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But in order to pretend to be this ratio, Elivan himself is actually not comfortable, don't forget, the conditions for death withering are also very harsh, and the perfect level magic crystal x6 is actually not a problem, the main thing is to drain the magic power of the whole body, which is definitely uncomfortable.

So feeling dizzy and disgusting again, Elivan, with Joanna's support, immediately crushed an arcane magic ball again, but in just a few seconds, he was like an addict, and he was resurrected again.

This miraculous technique made the eyes of Longtan, who had been paying attention to Elivan, narrow, and he didn't know what the old fox was thinking!

But Longtan's hands are not idle, as a general who can independently lead troops to the battle, Longtan naturally knows that under the two death and withering combos, the morale of the orc side has actually reached a very dangerous level.

So he had to do something! Especially when the other chiefs were busy building an army of "Spirit Warriors" at this time, and couldn't find time to help, he had to support the face of the tribe, otherwise the Ghost Wolf Clan might be in despair.

The gloomy Lontan gritted his teeth and took out two quaint charms from his arms, cut his fingertips, turned himself into pale blue blood, smeared them on the surface of the two witchcraft charms, and then chanted like a dancing god, and finally put the charm on his forehead, roared angrily, and threw it into the distance.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After two loud bangs, two tall figures appeared on the battlefield.

"My name is Balantu, the first warrior under the command of the Duke of Earth Elementals!"

A black, bulging obsidian elemental was half-kneeling on the ground, as an elemental creature, its body was already very humanoid, with full arms and legs, and even a pair of thick fingers made of broken obsidian blocks, but its head was still a boulder, and its full facial features were not revealed.

However, from the power of its whole body, as well as its ten-meter-tall body, it can be seen that this elemental creature is already an elder, and it is also the kind of ruthless character that can fight.

Standing next to this earth elemental elder, this is a huge water element in the shape of a droplet, although it is not as tall as Balantu, but the overall surging water splash, and the blue elemental light curtain visible to the naked eye, also show that this is also an elder-level water element, but I don't know why, it has not evolved a humanoid body like Balantu.

Naturally, they won't speak.

The appearance of these two behemoths on the battlefield naturally boosted the momentum of the orc side, and even Roman, who was rubbing his hands together and didn't know what he was preparing, exclaimed,

"You can single-handedly urge two elemental elders, hey, Andre, you're a dick!"

The orc shaman turned his head to look at him and snorted coldly.

"You talk a lot!"

After speaking, he took a step forward, the huge crimson gauntlets on his arms moved, and a worn-out battle flag appeared in his hand, which was the flag that symbolized the ghost wolf tribe he got when he was sent away from the barren stone plateau, Andre shouted loudly in front of the gaze of nearly ten thousand orcs,

"Rontan Hughes! I, Andre Hughes, the fourth son of the chief of the Ghost Wolf Clan, in the name of an orc, in the name of the Ghost Wolf, propose to you Margar!

"Bang!"

The ghost wolf's battle banner was thrown to the ground, and this simple action made the entire battlefield silent again, and even the evil orcs who were rushing towards Elivan and several people stopped in front of Magroga.

Longtan, who was already in control, heard the words Margroga, and his face was gloomy like the tide in the night.

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The so-called Magroga is a transliteration of the orc word "mak'gora", which means "duel to the death". This is a custom that evolved at the beginning of the Third Age, when the orcs first stepped into the land of the Wasteland Plateau.

In the minds of all orcs, Margroga is the most sacred and inviolable glorious decisive battle, and both sides must ensure that they are sane and cannot be forced, must be voluntary, cannot use magic, cannot wear armor, and finally cannot even use weapons that do not conform to orc tradition.

Each side can only hold one weapon, and once the weapon is on the ground, it cannot be picked up again, the weapon cannot be poisoned, and any magroga can only be used to settle hatred that the clan elders cannot judge, and it must be done publicly, and must have a respected shaman on the side to act as a judge.

But after thousands of years of inheritance, Magroga is inevitably dyed with a bad meaning, that is, if one of the two sides does not accept Magaroga, it will be despised by the orcs as a "weak man", don't underestimate this nickname, in the brave orc group, once you are labeled as "weak", it basically declares that everything you have now, and everything you will have in the future, will be ruthlessly taken away.

In other words, Andrea's current move has forced Longtan into a corner, although Andrei's identity is a joke within the ghost wolf clan, but in the eyes of other orcs, the fourth son of the chief, this identity is enough to launch Margroga's qualifications, and although there is no respected elder as a referee present, the gaze of tens of thousands of orcs is enough for this glorious duel.

"What? Rontan, your cowardice has made you lose the courage to promise Margroga?

Andrei's usual soft face has been distorted into a ball, he roared, the gauntlets and claw blades on his arms rubbed, each step forward, the power from the four elemental realms strengthened a point, although he was still the thin boy in the eyes of other orcs, but after four steps forward, the elemental power that lingered in his whole body had distorted the air around him, the earth was roaring, the storm was roaring, and the flames were looming in the air, from the most orthodox shamanic lineage, when it came to Andrei's step, the power that was blessed by the nature of heaven and earth had already surpassed what Longtan advocatedThe limit of what the evil shamans of "elemental slavery" can reach.

This momentum even forced those evil orcs who were close to have to cover their eyes and retreat in embarrassment.

"Come on, Rontan, kill me!"

Andrei roared angrily, but after more than ten seconds, the voice of the Longtan dove resounded through the entire battlefield with a cruel smile,

"You, a lowly Borag, a half-blood bastard! What right do you have to mention Magaroga? You're insulting the whole sacred vocabulary! But I'm merciful, and although you're not qualified to be a magroga, I don't mind playing with you! In the presence of tens of thousands of orcs, you and I, just the two of us, have a fight! Merciful I allow you to use weapons, but your accomplices, can't interfere!" )