Because the bloody trial is about to begin, the divine envoys who come to the shrine have almost occupied the foot of the holy mountain.

For most oracles, the Bloody Trial is the ladder they complete the leap from the Emissary to the Emissary, and only then will the Blood Shrine open the Blood Altar and allow them to turn silver scales into gold scales through sacrifices.

Some of the more powerful and ambitious will try to obtain the true blessing of God through bloody trials.

Those who pass the bloody trial will eventually receive a divine gift that makes people more powerful.

This is also the reason why every bloody trial, although dangerous, still has people rushing to it.

"I'm sure I'll be qualified to ring the Drum of Trials this time!" a burly man with a seven-scaled oracle on his eyebrows shouted as he drank heavily.

Most of the people in the tavern are admired by the divine envoys, and it is not surprising for his bold words, although the strength of the seven-scale divine envoy is not strong in the Blood Holy Mountain, but it is not bad in this tavern.

"I think it's a little difficult. A five-scaled divine envoy shook his head, "The trial ring has been set up, this time, there are only ten trial places in the Black Crow Bazaar, and the seven-scaled divine envoy may not be able to win." ”

The person who spoke did not shy away from the drunken seven-scale divine envoy, and it was obvious that he had heard too much of this kind of rhetoric.

"That's true. Someone echoed, "There are four divine generals coming down from the mountain, although it is only a scale divine general, it is not something that we can compare, they will occupy four places, and the remaining six places, those nine-scale divine envoys may not be enough, the eight-scale divine envoy still has a chance, and the seven-scale divine envoy may not even have a chance." ”

"You are not right. Someone retorted, "The real strength is not determined by the number of God's Silver Scales, otherwise what are you doing with the Battle of Trials, everyone directly counts the ratio of God's Silver Scales, and the real powerhouses are still those who completely control the power of God." ”

"That being said, there are a few people who have really surrendered to the divine power. ”

"Although it is few, but it is not nothing, there has been no such precedent before, I remember that in the last trial, there was even a divine envoy who defeated the divine general, not only sounded the drum of the trial, but also successfully passed the bloody trial, and now I heard that he has become the blood guard of His Highness. ”

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a man with a bleeding wound on his face staggered into the tavern.

"Augs was also beaten down?" said someone in surprise.

"What's so strange about a seven-scaled divine envoy from a small tribe being defeated. Someone said disdainfully, "This kind of guy who has never seen the world, thinks that he has great strength, and he made a lot of nonsense here yesterday, saying that he will definitely pass the bloody trial, and today he was beaten down from the trial ring." ”

"People who don't even have the qualifications to beat the drum of trials dare to speak of bloody trials. ”

The person who spoke had seven silver-white divine patterns on his eyebrows, obviously a seven-scale divine envoy.

Augs's gloomy eyes glared at each other fiercely, the two of them were both seven-scale divine envoys, he was injured by another trial fight, and he didn't have much chance of winning, so he had to swallow his anger.

The tavern was already full, and Augs looked around and walked directly to Ron, who was sitting not far away, and among a group of scaly gods, the mark of a scaled god on Ron's eyebrows was particularly dazzling.

"Fuck off. Augs glanced at Ron and scolded.

This kind of conflict is no stranger in the tavern, although the rules are strict at the foot of the holy mountain, but no one will care about this kind of conflict, especially when the bloody trial is approaching, a large number of outsiders are pouring in, as long as there are no lives or serious injuries, this kind of foreign envoy without any roots, even if they are thrown on the street, no one will care, and they can't control it.

Only the strong are respected here, and a one-scale divine envoy sits in such a group of people, although the others did not make a move, but obviously it will not be treated equally by Ron and the others.

This kind of one-scale divine envoy was robbed of the position by the seven-scale divine envoy, and it is not even a trivial matter, if it is not uninteresting, even if it is thrown out by Augs, it is also self-inflicted.

Ron drank the wine from his glass, seemingly ignoring Augs.

Ugston, who had just been ridiculed, was furious, and reached out to grab the top of Ron's head, with Augs's strength, even if he was injured, it was completely easy to catch a one-scale divine envoy.

Good people are waiting for Ron to be thrown out by Augs, or beaten up by Augs and thrown out.

Apparently no one thought that Ron still had room to resist, and a one-scale divine envoy was too weak and too weak in the face of a seven-scaled divine envoy.

Just when everyone thought Ron was about to be thrown out, a burly figure suddenly flew up from where Ron was, slammed into the wooden door of the tavern, and was thrown out of the tavern.

It all happened so quickly that they didn't even see how people were thrown out.

But their eyes widened as they shifted their gaze from the wobbly wooden door to where Ron was.

The Scales Divine Envoy who should have been thrown out was still sitting there drinking as if nothing had happened.

Did Augs fly out on his own just now?

A strange thought crossed everyone's minds at the same time, until now they still didn't think that a one-scale divine envoy would be an opponent of the seven-scale divine envoy, even if the other party was an injured seven-scale divine envoy.

Only a few people looked at Ron with some surprise, only they saw Ron's hand move slightly, and then Augs flew out of the tavern like a ball that had been kicked hard.

A one-scale oracle swept a seven-scale oracle with a wave of his hand!

Is there anything more surprising than that?

The entire tavern fell into an eerie silence, and they looked at the silent angel with either surprise or suspicion.

Ron put down his glass, and Augs, who had been thrown out of the tavern, rushed into the tavern again.

Just looking at his dusty appearance, you know that the fall just now was not light.

Augus came to Ron's table and pressed one hand on the table and the other on Ron's glass.

"What just happened?" Augs looked at Ron viciously, he obviously hadn't recovered from being thrown out of the accident.

Ron rubbed his eyebrows, he didn't make a heavy hand when he threw Augs out just now, but he didn't expect to meet such a guy who didn't know how to advance or retreat.

"You've stained my glass. ”

"I'm asking you. Augus raised his glass and slammed it into Ron's head.