It's a bit of a joke, is there such a duel?

Yes!

Under the attention of everyone, Woking nodded with a smile on his face when he heard this proposal, "It's indeed a good suggestion, but he ......"

Wojin looked at Seljuk, and Seljuk looked at the two of them pitifully, extremely embarrassed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Just let him stand here, I think it's appropriate." Griffin smiled so naturally that Woking was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll get out of the show." Woking shook his head self-deprecatingly, turned around, how to come and how to go back.

Griffin smiled meaningfully at Seljuk, took out his staff, and flew into the air and flew away from the hustle and bustle of the arena.

Now the joke was too big, and Seljuk was dumbfounded, looking around the audience, helpless. These big fish are actually safe and sound, and they surrender this victory to themselves, aren't they dreaming?

The goblin master of ceremonies was now swept away with arrogance, and shouted a little decadently: "The cunning Seljuk has already defeated two opponents, as long as he defeats one more, he will enter the semi-finals, and the following ...... Whoever likes to go down there, I don't care......"

He's really frustrated, he can't afford to mess with either of them, so what's the matter?

One shout went unanswered, the second shouted no one answered, and after the third shout, the goblin raised a small mallet in his hand and smashed it towards the table.

Just as the hammer was about to hit the table, Cheng Xiaotian was stunned, and his eyes immediately straightened.

Airplanes!

The goblin smashed down with a hammer, but there was no final sound as expected, because the hammer was gone.

"This ......" The goblin looked up blankly, only to see a person standing directly across from him, looking at him with a wicked smile on his face.

It was a dwarf, a dwarf with two long mustaches, dressed in a purple-blue magic robe. No one knows how he appeared, maybe through a long-distance flash, maybe through some spatial magic, but he suddenly appeared in front of the goblin master of ceremonies, and snatched the hammer with his hand.

"Impatience is not a good habit." The dwarf held out a short index finger and shook it at the stunned goblin master of ceremonies.

The next moment, the dwarf stepped forward, stood on the edge of the rostrum, and shouted in all directions: "I! Milhouse - Mana Storm, will participate in this gladiatorial fight to challenge this ......"

"Seljuk - Winter Wind." Seljuk in the arena said coldly, although he didn't think he was the opponent of the first two, but after all, he was also a real shadow dancer, how could he be afraid of a little-known dwarf thief? What is this...... Milhouse-Mana Storm, I've never heard of this person at all.

The dwarf Mirhouse ignored Seljuk's cold eyes and continued to shout in high spirits: "Yes! Your Excellency Seljuk, I have to say that you are honored to be able to fight with me...... Oh! ”

Without finishing a sentence, a foot reached out from behind and kicked the chattering Millhouse into the gladiatorial arena.

"Fight and fight!" The goblin master of ceremonies viciously retracted his foot and copied the wooden hammer in his hand.

Milhouse was caught off guard, fell into a mess, and when he came to his senses, he subconsciously shivered. Now, he's standing in the bloodiest arena of gladiatorial arenas, about to fight a shadow dancer for his life!

"Wait!" Seeing the Seljuks approaching step by step, Milhouse hurriedly got up and shouted, "I am a magician, please allow me to make some preparations first." ”

With that, Milhouse rubbed his hands together in thought, and a cloud of arcane light lit up.

This is a gladiatorial arena where life and death are judged, how could Seljuk really wait for him to get ready? That's not a joke with your own life. Seeing that the dwarf Mirhouse was in a hurry and didn't know what he was doing, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared, disappearing into the shadow rift.

The thief disappeared in front of his eyes, and Milhauston panicked, and he didn't make any preparations, his hands parted, and he pulled his neck and shouted: "Mana storm!" ”

After a roar, his body suddenly began to light up with white light, like an incandescent lamp, getting brighter and brighter!

Cheng Xiaotian was stunned, what's going on? This dwarf he sensed just now was only a third-order peak mana, but just after that "mana storm" shouted out, a tyrannical elemental magic power was generated on his body out of thin air, and he actually rushed into the fourth-order!

Not only Cheng Xiaotian, but all the masters present didn't know at this moment, so how could someone's magic power improve so quickly!

What's even more surprising is that the dwarf didn't seem to expect this, his face was full of horror, and then he was ecstatic! "How could it be...... How so?! ”

The next scene was even more incredible, the audience in the gladiatorial arena also exclaimed, and all the magicians from Azeroth couldn't help but light up with magic, and so many people increased their magic power at the same time!

At the same time, on the wasteland east of the gladiatorial arena, the flying Griffin flashed with white light, accelerated sharply, jumped to the ground, and staggered several steps before stopping.

King Varian, who had been waiting here for a long time, was stunned: "What's the matter?" ”

Griffin propped himself on the ground with one hand, quietly looking at his left hand, and the pale brilliance gradually began to fade again, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Standing up, Griffin smiled. "Your Majesty, it worked!"

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At the same time that the white magic brilliance on Griffin's body disappeared, the magic that suddenly appeared on Milhouse-Mana Storm's body in the gladiatorial arena also dissipated helplessly. It had not been more than two seconds since his cultivation had squeezed into the fourth order, and he had returned to his distant form, and the ecstasy on his face gradually solidified, and finally froze on horror.

Cheng Xiaotian was puzzled, what the hell was going on, so many magicians had abnormalities at the same time, which could definitely not be explained by "coincidence".

In the gladiatorial arena, Milhouse did not hesitate, as soon as his mana subsided, he immediately took out a golden ball from his arms, smashed it at his feet, and put an ice shield on himself. I only heard a loud "boom", and the golden ball suddenly exploded, and the violent waves of qi spread in all directions, and the two figures were blown out.

Seljuk had just touched Milhouse's side and was about to stab him with a knife, but unexpectedly, a bomb suddenly exploded, and he was blown away from the east end of the gladiatorial arena to the west end by a wave of air, and then smashed on the foundation under the stands.

Milhouse weighed only 3 or 40 pounds, and now he was blown up half a day high, drew a big arc, and gradually disappeared with a scream, and flew directly out of the gladiatorial arena.

In an exclamation, the battle ended, and Seljuk was left alone in the arena.

The goblin master of ceremonies poked his head out from behind the table, and after seeing the scene inside the gladiatorial arena, he shouted in relief: "I declare that Seljuk the Cunning has won again, and has won three in a row to qualify for the rematch." ”

After saying that, he picked up the hammer again and smashed it on the table, but at this moment, something happened again. Before his hammer hit the table, his palm suddenly cooled, and the hammer turned into a dark two-headed snake, turning its head to bite his wrist!

The surprise was not trivial, and he screamed and threw the two-headed snake out, and the snake fell to the ground and "clanged", and it was reduced to the small wooden hammer.

"Who's the trickster?!"

The goblin master of ceremonies was almost mad, he jumped to his feet and roared, looked in circles, and turned down, and sure enough, he found an anomaly. Not far behind him, a man wearing a broken straw hat and a linen robe was leaning lazily against a pillar, with a cloth bag thrown under his feet. (To be continued.) )