When the troll-Beam saw all the demons in the spectator table cheering for him, he was like a hero returning from victory, and he couldn't help but wave the weapon in his hand and roar angrily to the sky, "Ula! Ulla! He wanted to vent the frustration in his chest.

As far as the eye could see, Piyush and Bishma (slaves), who had walked out of the stone gate opposite, chuckled softly. Looking back at the demon team he brought out, Troll-Beam shouted at his personal guard, "Don't kill these two little mongrels later." With a lewd smile on his face, he said in a playful tone, "I want to have fun with them!" Hahahaha......"

After a dense drum like popping beans, there was an unusually dull drum sound, boom! As if to stir people's hearts, it was followed by three low, distant horn sounds from the trombone. All the demons fell silent, quietly waiting for the duel to begin.

Suddenly, a young demon's voice came from the direction of the stone monument on the north side, "Bet on Piyush and Bishma (slave) to win a total of 40,000 lower grade spars." "What? The demons in the surrounding spectator seats turned their heads one after another, and the noisy discussion was endless, "Didn't His Highness Amrit only produce 30,000 low-grade spars?" Who? Who would be stupid and crazy to bet that these two little guys will win? ”

Just when this group of demons was talking, the blood demon Mai Rong, who was in the waiting area, stood up in a big way, raised his hands high, smiled and looked around, and then bowed respectfully to the viewing platform on the north side to express his reverence. I saw Amrit smile at the Blood Demon-Mai Rong and bow slightly, then wave his hand to let him retreat.

"Phew! Doglegs, it turns out that this bastard took 10,000 low-grade spirit stones as filial piety. "Humph! If you don't plant a bag, you will only be flattering, not at all like the descendants of our gods and demons. The shouting and scolding immediately rang out.

After a pause, a delicate female demon's voice suddenly came out in front of the stone monument on the south side, "The inferior spar that the troll-Bium will win here is as high as 320,000 yuan. When this number was revealed, the audience burst into cheers, and the members of the Guards, including Troll Beam, immediately waved their weapons to receive the cheers of the demons.

In the midst of this cheer, a voice came from the viewing platform on the south side, "The Great Chieftain of the Snow Mountain Department and the Snow Saint Department rewards the trolls-Beam and his personal guards with a cup of blood demon drink, and congratulates them on capturing the flag and raising the majesty of our gods and demons!" ”

Fifty-one bronze wine lords were sent over, and the smell of blood rushed to his face, and the troll-Beam, roared excitedly, "Ulla! Ulla! Then he dropped the weapon in his hand, picked up one of the cups of blood demon drink, and drank it all. Later, the members of his personal guard also drank the blood demon drink.

Amriit, who was on the viewing platform on the north side, couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw such a scene, and his heart was very unhappy!

As the blood demon drank into his stomach, the troll-Beam immediately felt the power of the blood in his body begin to boil, and the runes of gods and demons around his body flickered and disappeared, and his face was even more blood-red, and there seemed to be an inexhaustible power of gods and demons in his body, he picked up his weapon and roared angrily, "Ula! Ulla! ”

All the members of the guards who followed behind roared excitedly, brandishing their weapons to show their strong physique, and the surging power contained in this blood demon drink made them yearn for a life-and-death fight with their true opponents.

Troll-Beam, with a knife in his hand, pointed at Piyush and Bishma on the other side and roared, "You two little bastards, come here!" Lie at the feet of the grandfathers and moan ~ groan and wail! "Boom! Boom! Boom! The knife struck the shield, and the troll-Beam roared wildly.

"Huh!" Little Furball looked at the field and chuckled, "I really didn't expect this thing to spread to the demons so soon, hum!" I'm still waiting for them to hunt me down for thousands of miles. It's over, this time I was robbed of the first credit by the Ding family again. The little furball chuckled and shook his head, looking at the blue wolf-Ancabi not far away.

Hearing this, Blue Wolf Ancabi hurriedly looked at the field, and then asked in a very uncertain tone, "Little Fox Fairy, do you mean that the Blood Demon Drink just now was mixed with the contents of your jar?" His eyes were full of suspicion.

Little Furball nodded slightly, "Can't be wrong, didn't you see the crazy appearance of these guys after drinking the Blood Demon Drink?" The little furball pointed at the troll, Bhim, who was roaring wildly in the field, and said with a smile, "It's not fun now!" ”

"What do you mean?" Blue Wolf-Ancabi looked at the little furball, and there was a hint of panic in his voice. Xiao Maoqiu sighed first, turned back to sit in his seat, and then took the jar in his arms and checked it in his hand, looked at the jar in his hand and explained: "This is all medicinal powder made by crushing and mashing Impro flowers, and I don't know the specific effect."

But it is estimated that the Blood Demon Drink with this thing can also increase the strength of the user by two to three percent, maybe fifty percent, but it may also be double, but no matter how much it is, it shouldn't be. There was no panic in his voice, but there was a hint of ridicule.

What the? When the blue wolf-Ancabi heard it explain this, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and the old chief Matthaus fell to his knees in front of the little furball, pleading, "Great Chief, think of a way." Then he pointed to the roaring troll-Beam, who was roaring in the field, with a trembling arm, it was a whole small army of gods and demons!

Blue Wolf Ankabirao has gone through some scenes, but in the face of such a situation, his palms are also slightly moist at this time, kick! Step on! Two steps walked in front of the little furball, pointed at the little furball and shouted and asked, "Why aren't you in a hurry, those two little guys will die in a while!" At this moment, the blue wolf-Ancabi was anxious, after all, these two little guys were recommended by themselves, so why can't they die here!

Parta also ran to the little furball and pleaded in a low voice, "Big Chief, you can think of a way, two against fifty-one is extremely dangerous, the opponent's lineup is still so strong, if the strength is increased by a few percent...... My brother and that Bishma (slave) will die in a moment! There was a look of anxiety in his eyes.

Little Furball hurriedly got up and helped the old chief to his feet, explaining to Parta and Ancabi, "Don't panic. As he spoke, he pointed to the field with his finger, put on a confident style, and said: "Don't worry, it's just a little bit of work at most, rest assured, sit still, nothing happens, as soon as you succeed, put your heart in your stomach, sit!" Sit! ”

Parta, the old chieftain, and the blue wolf-Ankabi, you look at me, I look at you, and my eyes are full of worry, but looking at the little furball with such a confident appearance, it is already over again, and I can only look at it again.

Is Little Furball sure? Yes, there really is, but only half. The little fox secretly calculated in his heart, it shouldn't be a big problem to win this game, because it is full of confidence in Bishma (slave), as long as the other party does not use the Holy Demon Pillar to summon the Holy Demon Ancestor to possess him, these few pieces of material Bishma (slave) alone can deal with it. Hehe, it's just that the three who can fly are a little troublesome.

Xiao Maoqiu looked up at Bishma (slave) again, and sneered in his heart, this guy is hiding too deeply, if he didn't have an almost 100% understanding of it, who would have guessed that there were three connected demon runes carved in the sea of knowledge of Bishma (slave).

And such runes are still extending outward, which are the vigorous reckless cow pattern, the rock armor pattern, and the light body pattern, which is equivalent to Bishma (slave) alone having the combat power of three middle-level demon generals, and as long as you grasp the right time, you can break the opponent one by one. In addition, the little furball stared at the weapon in the hand of Bishma (slave) and looked at it carefully, shook his head, and sighed in his heart, I don't know how long this guy will endure?

This is the source of half of the certainty, but I am not sure about the little furball of Piyush, after all, he has never had any contact with him, and he is the heart of the demon, hehe, what does it matter to me if he dies or not! Of course, I can't say this, at most, I cried a few times when you died, and the little furball sneered in his heart.

This is the gap in moral concepts, and this is the law of doing things for people that Little Furball has realized in the past few years in the garden.

On the other side, the battle in the gambling arena has begun.

Troll-Beam stood in the arena, striking his shield with his knife from time to time, roaring in all directions, and then walked to the back of the entire guard in a dashing manner.

Desperately? What do you think? With such a small demon army in his hands, he is desperate to get himself in such a dangerous way. Besides, since he drank the cup of blood demon drink just now, the power of the blood veins in his body began to rage, and he had to suppress it desperately like a volcano was about to erupt, so let's hide at this time and stabilize the situation in my body.

Piyush and Bishma (slave) saw that the troll-Bhim shrunk his eggs as soon as he came up, his eyes were full of disdain, and at this moment the demon guards on the opposite side were walking towards him in a semi-encircled form, and the entire semi-circular queue walked slowly, the pace was the same, and every step of the heavy pace could give the opponent great psychological pressure.

Piyush and Bishma (slave) glanced at each other, and slowly separated left and right, with a distance of about two zhang, and at this moment, the demon guards led by Troll Bhim were less than ten zhang away from Piyush and Bishma (slave).

The vanguard of the entire Demon Clan Guards is twenty high-level demon soldiers. There was a one-eyed demon mixed at each end of the queue, a whip blood demon in the middle of the queue, and three wind mad demons in the air to support.

Troll-Bhim watched as the first phalanx approached the two little mongrels on the opposite side, and he simply sat on the ground, looking at the opposite side with a smile, laughing and shouting, "Otherwise, you two surrender!" I think you two are allowed to commit suicide for the sake of everyone being demons, how about it? This is my last grace to you both, hahaha! ”

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