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With the early morning mist, there was a burst of knocking sounds, and Cheng Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.

It was a large tree, a giant mushroom to be exact, almost 10 stories tall, at the junction of a mountain and a swamp. On top of the mushrooms, Cheng Xiaotian and Garrosh sat in silence, and not far behind them, a new village had been erected.

Five days have passed, and the Warsong Clan is gradually beginning to emerge from their grief and build their new home.

Outside the gate, a group of people are waiting quietly, today is the day they go to the blood ring of Blade Mountain.

The annual gladiatorial battle in the Blood Ring Arena is about to begin.

In order to prepare for the war, Garrosh has not left Cheng Xiaotian for the past few days, and has been learning martial arts by surprise. He is already a master, coupled with the excellent combat talent of the orcs, in five days, he has learned all the way to the mad demon axe, but the application is still a little rusty, and the profundity has not yet been understood.

But time waits for no one, these can only be understood by himself in the future, and now he is on the road.

A total of 20 frost wolves, one ride per person in the raging sea, the remaining 16 horses are all orcs of the War Song Clan, Cheng Xiaotian is carrying a child on his back on Martha's back, and after everyone is in place, he drives east into the strange rocky Blade Mountain.

The mountain is extremely high, and the perennial strong winds blow away the overlying soil, revealing hard rocks. And these bare# exposed rocks are like countless sharp blades inserting into the sky, hideous and terrifying, densely packed until the end of the sky.

It's the birthplace of ogres and the lair of Gruul.

No one knows what kind of creature Grull is, he is as tall as a mountain, and his strength is infinite, even the Iron Tribe that swept Draenor back then, because of his existence, he would not dare to easily attack Blade Mountain.

Gruul had seven sons, known as Hill Golung, and it is said that all ogres are descendants of these seven Golons, who were also worshipped as gods by ogres and worshipped in the depths of Blade's Edge.

The current ogre king of Blade Mountain is named Mogar, who has been undefeated for 11 consecutive years, and it is said that his strength has been equal to that of Goron, and he has won the favor of Gruul, and this time the ultimate target is him.

When the Blood Ring Arena opens, the closed and xenophobic ogre will let go of all restrictions, and only need to pass the force test, and can go all the way to the bloody arena, challenging or accepting the challenge of others. There are no rules and there is no limit to the number of people, and the winner will get the right to challenge King Mogar.

If you win, you will be the ogre king of Blade Mountain in the coming year, and if you lose, you will ...... Just die!

There are many ogres with great kings, so many that they are too many to count, and even the ogres in Azeroth have their own kings in each tribe, even if there are only a few dozen people in this tribe. However, this is Blade Mountain, the birthplace of ogres, and it is also the largest settlement of ogres now, where the gods are worshipped, and the king here is definitely the most golden.

No one knows exactly how many ogres there are in Blade Mountain, some estimate that there are 100,000, and conservatively think that there are 50,000, but even if it is 50,000, it is definitely a huge force. These simple-minded and powerful guys have no sense of right and wrong at all, and they can do whatever the king tells them to do, so this position is quite attractive.

At this moment, regardless of race, countless ambitious and powerful people flocked to Blade Mountain, all of them for the throne of the Great King, including many adventurers from Azeroth.

You think, if you were a penniless adventurer, and if you became the king of Blade Mountain, then you don't have to do anything other than let all the ogres give you all the gold, silver and gems in their homes......

I can't figure out this account anyway, and I guess no one can calculate it, in short, it's definitely rich overnight!

Of course, not everyone is so ambitious, such as these people from the Warsong Clan, and even ......

After entering the Blade Mountain, the terrain began to rise all the way, and the sheep intestine trail winded between the peaks, which was difficult and difficult to walk. About a day later, they met a team of adventurers from Azeroth, the famous Seventh Heaven mercenary group.

The mercenary group is different from the ordinary adventurer team, they are organized and disciplined, implement militarized management, and have strong combat effectiveness, and the seventh heaven is even more prestigious. It is said that this time the seventh heaven sent a full 500 people into Draenor, and these people were obviously the elite carefully selected among them, with a total of 30 people, all of whom were extremely powerful.

Cheng Xiaotian watched coldly, these people were leading a lean night elf man, a genuine fourth-order thief shadow dancer! Under him, there are 4 other third-order people, and the rest are all second-order top figures.

To be able to pull out such a strong lineup, even for a top mercenary club like Seventh Heaven, it seems that this time the battle for the king of Blade Mountain will be all elite, and it is bound to win!

This is actually very understandable, after the mercenary group is strong to a certain extent, it will inevitably have ambitions, but in Azeroth, where the division of forces is clear, there is no such soil at all. Unlike the savage Draenor, if he can obtain a vast territory here, it is entirely possible to establish the kingdom and become king, not only will there be no resistance, but it may even gain the support of the major forces of Azeroth.

After all, it is impossible for Azeroth to swallow all of Draenor, and Blade Mountain is a difficult bone to gnaw, so if there are pro-Azeroth forces occupying this place, why not?

The benefits are tempting, and the competition is bound to be cruel, and after the two teams meet head-on at the fork in the road, the team of the seventh heaven immediately blocks the way and casts hostile glances. Cheng Xiaotian remained silent, looked at them indifferently, and didn't say much.

To be honest, Cheng Xiaotian looks very strange now, not only does he not look like an adventurer, but he also has a child in tow, looking at his posture, it doesn't look like he is going to participate in a gladiatorial fight, but more like a little daughter-in-law who takes the child back to her parents' house. After the man looked at it, Xu didn't choose to do it because of disdain, and led his subordinates to leave with a big grin.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't look for trouble, and after the front team walked 500 meters, he led the team to follow, deliberately keeping a safe distance.

After traveling for another day and night, at noon the next day, the first level set by the ogre was encountered, and the team in front stopped.

There are about 30 ogres guarding the area, all of them as strong as iron towers, and most of them are armed with maces thicker than their thighs. Their task is very simple, they don't ask where they come from, they only test their strength, and only those who are qualified will be let go, and those who are not qualified will be ......

"Whoever loses will be killed!" The leader of the ogre, whose voice was like thunder, pointed with his stick to a huge pot beside him, which was on the fire, full of water, and had already boiled.

As he said this, the leader unconsciously swallowed his saliva, made a distinct "coo" sound, and his eyes were on these adventurers, picking at the fat and thin.

Hearing this, many people in the seventh heaven also swallowed their saliva unconsciously, making a distinct "coo" sound. It's just that the meaning of the two sides is far from the same......

This couldn't be more straightforward, whoever loses will throw it in, cook everyone to eat meat and drink soup, maybe you will be divided into two bites. The adventurers are all people who lick blood from the knife edge, and they are used to seeing life and death, but when they see this pot bigger than the bath bucket, everyone still has a tingling scalp.

What kind of weird rule is this?

"If you lose, won't you ...... too" The leader of the seventh heaven asked with a bad face, also pointing to the pot. (To be continued.) )