Winner? Fight Sal? This Nima is a bit of a bully, let's not say that every warrior in Kukaron is the most elite and powerful warrior in the tribe, let's talk about Sal, this girl is a real hero and powerhouse, much stronger than Sylvanas, and if you compete with him, you will die too badly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, I hesitated, but in a blink of an eye, I thought of the Forsaken and Sylvanas being looked down upon and unpopular in the tribe, and I became ambitious again, and if I wanted to truly integrate into the big family of the tribe, iron and blood, strength and honor were indispensable.

"Okay, if you wish, I'll have a one-on-one fight with you." I said in a deep voice.

"You, you, and you, the three of you are out of the ranks." Sal ignored my provocation, but randomly ordered three Kukarons to fight with me next to him, but it seemed to be a random choice, why did I always think that Sal did it on purpose, didn't I see that those three Kukarons were stronger than the other Kukarons several laps stronger?

The orcs were rude and savage, and after Sal pointed out the three Kukarons, the surrounding orc crowd immediately retreated, and did not stop until a circle with a diameter of twenty meters was vacated.

Needless to say, these savage guys couldn't wait to go to Orgrimmar's arena and set up the ring right here.

Sylvanas walked up to me, whispered "Don't keep it" in my ear, and headed for Thrall with Bridget and ten Royal Terror Guards.

As they approached Thrall, Sylvanas whispered a few words to Sal, and the two of them retreated towards the edge of the circle with everyone, leaving only one of the three Kucarons.

"I, Oswald, challenge you!"

This is a fifth-order peak powerhouse, with a huge body of more than two meters and three, wearing a whole body of fine plate armor, strong muscles prop up the plate armor round and rumbling, and in his hand is a double-edged giant axe, the shining axe surface and sharp axe blade make this double-edged giant axe full of murderous aura.

Looking at the angry orcs in front of me, my fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and when Osveld finished speaking, I threw out my two-handed broadsword behind my back, and then roared, "Okay, I accept your challenge." ”

"Undead, I advise you to pick up your weapon, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will be able to hold on to my hands for three seconds."

"Weapons?" I scoffed and said, "Aren't the battles between orcs all a contest of strength and skill?" Could it be that if you leave the weapon, you are a soft-footed shrimp in a frying pan? It's just that the surface is bright, but in fact, the flesh has become soft and fragrant? ”

Roar!

As soon as I finished speaking, before Osvid could refute him, the crowd around me erupted in a roar of rage, but it was not me, but Osvid, who was of the same origin as them.

"Damn, put down your weapons, when will you need weapons in a duel between orcs?"

"Osvid, you damned coward, don't you know that the most precious gift God has given us is our strong bodies? You have forgotten our traditions, and you are not a ghost! ”

"Ancestor, please forgive this ignorant child, he must have been imprisoned by humans for too long to forget the traditions that orcs are supposed to follow."

……

See, the orcs are like that, they are simple and rude, they regard tradition and honor as more important than life, and if anyone dares to trample on their tradition and honor, then this person is the enemy of all orcs, including Kukaron Oswid, who is of the same origin as them.

For example, now, my words cater to the orc tradition, so I am on the orc's side, and Osvid is the target of the public.

The surrounding orcs cursed together, and Osvid's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"I'll beat you like a real orc." With a roar, Osveld threw away his axe, took off his armor, and stood in front of me in a pair of gray tights.

“……”

Nima's, this brain is too straight, you just throw away your weapons and upper body armor, but what do you mean by taking off your leggings, are you going to a beauty pageant? Facing Osvid, who had almost a pair of panties left, I was speechless.

"That's good, that's how you can show the strength of the orcs."

"Osvid, you have followed tradition, you are an excellent orc."

"Let the undead see what a real orc is."

……

Seeing Osveld throw away his weapons and take off his armor, the crowd was full of praise, and every orc's gaze at Osveld softened a lot.

However, Oswald was not proud, but said to me very solemnly: "Are you ready, undead?" "Perhaps, if he thinks that I can follow the tradition of the orcs, then I am a friend of the orcs, and friendship is the most important thing to friends.

"Come on!" I yelled and said, "Show me your power!" ”

With that, I rushed at Osveld with my arms outstretched, and Osvid, whom I had led into the ditch, also rushed at me with his arms outstretched.

In an instant, the two of us came into contact, but not fists and feet, but ten fingers interlocked, Osvik condescendingly agitated all the muscles of his body to overwhelm me, and I resisted Osvik like a hill with a small and big one.

The battle of power began at this moment without warning.

The strength of the orcs is at least three times greater than that of humans, which can be seen from their large arms that are comparable to the waist thickness of humans, and the Osvik as Kukaron is extremely strong, and his arms are really like two hundred-year-old trees, both thick and tough, and the power that comes from them is as thick as a mountain.

However, this little power is nothing to me, and the great strength of the walking corpse itself and the brute force brought by the golden bones can still allow me to deal with it easily.

Although I was being pressed into the ground by Osvik at this time, it seemed that I was absolutely weak when I went out, but this was just a situation where I did not fully exert my strength, and if I exerted my strength, I believe that Osvik would definitely be thrown out by me.

"Osvik, come on!"

"For the sake of honor, kill the undead!"

"There has never been another race that can compete with our orcs."

……

For a moment, the surrounding orcs began to be noisy again, as if I had been defeated and out. Very well, in that case, let's give you a taste of defeat.

Roar!

With a low roar, I suddenly exerted my strength, my legs, waist, shoulders and arms at the same time, the golden bones were crackled by my twist, and the strength of my whole body instantly gathered my arms, accompanied by a low roar, as soon as my arms were raised, Osvik flew out. (To be continued.) )