!"

Mu Lingfeng looked at the changes in himself, his basic attributes were very high, and he had become a super-level elite at this time, his health had soared to 6 million, and the effect of his skills had also been strengthened.

The Alliance soldiers had apparently discovered this as well, and their rank had actually been raised from elite to super-elite, and although their rank had been reduced from 55 to 35, a powerful feeling swept through their bodies.

But that doesn't make them happy, without level suppression, the ogre will deal full damage to them instead of 40% of what level crushing!

"Ogres have such powerful magic, no wonder they are between the tribes and alliances, not only did they not extinct but cultivated the overlord-level Flota." Mu Lingfeng sighed.

He had no idea of going down to fight, first of all, his purpose was to provoke a big war between the Alliance and the Ogre, which he had already done.

Secondly, under his Titan Divine Light, Flora is still at the overlord level, only the level has changed to level 35, which has not been changed by the rule magic, and it is conceivable that the ogre sacrifice used the privilege.

The significance of the ogre sacrifice to put the warrior battle in the final competition is probably to be able to dissolve this ancient magic at will, once the alliance is defeated by the ogre, it will be the beginning of the slaughter, and then Florta will let the generals of the alliance stay here.

"The first battle will start in a minute, a ten-man battle, please be ready to play quickly, otherwise you will be wiped out!"

The sound of majestic vicissitudes resounded in the sky above the Grand Arena, and the Alliance soldiers and the Stonefist Clan were magically isolated in the corners of the arena, vacating a large area of battle.

The coalition general gritted his teeth and ordered the formation of the army.

Mu Lingfeng looked at the ogre's layout, which was simply divided into three formations of 10, 100, and 1000, while the alliance side only used ordinary soldiers in the 10-person formation, and there were 10 officers in the 100-person formation, and all the officers were suppressed in the 1000-person formation.

Obviously, the 10-man formation was abandoned, and the number of officers whose rank and strength were suppressed was too small to keep this smallest formation.

When the time came, the ten-person teams on both sides were teleported in at the same time, and on the alliance side were 3 shield armor warriors, 1 dreadnought, 1 thief, 3 law systems, and 2 healing people, typical Iron Triangle mode teams, while the ogre was simple, all mace and giant axe warriors.

The three shield armor warriors who were specially arranged, with nervous standing shields in front of them, and the tall barbaric ogres gave them tremendous pressure.

"You weak reptiles!"

"Let me teach you how, fight!"

"Charge!"

Ten ogre warriors picked up their weapons and slashed with a whirlwind, directly smashing the alliance soldiers in front of them into blood foam, human beings of the same level and rank are vulnerable in front of ogres, and the natural physical disparity is destined to the so-called fair battle, which cannot be fair at all.

The alliance general's face was extremely ugly, he guessed that the alliance soldiers would lose, but he didn't expect to die tragically on the spot in one round, looking at the soldiers in the other formations with frightened faces, he had a bad premonition.

Without waiting for him to mobilize his morale, the second hundred-person formation was teleported into the venue again, and this time the end was even more miserable, with more than a dozen school officers commanding conflicts and interfering with each other, resulting in the formation not cooperating at all, and being directly taken away by a wave of ogres charged.

"I'm not convinced, it's not fair at all!" The dwarven lieutenant's beard was cocked.

"In the Colosseum of the Golia Empire, the words of the empire are the rules!"

The voice above the Colosseum reappeared, and the dwarven lieutenant who had spoken had turned into a puddle of blood.

Mu Lingfeng looked at it bluntly, such a domineering magic must not be something that the ogre sacrifice can perform, but he can communicate with the ancient imperial relics of the Draenor Continent!

"Damn! This is to kill us here! The Admiral of the Alliance clenched his fists and said angrily, but he couldn't do anything about it.

From the moment they stepped into the stone fist hall, defeat was already doomed, Mu Lingfeng, who originally wanted both sides to fight for both sides, silently shrank behind the stone chair, if he dared to jump out, it would be difficult to ensure that he would not be wiped out.

According to the information of the Chaos World he read when he was in the Guide's space, the continent of Draenor is the Outlander, and the territory of Illidan was only shattered into the current Outlander when the space was torn apart by the Neo group.

The ruins of the Goria Empire could not exist at all, and where are the ruins of the empire communicated with the ogre sacrifice?

Mu Lingfeng felt that this sacrifice was hiding some secrets, far from being as simple as it seemed on the surface.

No matter how angry the alliance generals are, the third round of battles is still forced, but the alliance soldiers have long become unmotivated, and these soldiers, known as the division of a hundred battles, are actually just on the battlefield and have seen blood, and compared with the ogres who grew up in blood, they are as fragile as children.

There is no doubt in the third battle, under the absolute strength, the alliance failed miserably again, the desperate alliance general crushed the crystal in his hand, sent the situation back to the top of the alliance, and took the remaining soldiers to rush to Florta and the ogre sacrifice regardless of the rules, in a vain attempt to besiege and kill the two, and create an opportunity for the alliance reinforcements who would later conquer the ogre tribe.

"Hehe, disobey the rules of the great Golia Empire, and your soul will be imprisoned in the Colosseum forever!" The Ogre Priest sneered.

The blood and soul obtained from the battle of a thousand men just now were poured into the bone staff again, and the sound above the arena became more and more majestic, and the charging alliance army suddenly turned into blood and mud.

If it weren't for the blood of a place, I'm afraid no one would have believed that a great war had just taken place here.

"It's really self-defeating, if you resist the power of the rules from the beginning, there is still a chance, although I will also take the initiative to erase you! Rattle! The ogre priest laughed coldly.

The scene in front of him changed again, Mu Lingfeng returned to the small cave, and it was already quiet late at night outside.

Mu Lingfeng heard the words of the ogre sacrifice, and knew that the alliance general was not decisive enough to lose, and he actually followed the enemy's rules to fight, and he had already lost from the beginning, but even if he was decisive enough, it was difficult to ensure that the sacrifice had no other means.

Mu Lingfeng smiled slightly, and the great work was in hand again, and then he threw the record crystal to Desty and lay down leisurely.

The alliance suffered three major defeats in a row, which completely detonated the battle and peace meeting of the alliance's high-level, and the main peace faction was enough to take this invasion incident and crush the main battle faction.

Compared with the tribal leader's word, the nobles of the alliance also have great power, and the king's decisions should not be overly arbitrary.

King Varian rubbed his swollen forehead, yesterday he was still like a bamboo, he took the entire Arathi in one day, and today he has been defeated again and again, obviously the tribe's army is still blocked in the wall of Soladin, but everything is not going well, "Damn ogres, they should really be completely wiped out in the chaotic world!" ”

Varian's words were naturally angry, after all, the ogres around the world were no less than humans, but they were too scattered and did not have a unified kingdom.

"Your Majesty, the front line has been urging more troops, they can't hold out for too long, with the current situation, if they are defeated, I'm afraid they will have to flee to Falling Hammer Town, with the tribe's years of operation and understanding of Falling Hammer Town, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for long."

"And on the way to retreat, you will inevitably be chased and killed, and the losses are unbearable!"

"Fort Riptide has fallen, the Valley of Refuge has been destroyed, and if we lose Hammer Town again, we will have to retreat behind the Sador Bridge."

"The orc airship has been nearly half free from our entanglement, and once it catches up with the support, it may even cross the Sador Bridge to occupy the wetlands, all of this requires your decision!"

"Your Majesty, give your order quickly! Is it to increase troops or to negotiate peace? ”

The nobles at the meeting will give Varian a headache every word you say, whether he increases his troops or not, he will offend the interests of one side, and he will always be asked to do what he wants.

Varian is tired of dealing with problems in quarrels, and even if it is the rules of Stormwind since its founding, he wants to change!

"Reinforcement!"

"Your Majesty the King...."

"Needless to say, I've made up my mind, speak again, and send you to the front!"

Varian angrily interrupted the words of the Lord and the faction, and looked at the gloating main battle faction,

"After the war, I will announce the abolition of your senate power and replace it with the right to make recommendations, and you propose, and it will be up to me to decide whether to adopt it! Hum! A bunch of useless rubbish! ”

Varian shook off his chair and walked away, leaving the nobles looking at each other.

It stands to reason that Varian can't do this, and the right of the nobles to participate in the council is the right promised to the nobles when the previous king founded Stormwind, but Varian has been running Stormwind for many years, and he has accumulated a lot of power, and no one dared to refute it for a while.

Except for the dwarves who live underground all year round have a certain ability to see at night, the night is very unfavorable to humans and gnomes, and not all soldiers can be equipped with dwarf night vision glasses.

And the night is the time for the Forsaken to really start the battle, blood-red eyes, and a keen perception of living creatures, allowing them to fight like a fish in water at night.

"Major General Britta, my men need to rest, they've been bombing for 2 hours straight!" The dwarf major general looked at the not good situation in front of him and said with some embarrassment.

"Thorn, if your bombardment stops, my people won't be able to stop this crazy group of undead, they are man-made killing machines, they don't know tiredness and pain, and my people are just as persistently fighting!" Britta pointed to the undead who were standing on the corpses and attacked, and said in pain.

"Damn, when will reinforcements from the top of the alliance arrive? What's the use of always sending some dead waste to come? Thorn grabbed his hair angrily, driving the engineering plane, it was not easier than fighting, just two hours was enough to make people tired and tired, and the spirit would be extremely tired.

"Dead waste? What does that mean? Bretta frowned.

"You didn't get the news? The newly sent 4,000 troops were stopped by the ogres of the Stone Fist clan, and they all died! Thorn asked, confused.

"What? Damn ogres, how dare you make a move on the Alliance! Britta slammed into the wall in a circle and roared angrily.

"Don't do that, Britta, no one wants to, it's just that the ogres are hunting us for food, and that's why they've stepped into their dastardly trap." Sean hurriedly comforted.

Britta looked at the tense situation and sighed, "Thorn, hold on for another hour, if reinforcements don't come, we should also withdraw." ”

Thorn's engineering glasses suddenly emitted a "Didi" alarm, and he immediately looked into the distance, and said with a wry smile, "It's really time to withdraw, the army of orcs has been released from the containment of our air force!" ”

"Roar! ~”

"Teach these Coalition minus a lesson!"

"They have no choice but to flee before the fangs of the orcs!"

"Power and glory!"

"Forward!"