"What about you, newcomer? Don't know the rules here? ”

The camp gate was open, and Ares and Durham swaggered inside, when the guards rushed over with a loud yell, and as they were about to punch and kick Ares, Dram threw the camp guard to the ground with a standard takedown, and a hand was already on his throat. The whole action was only a matter of a moment, and the guard didn't even know what was going on before he was crushed under the powerful intruder.

At this point, everyone in the camp was immediately alarmed, whether it was the robbers, the overseers, or the refugee slaves, all of whom cast surprised glances at Ares and Drum's group. At this moment, Herold got up behind Ares, he used to be intimidated when he saw the mage, and now, with the great lord, the mage counts as a ball......

"Who dares to spread wild in Lao Tzu's territory?"

Just when everyone cast surprised eyes, out of the wooden house in front of them, came a bald old man, who was holding a cane, a magic staff, the tip of which was inlaid with a small crystal ball, which glittered in the faint sunlight. The old man's voice was very sharp, and he walked slowly and unhurriedly, staring at Ares and the group of fierce uncles behind him.

Mage, Ares is almost certain that this thing is the so-called leader of the Five Fireball God Cult.

He was thin and walked slowly, but the rest of the camp saw him as if they had seen a god, and they fell to their knees in respect. And the camp guards who were pressed to the ground by Drumm on the side also suddenly became awesome.

"This is the famous leader of the Five Fireball God Cult - Andre. Mistress Griffith, boy, if you are interested, get down on your knees now and beg for mercy, or with a single finger of your hand, Lord Andre will disappear from this world, leaving behind a mass of charred ashes. ”

"That's what I'm looking for."

As soon as the guard's voice fell, he thought that the intruders would obediently obey, but he didn't expect Ares to just glance at him coldly, and strode towards the mage.

"This guy doesn't want to live anymore?"

Almost all of them exclaimed from their hearts. They had seen countless intruders come to challenge the archmage, but without exception, they were all burned to ashes, and now, this young man, who looked like he was only in his early twenties, was so arrogant that he came up alone.

"You're the leader here?"

Ares approached, and the old mage didn't care if he approached him, dragon breath, teleportation, magic barriers, all kinds of spells were waiting for him, if he dared to do it.

"Where's the eyes?"

After waiting for a long time, the old man looked sideways and said coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my eyes only look at the people I want to see, the people I don't want to see, I can't see clearly."

In the face of the mage's arrogance, Ares also looked sideways and answered clearly word by word. Nima, who was abused by the mage in his previous life, and now, when he comes to Azeroth, how can he be arrogant......

Ares's words were like flames, thrown into the oil pot, and in the next second, the expression on the old mage's face immediately turned bad, for so long, no one dared to challenge his authority, let alone point his nose and scold himself.

"Then I'll let you see it clearly."

As he spoke, a blazing flame had gathered in the old mage's palm. The flames crackled as they burned, and the expressions on the faces of the people around them became even more frightened, and they knew that if this young man did not bow his head and admit his mistake, he would soon be turned into a pile of charred ashes. In this era of natural disasters, there is not even a cemetery.

However, in the next second, an even more unexpected picture appeared. I saw Ares pull out the incomparably amazing big sword from his back, like the claws of a demon, the giant sword is well-made, as if it comes from the dwarf craft, the sword body exudes a dark green bright light, as if surging with infinite magic power, the refugees in the refugee camp have never seen an enchanted weapon, which is a luxury only in the distant Quel'Salas, the elven kingdom.

However, they didn't know that the greatsword in Ares's hand was not enchanted, it was only in its degraded form, and the vengeful soul of old Mograini remained in the sword, exuding a demonic green color, a power that could be felt by the appearance of those who did not touch him. And the old mage in front of him felt extremely pressure at the moment when the giant sword was pulled out.

The expression on his face suddenly became extremely surprised, and his eyes, eyebrows, and nose were almost crowded together.

"Now you can see it clearly."

This time, it was Ares' turn.

But the words have come to this, and neither of them can end up. The old mage took a deep breath, and he gradually distanced himself from Ares, and then, an incomparably bright flame flew towards Ares.

Fireballs swept through the air, and even a blazing wind of flames blew. You can hear the explosion of the flames.

However, Ares is used to such spells, and the High Elves of Quel'Salas cast spells that are much more awesome than this guy, at most, he casts spells a little faster.

In the direction of the flames, Ares lifted the Ember Bringer. I saw that the moment the huge fireball hit the blade, it turned into countless tiny sparks, flying in all directions, and some of the sparks fell on the grass, igniting a large fire.

After the loud explosion, people looked in horror at the place where the fireball exploded, and the young man who dared to challenge the archmage was dead, disabled, or ......

However, in the next second, to everyone's surprise, in the rising smoke, Ares held the giant sword and walked towards Andre, the leader of the Five Fireball Sect, with a smile on his face. He didn't even have any injuries on his body, at most some sparks fell on his body, burning a few holes in his clothes.

Andre looked confused, he frowned, the flame energy in his hand had not been extinguished, but it was obviously pointless to make another shot, it would only consume his mana.

But you can't admit defeat, so many people are watching......

"Wait, young man, I'm afraid it's not right for you to deal with an old man like this. Since you're here to challenge, follow our rules here. ”

The old mage paused, then he put his staff on the ground and said with a serious face.

"Rules? What rules? ”

Ares paused and asked with a smile.

"You should know that the name of our organization is called the Five Fireball God Cult. That is to say, we are five people, not one! If you want to challenge me, you'll have to challenge all five of us at the same time. Of course, for the sake of fairness, you can also send five people to play, and if there are not exactly four people behind you, let them come together, so that 5v5, it is fair. ”

5v5…… Do you play Honor of Kings...... Ares couldn't help but complain from his heart. But it is estimated that if he does not agree to the old man's request, he will not surrender.

"Okay, just do what you ask."

Holding his head high, Ares returned loudly.