Khadgar got up and headed for Kenrito. This guy has now completely forgotten what he came to the Tower of Karazhan for. Now Khadgar has become the apprentice of Medivan and Lin Xuan. Tirelessly absorbing the magic of the two of them in completely different styles. The Guardian in the original plot has shown an amazing talent for magic and has begun to forge his own path.

At the same time, there has been some progress in the research of the simplified version of the portal. Three days ago, Medivan had succeeded in setting up a small portal for the first time. Breaking away from the spell and close to the input of mana, the portal managed to keep running. It's just that the portal door consumption is still extremely large, and a mage of Medivan's level can only last for a few minutes.

For a skirmish, enough. But for large-scale wars, there is no use value at all. What's more, if you really want to cast it, you still need two mages to cast it at the same time. Therefore, the kind of formation that Lin Xuan provided, which could independently gather magic power, became the key. Medivan put almost all of his energy into merging the two magic systems.

And some of the tiny butterfly effects that Lin Xuan had done before had already begun to flap his wings at this time.

In the orc camp, the position of the Great Chief has gradually settled. The black hand has won three games in a row, and Magorak has almost established the position of the Great Chief. Today is the final day of challenge. If no one is better than the black hand, then he will sit in the position of the great chief as he wishes.

In fact, the black hand already thinks he has won. Because the rest of the people who haven't challenged it yet are all small races. The others had already made a secret pact with him, and the position of Great Chief was already a certainty. It's just that as in all stories or movies, there are still variables in the final moments.

"Who else?" The black hand swayed in the middle of the field in the form of a villain. He was intoxicated by the sounds of support around him, as well as the sounds of flattery. But the untimely audition still appeared.

With a bang, a flag was planted in the center of the arena. Above it was a white wolf head, which was the symbol of the Frostwolf Clan.

The entire orc tribe was boiling again. Durotan is a well-known master among orc warriors. In the previous days, she never made a move, which created an illusion for everyone. He probably won't make a move. But in this last moment, he actually stepped up. This made the onlookers excited. Because they're about to see a great duel.

"Durotan, I thought you weren't going to play." There seems to be something else implied in the Black Hand's words.

"That's how it was intended. But after thinking about it for a while, I was unwilling not to come up and fight. You have always been known as the strongest warrior of the orcs. I've wanted to give it a try for a long time. Durotan also had a hidden word. This gave the black hand a bad feeling.

Durotan slowly took off his wolf skin coat, revealing a strong and excessive muscle. The Black Hand frowned, but entered the arena without saying a word.

There are no judges and no judges. The two massive bodies rushed towards each other with a roar of rage. There was a loud bang, and the fists of both men hit each other's chests at the same time. There is no trick, no tricks. A hard-hitting flesh-and-blood confrontation.

The black hand's hot body has been strengthened by evil energy to become even taller. Nearly a head taller than Durotan. With the advantage of height and arm length, the black hand launched a rush attack as soon as he came up. The current black hand did not lose a single hand of his own in battle, so the combat effectiveness did not diminish in the slightest. But the strength shown by Durotan really surprised everyone.

Most orcs know that the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan is a formidable warrior. But how strong it is, no one knows. Because I didn't see him shoot much. On the other hand, the Black Hand is the strongest samurai in the tribe. He also proved his strength in these days of duels. But now he was suppressed by Durotan.

Yes, Durotan has completely suppressed the black hand.

In the orc culture, martial arts are extremely important. However, their martial arts culture is not as developed as expected. Because orcs are inherently extremely powerful, they will naturally crush their opponents with their own strong strength. Hunting, fighting, and using their strength to crush their opponents are the things they do the most.

Another point that is most deadly, that is, the culture of orcs, which is too rough. Their inheritance of knowledge is even more miserable. In addition to the shaman, a unique spellcaster, who can be completely inherited. The cultural level of the orcs is far from comparable to that of the people of Azeroth. Their martial arts skills are more based on talent and experience. Strength masks the lack of skill. But at the same time, it also leaves hidden dangers.

But Durotan is different. If there was a martial arts connoisseur around, it would be clear that Durotan is different today. There is a certain obvious pattern to his offense and defense. Some of these actions even have some shadows of the Earth. It's still very jerky, but overall, it's growing at an astonishing rate. When the strength of the ** is almost the same, skill is particularly crucial.

Time goes back to more than ten days ago. Lin Xuan and Dulongtan made an appointment again. At that time, Durotan had already decided to participate in the battle for the Great Chieftain. Of course, Lin Xuan expressed his support and gave him a big gift.

In the original plot, there used to be a plot. Medivan used some kind of spell to inject the skill of riding a griffin into Khadgar's brain in an instant. Lin Xuan was extremely interested in this, and got it from Medivan. This magic has a limit, and the vast majority of people can only endure it once in their lifetime. Because after being instilled, the brain will develop a defense mechanism. So as to resist the forcible injection of such foreign information. Unless a trained mage has more control over the mechanism, the brain will not allow for a second forced indoctrination.

But for Durotan, there was no need for a second time. Lin Xuan chose all kinds of actual combat fighting knowledge that he had collected in the process of traversing, such as Muay Thai, military fighting, Bajiquan, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Israeli military martial arts, and some otherworldly fighting systems. After an initial summary, it was instilled directly into Durotan's brain. Durotan waited until the end to make a move because he had been familiarizing himself with the knowledge in his head.

At this time in the ring, the black hand had already sensed that something was wrong. Because Durotan's strength is a little too amazing. The Black Hand is undoubtedly a genius with an extraordinary talent for understanding martial arts. But no matter how talented you are, you can't stand against the crystallization of the wisdom of several worlds. It already had a premonition that it couldn't beat Durotan.

"What are you doing? I thought we said yes. Then the cheers from the sidelines were disguised, and the black hand questioned Durotan in a frustrated manner. But Durotan just replied without changing his face.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember any agreement between us." Durotan's voice made the black hand's heart directly cool in half.