Calgas* Bladefist stood on the highest stand of a large circular building, staring silently at the two creatures fighting below.

Cagas was not interested in the natural plagues that were now boiling in the outside world, and the endless uproar in international politics, and he never paid attention to them.

Ever since he transformed into a Death Knight, Kargas has been concentrating on the Iron Tribe, which is all about him. The Iron Tribe didn't need to pay attention to any political factors and all kinds of resistance from the outside world, anyway, these were all held up by their master, His Majesty the God Emperor. As long as the Iron Tribe focuses on developing and growing, and becomes a sharp blade in the hands of the God Emperor, this is enough.

But Kargas still has some petty selfishness, or rather wishes. He wanted to build an arena of broken hands, and throw all the ogres who once dominated the ogre into this arena to avenge the humiliation of the captivity and gladiators.

Now that he had fulfilled his wish, His Majesty the Emperor had approved Kargas to build a massive amphitheater on the floating islands of the Iron Tribe. And the Ogres of the Hammer Castle, who were captured at another time, would be the first gladiators to enter the arena.

At this moment, the Broken Hand Arena was filled with Iron Tribe orc soldiers in black armor. Most of them were from the Shattered Hand clan, and their right hands had been severed and fitted with a long, sharp blade.

"First battle!Ogre Crystal Mage Clago, against Abyssal Glider Blankenspo!"

A goblin worker of the Black Rope Chaebol shouted in a high-pitched voice with a crude amplification microphone in his hand.

"By the way!This deathmatch is exclusively sponsored by the Heso chaebol! Choose a good weapon, and come to the Heso chaebol! This is the first hand-shattering deathmatch tournament exclusively titled by the Heso chaebol! If you want to bet, please go to the Heso chaebol betting place as soon as possible to bet on your precious gold coins!!"

Kargas shook his head in annoyance, these noisy and annoying goblins who fell into the eyes of money really had the urge to strangle them.

"Let's go! I'll throw you in the arena if you talk nonsense!"

Kargas's roar immediately resonated with the orcs of the surrounding Iron Horde, who rudely gestured to the goblins.

The iron door on the left opened, and Clago, the ogre crystal mage, was forced out by the orc soldiers behind him who were holding muskets at him.

The iron gate on the right is a swamp fungus giant slowly walking out. This giant covered in spore fungi is a creature unique to Draenor, and their spores are highly toxic and miasma, which is equivalent to carrying a highly toxic realm of their own.

"The Ogre Crago is a powerful mage of the Hangmath Empire!He has been greatly mutated by crystals, and is immune to almost all magical attacks!But will he be able to kill the fungal giant Blankenspo? Ah!!h

Before the goblin could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Kargas.

Kargas then beckoned behind him, and an ogre, imprisoned in a dark golden chain of divine power, covered in the marks of tortured wounds, was roughly pulled over by two Broken Hand Orcs.

"Ogre Führer Margaok, look at your poor people, once the elite of the Hammer Empire, now the gladiator of the Broken Hand Arena. Kargas laughed cruelly. "But don't worry, when all your people are dead, you'll go to battle too, hahaha. ”

Führer Margauk is a two-headed ogre, and at the moment his tattered costume can be vaguely seen in the splendor and extravagance of the past.

"Calgas in another world ... It's not us who are torturing you, you mad beast!" Malgok's left head roared as he glared at Kargas.

The Great Chief of the Broken Hand nodded, still smiling at the Ogre Führer.

"yes, of course I do. But I hate you ogres, and I hate any ogres in the Hangmath, no matter what world it is. ”

"Duel begins!!" The goblin host had already goblung up, unfazed by Kargas's rudeness, picked up the microphone and continued to shout.

The chains of divine power on the fungal giant's body dissipated violently, and the unrestrained giant immediately roared and rushed towards the only creature in front of him: the ogre.

The ogre Clago had no choice but to fight. If you don't kill this stupid fungal giant, he's going to be here today.

The dense crystal lines on the ogre's body began to flow with magical light, and he didn't need a staff, and his hands waved violently. A large storm of ice took shape and began to move towards the fungal giant.

The orcs in the arena stands began to cheer and curse wildly, and for a moment the atmosphere was brought into a warm high court.

The central floating island, the palace of eternal night.

Hu Feng stood on the terrace of the tower at the top of the assembly hall with a little interest, looking at the arena in the center of the Iron Tribe Fortress in the distance, with a fiery atmosphere and a roar.

Rukma, the sun god bird, was squatting on the sun and moon sculpture at the top of the palace to sleep, and at this moment he was also awakened by the earth-shattering noise of the orcs, and hissed with great dissatisfaction. He then buried his head back in his left wing, trying to continue sleeping.

"Those orcs, rude creatures, I don't like them, and they're not my children. Elune's hazy body also stood beside Hu Feng, and said curiously and dissatisfied.

Hu Feng smiled, "They are a race from another world. But accept them as much as you can, I must muster all the forces I can muster to make the Legion of Dawn stronger in order to defeat the Burning Legion head-on and defeat the endless creatures of the Void under the command of the Void Lord. ”

Elune seemed to pout, looking unhappy.

"And that ancient god of yours, if it weren't for the smell of your divine power, I would have started to repel him a long time ago! That big piece of flesh kept moving inside the planet, and I felt sick to see it. ”

"Hey, kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs. Cthulhu is helping you fight against the Elder Gods of the Void Lords, and you're treating your allies like this. Hu Feng was curious to touch Elune's head at this time, but the palm of his hand pierced directly into the interior of the hazy moonlight, as if Elune had no physical form.

"How long do you have before you can condense the embodiment of the entity?"

"I don't know, the great wound you call the Well of Eternity has just healed. Although you often provide me with divine power, I am still very weak! I can condense into this vague energy body that I am now, which is already the limit. Elune's tone was low.

"Then you still have the heart to play with the moon?"

"Are you willing to stay in the dark core of the planet every day, I'm going to have to find something to pass the time!" Elune crossed his hands on his hips, as if glaring at Hu Feng.

"And, speaking of the moon ... You pay me for the moon! I used to have two, and now one is gnawed like that by you, and that disgusting big eyeball on it! You pay me!"

Hu Feng immediately laughed a few times, turned around and walked down.

"Oops... People just can't do it when they're old, and their ears are a little back, tsk... ”

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