"What!? Throwing the tomahawk out!? Do you really throw in the towel!? ”

When he saw the high platform, d'Artagnan suddenly went crazy and threw the only enchanted battle axe that could be relied on at Montaigne like a disposable prop, and the minotaurs in the field were all shocked, and they all guessed that the wild boy could not fight anymore, and directly disarmed and surrendered.

And only Jolob is alone, still with burning eyes and a solemn expression, and only he knows that in addition to the enchanted battle axe, d'Artagnan actually has a "sharp weapon" on his body that has never appeared so far!

When he saw the huge tomahawk spinning like a storm rolling fiercely, the Torch Prophet on the opposite side was not shocked and laughed, and was deeply confident that he had already won the victory.

The next moment, the tomahawk flew in, and Montaigne raised his steel totem staff in front of him.

"Click!"

Only a piercing scream was heard, and in a bright red spark, the bowl mouth of the totem staff was almost cut in half, and Montaigne's right hand also became bloody under the ferocious explosion of the "+1 Heavy Attack Attribute", and a huge wound was torn out on the tiger's mouth, which was visible to the bone.

"Blocked!"

However, the second serious injury to his left hand did not affect Montaigne in the slightest, on the contrary, the Torch Prophet, who successfully stopped his opponent's "final blow", was full of excitement and excitement. D'Artagnan who has lost his enchanted battle axe is equivalent to a beast with its teeth pulled out, and it is no longer capable of doing harm. And although Montaigne was injured in both hands, he was not unable to move, and with the assistance of the Shadow Lizard, this battle was already a sure victory!

And when almost all the minotaurs on and off the stage were thinking like Montaigne, suddenly. But he saw d'Artagnan, whose hands were empty, take another step suddenly, and the thin layer of totemic fire floating on the surface of his body suddenly disappeared after a flash. But then, on the collar of cooked copper armor on which it was draped, a mass of horn totems surrounded by a beautiful moire suddenly shone brightly.

"Not good!"

At the moment, Montaigne sensed the danger.

As a Torch Prophet, he immediately saw that the ornate armor was actually a totemic piece of equipment. God knows, the "Crucible Tribe" is just a wild tribe, but its children can have a totem armor in addition to an enchanted battle axe, which makes the other tribes of the Ancestral Spirit Hall sequence embarrassed?

But. After a tight heart. Montaigne quickly relaxed.

Hehe, what about a totem armor, without the enchanted battle axe d'Artagnan, there is no means of attack, and a single piece of armor is only a little more time at most. The final victory still belonged to the "Kasha tribe".

It's just that. The Torch Prophet was still rejoicing too soon.

The next second. When the power of the totem, which had been suppressed for a long time and almost exploded, was all compressed into the "Horn of Fire Cloud", d'Artagnan did not pause again, and directly launched the biggest hole card "Fire Horn Charge" that he had been hiding so far!

"Boom!"

When d'Artagnan's hoof stepped on the ironwood floor. It sounded like a thunderous war drum.

At the same time, a pair of brown-red flames burned violently on its horns as if they were raging torches, and even the fire curtain of "ancestral spirit suppression" could not be restrained.

"What!?"

In an instant, d'Artagnan's sudden outburst shocked the audience again, and a cry rang out in the square at the same time.

God knows, this wild boy has broken the common sense of the Minotaur again and again, and how many means it still has not used. What's more, when he played against Redoc in the preliminaries, he still hid this hole card?

And the thought of this made the faces of many minotaurs strange again. I have to say that to be able to achieve such forbearance and city, d'Artagnan's heart has surpassed that of most of its predecessors. Even the leaders of some other tribes or the Torch Prophet looked at this wild boy with contempt and hostility.

In a word, only people can get it. There has never been a shortage of warriors who dare to fight to the death in the Minotaurs, but there has always been a lack of generals who can fight as commanders. And now looking at that d'Artagnan, there is indeed a bit of the demeanor of a famous seed.

Of course, as a direct opponent now, Montaigne doesn't care about what famous generals are not.

Seeing d'Artagnan pounce on him like a devouring beast, Montaigne immediately realized that the situation was critical. But this genius torch prophet is not a mediocre hand, on the one hand, he tries his best to urge the sacrificial fire, trying to suppress the power of the other party's totem in the props and not release it outside; At the same time, he also ordered the Demon Pet Shadow Lizard to give up stealth and directly change to a frontal attack to provide maximum cover and containment for himself; And he himself rose to the top of his lungs, holding the steel totem staff in both hands, ready to meet the thunderous blow of his opponent.

And at this moment, it seemed that it was the last moment of the first game of the final, and the maze keeper, who had never glanced at the high platform, finally raised his blue eyes slightly, and gently cast a ray of gaze in the direction of d'Artagnan. At the same time, Eva, the little calf in his arms, also shook her head and waved at the arena, as if she was cheering for the two players.

Finally, when d'Artagnan of the "Horn of Fire Charge" was rushing to Montaigne of the "Cassa Tribe" with the two-hundred-year wish of the "Crucible Tribe", "Boom", a huge force containing a ferocious explosion power, broke out between the two young minotaurs.

For a moment, Montaigne felt as if he was in an erupting underground crater, and almost his entire body was about to be swept away by the surging force.

However, for the sake of the honor of the clan and his own dreams, the stubborn Torch Prophet refused to take a step back. Then all of its arms were immediately broken under the charge of its opponent, but it still stubbornly resisted and refused to take a step back.

Didn't lose! Haven't lost yet!

Montaigne gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and stared fixedly at d'Artagnan in front of him. In any case, it still has a shadow lizard snake in its hand, and as long as it can hold on, it still has a chance to turn the tables.

As if hearing the voice of the Torch Prophet, at the same moment, the fierce shadow lizard also appeared from the side of the air, and its large open mouth was bitten directly towards the neck exposed after the totem fighter bowed his head. If this bite is true, maybe it can really seriously injure d'Artagnan or even kill him in seconds.

It's a pity that at this moment, when the afterglow of the huge force of the "Fire Horn Charge" had not yet dissipated, suddenly, another violently churning brown-red flame burst out, enveloping Montaigne, the Shadow Lizard, and even more than half of the high platforms.

"Boom!"

In the flames, the Torch Prophet could no longer hold on, and after spewing out a mouthful of hot blood, he fell straight backwards and fainted completely. The shadow lizard that only sneaked up on one side was even more miserable, and the abyssal beast, which was born with a semi-invisible talent, had no tolerance for the power of flames, and was immediately killed on the spot by the ignited "cloud flame".

"This!?"

Finally, when he witnessed Montaigne being knocked to the ground by the "Horn of Fire Charge" in an instant, and the Shadow Lizard was even more of a large group of flames burning into a pile of coke, the Minotaur watching the battle under the high platform was also completely stoned, as if they were collectively attacked by Medusa's "Petrified Eyes".

"Your armor, there's something interesting."

And in the dead silence of the square, on the marble and golden throne, the maze keeper suddenly spoke inexplicably. Although the tone was flat, it was like a thunderclap above the heads of all the minotaurs.

"Yes, Venerable Maze Keeper."

Immediately, d'Artagnan turned around and knelt down on one knee towards Cleveland. Even if it was covered in blood and drenched in wounds, it didn't dare to lose anything. Even the blood dripping from his head flooded his eyes and blinded his eyes, and he didn't dare to wipe it. Just knelt down respectfully.

"Yes, go ahead."

Glancing at the unexpected wild boy again, the maze keeper waved his hand casually, and then lowered his head and played with the little calf Eva.

"Yes!" Immediately, the chief warrior in front of the hall bowed down and announced to all the minotaurs in the square: "The winner of the first final of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Show' is: d'Artagnan, who represents the 'Crucible Tribe'!" ”

"Good!"

No matter how much he was unconvinced, or still looked down on the "Crucible Tribe" who had not been listed in the Ancestral Spirit Hall sequence, when Mercaris announced the final result sounded, the square immediately erupted in a burst of applause and cheers. In any case, the victor is worthy of praise. And to tell the truth, d'Artagnan, the wild boy's cousin, really deserves such cheers.

It was a crucial victory. After a deep bow to the labyrinth's keepers, d'Artagnan regained his feet and slowly walked down the platform. As for Montaigne, who was still unconscious on the high platform, there would naturally be others to help him go to the hospital, and d'Artagnan was not so hypocritical as to step forward and make a foolish thing of laughing and hating.

Then, when d'Artagnan finally came down from the high platform, he was immediately hugged by Jolob who rushed up.

At this time, the old minotaur, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his expression was as hideous as anger. Of course, this is not to show that Julob has any resentment or anger, but d'Artagnan's victory is too crucial and too precious. not only won the top four seats in martial arts, but also attracted Cleveland adults to "talk and laugh". And this kind of treatment is even more rare and advantageous than winning the final martial arts championship. Therefore, even the old Minotaur is completely unable to control his feelings in this situation. If it weren't for the throne of the Labyrinth Keeper not far in front of it, it would almost have been tempted to let out a roar of rage to vent the excitement and pleasure in its heart.

Well, the top four positions are in hand, and the reputation of the "Crucible Tribe" has been completely established in this celebration, and even attracted the attention of Lord Cleveland. Then, as long as you take out that set of things again, the return of the tribe can be completely realized!

Holding d'Artagnan, Jolob's enthusiasm finally turned into a long sigh.

The young minotaur lowered his head and laughed silently, while swallowing the blood that had spilled into his mouth again. (To be continued......)