The last words of that guy, Malone really didn't hear clearly; But he knew that that guy had promised to give himself the strength to survive in such troubled times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde - of course, although the Alliance and the Horde have their own roles in the game, judging by Marlon's own aesthetics and view of good and evil, he will naturally not stand with the Horde.

It's just that now Ma Long can't put things like camps and positions into his own consideration, he just wants to figure out what kind of "divine power" he has.

"What is it?" Malone muttered, puzzled.

"Ha, McColmaron, what are you thinking?" The familiar voice of the broken gong reached Marlon's ears again, and a helpless expression flashed on his face, and he raised his head to look at the place where the sound came from.

Tyrone? The Blood Demon stood right in front of Marlon, just like yesterday, his body neatly draped - why was he naked when he was dressed like a dog?

Thinking angrily about this question, Malone clamped his legs a little tighter—how do you feel when you're alone, in Tyrone? In front of the Blood Demon, Malone didn't want to show something.

"Hehe, don't hide it, that thing doesn't do much to the dead anyway." Tyrone? The Bloodfiend grinned—only the horrible expression turned into a sinister grin, and threw a bag at Marlon's feet.

With a "dang chang" sound, Malone looked at the bag - it turned out to be a rusty set of armor.

Thankfully, I finally got clothes to wear...... Otherwise, it's cold; Marlon hurriedly picked up the armor, and didn't care about Tyrone? The Blood Demon was still on the side, and hurriedly put it on.

"Where did you get this dress?" Marlon and Tyrone? The Bloodfiend spoke the first words - because he was genuinely curious.

Tyrone? The armor that the Blood Demon had brought was worn, with a few obvious damages, but it was a complete set - in addition to chest armor, leg armor, shin guards, and leather boots, there was actually a set of shirts and pants underneath.

Of course, Marlon, who was accustomed to all kinds of silk and synthetic clothes, felt like pins and needles all over his body after wearing a shirt like the world of Azeroth, which was probably made of linen—but it was better than being naked.

"Picked from a dead man." Tyrone? Bloodseeker replied.

"Dead ......" Ma Long's movement on the chest armor slowed down, and he hesitated to look at the large piece of iron he was holding in his hand.

A jagged notch appeared in the middle of the chest armor, and patches of reddish-brown hard spots condensed near the notch, emitting a foul smell.

Ma Long endured the discomfort in his body and threw the armor aside—he knew that the reddish-brown thing should be a blood stain made of blood coagulation.

"Don't you wear armor?" Tyrone? The Blood Demon looked at Marlon with some concern, "Are you still not feeling well?" You'd better put on your armor, McColmalone, we'll be going north soon, and unlike before, we'll be at the front of the battlefield like those warriors, and we won't be able to do it without armor! ”

"I ......" Malone looked at the shirt and pants that had been put on his body - if he didn't really want to be naked, he wouldn't even want to wear this set of clothes that had been stripped off the dead man's body.

Sure enough, orcs are really savage creatures—Marlon thought, and his desire to leave here was even more determined.

"Okay, if you don't want to wear armor, don't wear it first, I also think it's inconvenient to wear this thing on your body...... "Tyrone? The Blood Demon babbled.

Marlon, who was dressed, sat back on the ground and began to be in a daze; Tyrone? Seeing him like this, the Blood Demon was a little worried, but he didn't know what to say, so he sat down not far from Ma Long, fiddling with a long stick with a jewel on his waist.

Malone is still thinking about his future path - that god...... What kind of power did you give yourself?

"Hey, Tyrone...... Do me a favor. "Marlon vs. Tyrone? Bloodseeker said.

"Huh? Do what? "Tyrone? The Blood Demon arched to Marlon's side with a move.

Oh, my God...... What does it taste like...... Malone's sense of smell was greatly impacted.

Only then did he have time to take a closer look at Tyrone? The Blood Fiend - not to his terrible countenance, which Malone wanted to vomit at the sight of it - but to his clothes.

Obviously, Tyrone? The Bloodfiend's clothes should have been ripped off the "dead man" as well, and he had been wearing them significantly longer than Marlon, and more importantly, Tyrone? The human corpse occupied by the Blood Demon was far more rotten than Marlon's, which also gave him a strong smell of corpses.

"It stinks." Malone couldn't help but complain.

"Really? How can I not smell it? "Tyrone? Curiously, the Blood Demon put his hand in front of his nostrils and sniffed hard, but only to make a snorting sound - his body was badly damaged, and the two nostrils were obviously ineffective, and could only make a sound like a wind tunnel.

The more important point, and one that Malone didn't notice, was - how could a dead person have a sense of smell?

"Come, like me." Marlon stretched out his hand and motioned to Tyrone? Bloodfiend, made a "wrist wrench" pose.

That's right, in order to test his strength, Malone is going to be with Tyrone? Bloodseeker wrestles his wrist.

McColmaron...... It's an awkward pose. "I don't know why, Tyrone? The Blood Fiend's body was completely not as flexible as Marlon's - his wrists were so stiff that they could barely clasp with Marlon's hands.

It took a lot of effort to get in a pose, Marlon to Tyrone? Bloodseeker explains the simple rules of "wrist wrestling" and begins the countdown.

"Three, two, one, go!" Marlon began to wrench Tyrone hard? Bloodseeker's wrist.

Maybe it's because the "god of video games" is really skilled at doing such things - Marlon is referring to things like teleporting people to the other world - Marlon is now in control of this body that does not belong to him, and he is completely proficient.

"Ahh Tyrone? The Bloodseeker let out a cry of surprise.

"Isn't it, I'm that good?" Malone murmured.

In the "wrist wrench" contest, Malone defeated Tyrone? Bloodseeker.

In order to make sure that this is not a simple luck, Marlon and Tyrone? Bloodfiend tried it several times—he didn't even care too much about the stench on the other party.

In the end, Malone found that his strength was indeed great, at least greater than Tyrone? There are a lot of Bloodseekers - because this guy can't defeat himself in a battle of strength with both hands.

This shows that his strength should be considered the most powerful among mortals - Tyrone? The Blood Demon is at least at the upper echelon of mortal-level battles in the world of Azeroth, and his own strength is almost twice that of the Death Knight leader.

But what's the use of that? - Malone has a feeling of irony - he has no training in martial arts, and if he wants to survive in this world simply by strength, that is the real joke!

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