"I hope a black iron golem won't scare the Twin Blade Ranger in the wilderness!" Blaney wasn't good at using her feminine charm on such occasions, but who cared about that in a dueling arena, even the slightest hint of a woman could make the men in the arena go crazy, after all, the dueling arena is a man's territory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Of course not, if it's a full Black Iron Golem I'll need to think about it, but only for a moment. I don't have to think about a worn-out, old, patina-covered piece like this that looks like it's about to fall apart. Beautiful lady, do you see, it only has the next arm left. The other arm was rusty in the corner where it was lying in an unknown way. Even if there are three of them, such an opponent can actually be handled by the two of us. Durant chattered in Blaney's ear like an old woman who had opened the conversation.

Blaney's eyes gave up searching the crowd as she nodded at Durante. The final duel is usually a three-on-three dogfight, and now it's the opponent's turn to choose the third person.

Daddy Angelin of the Hell Tavern is a human berserker, and there are two things that the Berserker stands out for. The first is their insane combat prowess, just like the dazzling double-edged axe behind Daddy Angelin's back, when they are crazy, they will raise that giant axe and spin wildly, cutting everything around them to pieces. No one on the battlefield wants to face a berserker after going berserk. The second point is the Berserker's fiery temper. Their fiery tempers are as famous as their mad prowess, and there is a proverb in Whitestone that there is no berserker without that street fight. This reflects the fiery temper of the berserkers. Of course, it also shows that Berserkers are a very large class in White Rock Town. Chances are that one of the three people you meet on the street is Berserker.

Daddy Angelin at the Hell Tavern was on the verge of madness, and when he saw that Durant had decided to go down, the muscles in his hands bulged. He snorted and gasped until the black iron golem beside him let out a rumbling roar.

"Daddy, are you alright?" Miki stood on the edge of the black iron golem and poked his head out. He had to shout out loud because the roar of his black iron golem was too loud.

"Die for me, green-skinned stinky dwarf, and call me Mr. Angelin when I remember it, and if I hear you call me wrong, I'll tear down this pile of and screw your head off. Angel of the Hell Tavern was furious with his father and took out his anger on the poor goblin.

"Yes, sir. The goblin drooped his head and retracted his body back into the black iron golem, his deep voice completely muffled by the roar of the black iron golem.

Shiroshi is really not a friendly place, and Mr. Goblin is starting to miss the damp underworld. The familiar smell of rust, the never-extinguishing flame, and the enthusiastic Goblin Lady, who had only been depressed for a moment, had immediately mustered up his courage. Whitestone isn't actually that bad, at least he still has a chance to exchange his puppet for silver here.

Just before Mr. Goblin was stunned, his third teammate was already gone. It was a tall man with a cloak on his head. His countenance was hidden within a wide cloak.

To the north of White Rock is a wilderness, and after the wilderness is a forest. Further north is the cold Far North. It was a place where only barbarians could live. However, because of its proximity to the northern forests, it has become a paradise for adventurers, and there are many people who wear this wide cloak and cover their faces like this. Therefore, Anjieyin of the Hell Tavern chose such a teammate, and everyone just thought that his behavior was very risky, but it didn't feel strange, because maybe Daddy knew this person.

Five people have now been elected, and there is only one person left.

Blaney's eyes searched the crowd, she pondered Daddy Angelin's intentions. The aging berserker was definitely one of the toughest people she'd ever met, and all those who saw Angel scorn's mind scorned by his father's muscles lay in their graves. As the owner of the only tavern in White Rock Town, he certainly won't be a simple-minded, well-limbed berserker as his appearance suggests.

"Morgritte, where are you?" Blaney called out into the crowd. "You poor bastard, Morkriette, this is your only chance. Anjie of the Hell Tavern lost all the gold moore on you because of his father, don't you want to teach him a lesson yourself? Or did I just hear him wrong?"

Blaney's voice was very loud, and she was tall, a head taller than the average human.

Mowglitte cowered in the shadows behind the crowd, his mouth felt dry and bitter, today was definitely the saddest day he had ever encountered, and now the sun was about to set. The west was full of colorful clouds, but the day had not passed. It's just an hourglass, and an hourglass is going to get dark.

"Mowglitte, you coward, how long are you going to hide?" Blaney's voice rang in Mowglitte's ears.

The eyes of the crowd were all focused on Morgritte, and he stood up tremblingly: "I am a blacksmith, I refuse to fight. ”

"That's the most lame reason I've ever heard, no dwarf in the Western Ghats would say he refused to fight. Do you want to discredit the dwarves' brilliance?" someone in the crowd scoffed.

"Well, think of the dwarf's brilliance, and if you don't want someone to spit on you when you return to the West Highlands, stand up like a dwarf. Blaney said.

With a clang, a huge hammer slammed into Mowglitte's feet, the weapon he had just secretly hidden, and I don't know which blind guy threw it over.

"Pick up your weapons, Mogg, and follow me into battle like a man, like a dwarf. Blaney's finger almost poked into Mowglitte's head.

"I'm a blacksmith, a blacksmith. Morwritte muttered to his feet, and just as he bent down to pick up the hammer on the ground, the crowd behind him gave him a kick from behind.

Morgridte was unsteady on her feet and crashed into Blaney in front of her.