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It's just that on the surface, he is not at all quiet.

Guldan stood up, a pair of big bony hands, and grabbed fiercely in mid-air: "Black hand, since you are obsessed, you can only use the holy duel-Makgra to decide the victory." “

Hearing the divine duel, Mark Grah, Lin Qing's eyes were cold.

After all, it has come to this point?

Makgera is the ritual with the highest authority in the traditional ritual of the orcs. Even the most heinous criminals will be pardoned and acquitted as long as they pass the Macguera examination.

Lin Qing touched his chin, a pair of keen eyes, and scanned the audience.

Guldan's intention to change the coach is very obvious, and he wants to replace the black hand at all costs.

With his power, it is not easy to do this, but it can be done.

He only needs to convene another meeting of the tribe's heroes to bypass the Council of Chiefs and easily remove the Black Hand. With Gul'dan's influence among the orcs and the role of the Shadow Council, he was able to get that kind of vote.

The black hand is also clear.

So, the black hand is already thinking about a way out.

It would be unwise to confront the great shaman Gul'dan.

The smartest thing to do is to resolutely resist Guldan, and after giving Guldan setbacks, raise the price, get stuck in Guldan's psychological price, and choose to compromise at the last moment.

In other words, the resignation of the black hand is already doomed, but the price of stepping down still needs to be played by both sides.

That's all.

This was originally a matter of Guldan and the Black Hand, but Lin Qing wanted to make the most of this opportunity!

His gaze was already on the position of the black hand.

"Makgera? I agree! The black hand let out a low roar from his throat, like thunder.

Makgera, both sides of the fight, never die until one of them dies, and it doesn't end until one of them dies.

"Roar!" The Black Hand strode out of the tent and roared loudly outside, "We have decided to respect the orc tradition and decide the position of the next Great Chief in the manner of Makgra!" ”

"Roar!" The orcs were excited.

Behind the bloody cruelty of Makgrana is the killing tradition that the orcs can't stop!

The orcs insist that strength is justice.

This is exactly the same as in modern society, where appearance is justice.

Orcs worship the strong and firmly believe that only the strong can lead them to greater strength.

Makgera, in line with the orcs' perception.

This time, one of the parties of Makgra is actually the black hand of the Great Chief!

This instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the orcs.

And those who can be worthy of being black opponents must at least be chieftain-level figures.

Who doesn't want to watch this good show?

"Makgra! Mark Gerra! The orcs roared in unison, raised their arms high, and the human voice was full of voices, and in an instant they entered a state of frenzy.

More orcs heard Markgra's shouts and were rushing here in a desperate way.

The central camp of the tribe immediately became a sea of people, and tens of thousands of orcs surrounded the place, and the ground was red with red ears and red ears excitedly, chanting Makgra, as if entering a carnival.

For the orcs, Makgera was a festival, but it was a festival that necessarily came at the cost of the sacrifice of life.

The black hand walked proudly in a circle outside the central tent, raising his mighty arms, opening his snow-white fanged mouth, and roaring with his head up. The surrounding orcs kept cheering for Makgera.

With a gloomy face, Gul'dan came out of the central tent with the chiefs.

"Black Hand, do you really want to die?" Guldan said gloomily: "Isn't it cheap for you to abdicate automatically?" ”

The black hand proudly said, "I am the Great Chief!" In life, you must have the model of a great chief, even if you die, you must die standing like a great chief! ”

"Roar!" The atmosphere of the orcs became more enthusiastic, and everyone shouted desperately.

Seeing that it was difficult to disobey the will of the people, Guldan's skinny face jumped twice, and he said viciously: "Since you have decided, then I will fulfill you!" I declare the Mark Guerra founded! Who wants to challenge the black hand of the former Great Chief? ”

Gromarsh, Kilrog, and Kargas looked at each other.

It is unrealistic to expect Gul'dan to go into battle shirtless in person. Gul'dan is already the highest shaman of the tribe, and he has the power to depose the great chieftain, why should he risk the world's greatness and end up fighting with the black hand?

If you want to challenge the black hand, there are only three of you.

Kargas gritted his teeth: "I'll go!" ”

Among the six tribes, the black hand is the out-and-out number one warrior.

This is not self-appointed, but universally recognized.

When the Black Hand was young, he bravely entered the Tower of Ashes, one of the three murderous places in the Denora continent, and became the first orc to walk back from it. The pair of claws of the six trolls on his back, which no one could figure out what they were, but which looked tall and hideous, were the spoils of a desperate adventure in the Tower of Ashes.

If it weren't for the fact that the black hand was really brave and good at fighting, it would not have been possible to be selected by Gul'dan and promoted to the position of the great chief.

In the eyes of the black hand, there was no rage, no burning, only plain, as if it was not the Cagas of the Broken Hand Clan in front of him, let alone the Makgra who was fighting for his life, it was just a public performance.

He's enjoying the process.

Such as Yuan Tingyue!

This momentum alone is enough to make orcs who have never seen the world feel frightened.

The combat experience of the black hand is too rich.

He's a battle encyclopedia.

With such a fierce, experienced, slick, cruel old fellow, it is not easy for anyone to carry out Makgra.

But he occupies the position of the Great Chief, which is really tempting!

Kargas sneered, and his hands, which had been modified into sharp blades, crossed in midair, tearing and pulling out a series of sparks and a piercing sound, causing the surrounding orcs to frown.

"Black Hand, maybe you, once were, recognized as a warrior, but today, luck, has come to an end!" Kargas snapped, "Die! ”

His blades were like poisonous snakes, and he bit at the black hand.

The black hand sneered, and the broadsword swung towards Kargas.

The Great Chief of the Orc and the Mark Gera of the Clan of the Broken Hand Clan are opened!

The cheers of the orcs reached their peak in an instant.

Lin Qing's eyes were clear.

Ever since entering this Mackgra ceremony, Lin Qing's brain has been spinning non-stop, at high speed.

This kind of master confrontation, precious experience and observation opportunities are rare.

Kargas is certainly the powerful and gloomy chieftain of the Broken Hand Clan, but the Black Hand is more experienced, calmer, and more ferocious, who can win?

Lin Qing's brain is constantly judging, weighing, and calculating.

His experience since entering the space has convinced him that the gap between adventurers in space is in battle, in courage, and even more in calculation.

Calculation, combined with the realm of mind, and desperate courage, can create miracles.

Lin Qing, a miracle is needed at this time.

Only a miracle can lead him and 45,000 adventurers out of this desperate situation.

He firmly believes that when you struggle to the point where there is no way out, God will open a window for you. (To be continued.) )