Looking at the steaming red sand, at the other end of the arena, the young swordsman saw the first opponent he faced in the preliminary round,

A giant wolf, and not an ordinary demon wolf, but an icewolf from the Northlands.

This ice wolf crawled in the center of the arena, its pure white hair was like a cluster of burning white flames, its huge body nearly a meter tall exuded the chill of the Northland, and its hair was hung with small ice crystals, which were incompatible with the crimson Jupiter Arena, like a snow-capped hill rising on the red tropical desert, which looked particularly dazzling and weird.

Noticing the human gaze, the Ice Wolf turned its head, his eyes mixed with a variety of emotions, the arrogance of the High Demon Beast, the ruthlessness of the Ice Wolf Clan, and the anger of being imprisoned and losing his freedom, all at a glance.

Constantine looked at the beast and noticed that the limbs of the giant wolf of the ice field had obvious dents, which should be the traces left by the long-term tethering of things such as iron chains, and it seemed that in order to imprison this ice wolf demon wolf, even the magic union had spent a lot of effort.

"Judging by the size and hair, this should be called the royal family of the ice wolf. On the judges' bench, the Grand Priest carefully observed and commented.

"Lord Priest, this is a real Icewolf King, captured a few years ago by a large mercenary group in Thrace in a pine forest near the Asgardian Mountains.

For this reason, the team of mercenaries paid the price of twelve high-level mercenaries and three mid-level magicians all seriously injured and three dead. "Old Monte Cristo," was later bought by a high-ranking member of the Magic Guild who studied Warcraft. ”

"It's really ...... for such a terrifying monster to appear in the arena Rare. The Grand Priest glanced in the direction of the president of the Magic Guild, considered his words, and sighed cautiously.

In this regard, the old Monte Cristo could only smile bitterly, of course he knew that the Magic Guild would definitely have bad intentions in selecting such a terrifying magical beast in the preliminary round, and the problem was that he could not question it in this case.

Facing the Warcraft King, who can inflict heavy casualties on a well-equipped and experienced team of high-level mercenaries, the difficulty of this test for the knights on the stage can no longer be simply described as perverted.

Old Monte Cristo gave the other two judges a worried look, he didn't believe that the contestant named Morningstar in front of him had the ability to deal with such a magical beast, if something happened, the only two people in the arena who had the ability to save the scene were Morgan and Fastia, two peerless powerhouses.

However, these two men behaved extremely calmly.

The Icewolf King shook his head, the scorching heat of the place made it feel extremely uncomfortable, and it opened its mouth to breathe out clouds of ice mist at the floor of the Great Arena.

As the king of the Iceborne Wolf Clan, it is innately capable of perceiving and using the ice element, even more proficient than most high-level mages who refine frost-based magic.

When the temperature of the hot sand on the surface cooled to a point that was slightly satisfying to it, the Icewolf King raised his head, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping over the humans standing not far in front of him.

The Wolf King's outfit was somewhat familiar to the Wolf King, and as a high-level magical beast with intelligence, it even thought seriously about whether it had encountered this human somewhere.

But it quickly gave up thinking, and the scars on its arms and body quickly reminded it of the humiliation of being defeated and enslaved by humans, and an irrepressible anger rushed through its brain like an electric current, triggering the latent ferocity in the wolf king's heart.

The wolf king raised his head to the sky and roared, and the wild wolf howl echoed over the arena, impacting the eardrums of the audience, and many viewers who heard the roar of the monster for the first time in their lives were instantly colorless.

"Interesting, it looks like the Holy Empire is going to make big news this time. On the remote viewing platform, the middle-aged uncle said intently. "I wonder if this kid can solve it?"

Heine, however, focused on the morning star, tugged at Ora's sleeve and whispered, "Hey, Ora, I don't think this knight is a little familiar." ”

On the field, Constantine stared carefully at the demonic beast in front of him, bent down slightly, and his five fingers fell on the hilt of the [Dawn] sword, assuming an offensive posture.

Seeing that this human was not intimidated by his roar full of kingly demeanor, but instead put on a provocative move, the fire of anger in the heart of the Ice Wolf King burned even hotter, in the past, its roar could make many powerful Demon Beast Lords run away with their tails between their legs, but now even a human dared to provoke himself head-on?

Under the anger, the wolf king's eyes became even colder, but it was worthy of being a top-level magical beast, and several years of captivity had worn away some of its sharpness, but it did not let it lose the calmness and patience that the wolf clan was proud of.

It slowly lowered its front half of its body, revealing its white sharp teeth, and stared at the human in front of it with a vicious gaze, and at the same time, the killing chill that belonged to the Ice Demon Beast King continued to pour out from every pore of its body.

In its past predatory career, the prey that dared to confront it could not resist the chill that made people fall into an ice cave, and gradually fell under its forced gaze, and finally became a delicious meal for it.

It was waiting, waiting for this human to show its flaws, fear was its natural ally, the best poison to corrode the will, and as long as it caught the slightest trace of trembling, the wolf king would not hesitate to fly and pounce on his prey.

In the cold and windy snowfield, in order to survive and forage, the Icewolf Clan honed endurance and cunning that no other Warcraft race could match, and sometimes in order to eat a lone Warcraft, the Icewolf Pack could lie in ambush in the snow for days, motionless, staring at the prey without blinking

When the prey let their guard down, the wolves swarm out, and death strikes, this tactic, which every ice wolf has been trained and mastered since birth, has been integrated into their instincts.

The Icewolf King is the best of the bunch, believing that, as in the past, this human will be its order, and it is even contemplating how to nibble on it to vent its anger.

The ice and fog were filled, and the polar cold spread around the arena, and the ancient stone walls of the arena condensed a thin layer of hoarfrost, and even the hot sand on the ground was getting cold little by little, and the cold wind whispered, as if telling an ominous prophecy......

Looking down from the arena, the arena was wrapped in a hazy mist, and in the mist, a man and a wolf seemed to be in the snow, facing each other.

No one moves, and in this kind of duel, whoever moves first may reveal a fatal flaw and usher in death.

The ice wolf is very patient, the moment the ice mist envelops the whole arena, the entire arena has become its stage, unless the opponent is the legendary Terran sword master and dragon knight, otherwise, no one can defeat an ice wolf king in such an environment.

Time passes slowly and unchanging rhythmically, but for those in the center of the arena, every second seems to be stretched out by a thousand times......

The icy frost and mist gradually filled the empty hot sand arena, and the people in the audience could only see two extremely vague shadows in the thick ice fog, still maintaining their posture in place, like two solidified ice sculptures.

Gradually, many viewers became a little impatient.

"Are you still fighting?"

"We're not here to see the wax museum, I'll go home if we don't start. ”

"This player is too timid, but a bluffing wolf. Someone questioned.

"This kind of guy can pass the tryouts too?"

The chatter and skepticism grew louder, and for the spectators eager to see the fierce confrontation, the match was too boring, far less interesting than the two games in the morning.

There are already a lot of viewers who are starting to yawn.

"It's been half an hour. Morgan silently counted in his heart, a little surprised by Constantine's concentration, this "morning star" was more patient than he thought, if it was another knight, maybe at this time he could not hold back the desire to draw the sword.

The only person in the audience who watched the competition intently except Morgan was Fastia on the judges' bench, the Earl of the Sword Master with a staring gaze on the drifting mist, like a brilliant critic watching the most brilliant actors perform their best plays on stage.

What was the boy thinking?

At this moment, in Constantine's mind, what came to mind was the conversation between his father, Archduke Eliotgard, and himself on the snowfield many years ago.

"Little Constantine, do you see? That's the Icewolf. On the windy snowfield, the Grand Duke took his son's hand and pointed to a gray demonic beast crawling in the distance.

"This is a great race, they are stoic, united, good at fighting, wise and resolute, no matter what a powerful opponent they face, no matter how bad the living environment is, they will not show weakness and compromise, but constantly look for opportunities to defeat their opponents, the real winter man should be like them. ”

The little boy stared at the beast in distraction, "That's... How can we defeat such a demonic beast?"

"In the face of a ferocious and cunning ice wolf, you have to learn from them, understand their habits, and become more forbearing, more cunning, and more ferocious than them. "In other words, you must turn yourself into a wolf as well, so that you can truly overcome it and bring it to its knees." ”

"First of all, you have to hide your fears perfectly, the ice wolf is very good at catching the fear of other creatures, just like a shark chasing the smell of fresh blood, don't let it know your fear. The Grand Duke's loud voice echoed in the cold wind of the snowfield, banishing all the chill.