There is a magnificent building in the center of the city where the Stormwind Kingdom troops are stationed.

The tower gates, the open-air courtyard, and the columned hall resemble the residence of the Giants, almost rivaling the central buildings of Astapor.

You must know that it is one of the three major city-states of Slave Bay, so you can imagine the extravagance of the rulers of this small city in the first place. Stupidity.

If the money spent on the construction of magnificent palaces was spent elsewhere, perhaps their heads would still be on their necks.

The palace is built along the ground to the sides, which adds to the sense of oppression, not to mention the gray-brown exterior of the building itself, which has no windows.

As the most majestic building in the city, it embodies the local architectural character.

In front of this magnificent building, there is also a vast square, which can provide a place for residents and travelers to look up at the palace and imagine that they can live in this magnificent palace until their necks ache.

But at this moment, the inhabitants and travelers of the square have been replaced by a large number of captured Dothraki.

They stood in the square with their bare hands, surrounded by a group of unsullied men armed with spears, and a large number of archers were scattered on the eaves above the unsullied.

The archers are armed with arrows, and the sharp arrows that shimmer with silver-black light are pointed at the Dothraki below, and if they detect any movement, the captives will be immediately shot in place.

Under these circumstances, the Dothraki captives were not in the mood at all, and did not dare to look up and admire the palace, and all of them bowed their heads in place with gloomy faces, and their hearts were very uneasy.

A captive is a slave, this is a popular saying among the Dothraki, and the victor controls everything that is captive.

Not knowing what was going to happen to them, the Dothraki captives stood dumbfounded, not daring to speak, not even make eye contact.

For where such an act is made, the bloodstained ground speaks of the consequences.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a commotion of the Unsullied with a blank face holding a spear at them, and the sound of steel clashing and footsteps kept coming to mind.

The captives subconsciously wanted to look up at the place where the sound had come from, but soon the shouts of the soldiers and the screams of their companions dispelled them.

Host: Ma Shen

Strength: 40 (Extreme)

Dexterity: 40 (Extreme)

Constitution: 40 (Extreme)

Force of Nature: 22 drops

Energy: 5660

Passive Skills: Master Swordsmanship, Advanced Fighting Skills, Advanced Steps, Advanced Horsemanship, Advanced Climbing, Advanced Tracking, Advanced Light Weapon Use, Basic Fury, Advanced Mystical Knowledge

Force of Nature: Light of Life, Shield of Nature, Blessing of Strength, Purification, Blade of Nature, Blessing of Weapons

Magical Skills: Vision, Dragon's Breath, True Word (Divine Magic), Beast Aura (Divine Magic), Knight Blessing (Divine Magic), Defensive Shield (Divine Magic)

The advantage of the attribute panel is that it allows people to feel their improvement in a specific and clear way, and at the same time, it will give people more motivation to improve, and the game mode can actually be used in any aspect of life.

Standing on the high platform, Ma Shen glanced at the attribute panel with satisfaction, and his heart was full of pride, which he had personally improved with his golden fingers.

With a plan in mind, he raised his head and raised his head to support the prisoners crowded below.

The captives' clothes were tattered, their faces were covered with dust, and their muscles had lost their vitality, and it seemed that the Dothraki had suffered a lot during the past few months of captivity.

But Ma Shen had no pity for them, and compared to the slaves who had been captured by the Dothrakis, they lived in paradise.

"I am the Storm King, the Slave Emancipator, the Flame Master, the Earl of the Ancestral Arazuka, the Champion Knight, the Wolf Slayer, the Undead, the Child of Nature..... Kao from the sky!" (Dothraki)

The voice echoed through his strong voice throughout the square.

"Kao! Kao from the sky?" The captured Dothraki were in a bit of a commotion, what was Kao, they knew very well in their hearts, only the strongest warriors could become Kao, but at the same time, for so many years, there had been no alien to be Kao of the Dothraki.

Although their illness was still in the hands of the nobleman who spoke at the moment, they could not help but feel ridiculous at the nobleman's whimsical thoughts.

"I've heard that there is a saying among the Dothraki that only the strongest warrior can become Kao. ”

"Now, I will allow you to look up at me, captives. (Dothraki)

Hearing this, both the angry Dothraki and the curious Dothraki all raised their heads neatly, wanting to see what the whimsical nobleman looked like.

With black eyes, black hair, yellow skin, facial features that look a little similar to theirs, and a body wrapped in supple clothes doesn't feel very strong.

A little white-faced nobleman, such a thought came to the minds of the captives.

Under the gaze of many captives, Ma Shen continued.

"You have a chance, any of you can come and challenge me, win me, and you will be free, all. ”

"But if you lose. Ma Shen looked at the captives below and showed a cruel smile, "If you lose the challenger, you ......... He's dead. (Dothraki)

Hearing this, a small number of Dothraki captives who had seen Ma Shen's combat effectiveness hurriedly lowered their heads like a partridge, while most of the Dothraki captives looked at Ma Shen on the stage like fools.

Did this delicate nobleman have been kicked by a donkey, and he actually wanted to fight them alone, could it be that those soldiers deliberately lost to him when they usually competed, which made this big nobleman get dizzy.

Although no one will believe that if he wins, the cunning nobleman will really keep his promise, but even if he doesn't keep his promise, as long as he wins this little white-faced nobleman, and then holds him hostage...

Thinking of this, many Dothraki jumped to the test.

"Come, come, cowardly slaves!"

It didn't take long for a Dothraki man with a missing arm to roar in anger, squeeze his companion away with one hand, and walk out of the captive.

The Unsullied who guarded them silently made way for him.

"Heh!heh!heh!he!" the captives let out a muffled voice in their throats, helping the companion.

This time the soldiers did not stop.

The one-armed Dothraki made their way through a large number of soldiers, walked up to the high platform, and came to Ma Shen.

"Noble, I hope you don't regret it. (Dothraki)

Ma Shen looked at the prisoner with a hideous expression on the other side, and casually threw aside the sharp blade hanging from his waist: "Come on." ”

The one-handed Dothraki glanced around with his peripheral vision, and found that the nearest soldier was also 5 meters away, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and without thinking too much, he immediately roared and pounced.

In the face of fierce enemies and fierce fists, Ma Shen stood motionless.

It wasn't until the fist was about to hit him on the head that Ma Shen, who was standing motionless, moved, and he quickly stretched out his palm, blocking the fist at a very fast speed.

The one-handed Dothraki was stunned, he didn't expect the speed of the nobleman on the opposite side to be so fast.

However, he did not hesitate in the next second, and any hesitation in battle would cost him dearly.

In an instant, he threw up his right leg and smashed it into the waist of the opposite nobleman, but his face changed drastically in an instant, because his calf was grabbed by the opposite noble.

"Roar" The one-handed Dothraki roared angrily and wanted to withdraw his hands and feet, but his hands and feet did not move, and he was firmly grasped by the nobleman in his hands, and could only stand on the high platform in a twisted posture.

"Die, nobleman!" Seeing that there was no way to break free, the one-handed Dothraki looked fiercely, and the only remaining foot flew up and kicked him in the head, relying on the support of the nobleman opposite.

But in the next moment, an unbearable pain came.