The contest between Baroque and Noldega turned out to be a grand event! He did not feel any disobedience to this, let alone the humiliation of being watched in a monkey show. Because for orcs, it is a very normal behavior to show their strength and gain the recognition of others. It's not a race where the human kingdom uses gladiator fights to earn money and excitement, and the two races have different identities and naturally different perspectives.

Baroque also acquiesced to the orcs who came to watch, because he found that this was the best way to show the strength of the blue wolf tribe and quickly expand the influence of the blue wolf tribe. You must know that even if Protoya promised to recommend him as the deputy commander of the coalition forces, the others did not know Baroque and did not know what his strength was, so there would always be resistance and resistance. After this fight, there will definitely be a difference.

Nearly a thousand people had already gathered around, and almost all the warriors and elders of the Berserk tribe had rushed over. Because of his relationship with Protoya's cousin, the orcs of the Berserk tribe were familiar with him, and knew that he was a powerful warrior who once fell a sturdy bull with one hand. In terms of strength alone, Protoya, known as the number one warrior of the tribe, did not dare to say that he was stronger than him. And looking at the young orc named Baroque opposite, with a handsome and jealous face, he didn't look like a person with great strength.

Covered by a rudimentary animal skin around his crotch, Noltega stomped on the ground with both feet, clasped his hands on his chest, raised his head and roared a few times, looking fierce and rude, but his expression was very cautious, and he took a good stance and shouted to Baroque: "Come on, let's fight, see who is the first warrior!"

Feeling ignored, Protoya glared at his cousin, knowing that this rude guy was this kind of character, he didn't blame it, and immediately stared at the middle field, he actually wanted to see the ontological strength of the Baroque after it faded its aura.

The two were separated by more than ten meters of each other, and Baroque was clearly not as preoccupied as Noltega, and even felt as absent-minded. This made Noltega feel despised and secretly angry. Hunched over to Baroque and took the lead in attacking.

After saying that it is not allowed to use shamanic spells and beast battle qi, the speed of the Baroque will naturally be affected somewhat. But he had already made up his mind to fight with Noltega in the open, and use absolute strength to impress his opponent. And also impressed the rampaging tribesmen around them.

When Noldega threw himself in front of him and was about to wrap his arms around his waist, Baroque's hands had already landed on Noldega's thick arms. With a sudden force, those arms could no longer move an inch.

This took Naultga by surprise and realized that he was underestimating his opponent. He knew that if he couldn't grab Baroque's waist quickly. His hunched body would be counterattacked by the Baroque, so he immediately withdrew his arm.

Baroque didn't stop Noltega from retreating, but just slashed at his neck with a wave of his hand as he drew it. Noltega only felt a tingling in his neck, but it was no big deal, and he pounced on it again. The Baroque still did not hide from it...... He didn't intend to dodge, so he rushed forward-for-tat, this time without grabbing the back of his hand, and quickly grabbed Nortega's arm, making him temporarily unable to exert force. Then Baroque roared at the same time, and just pushed the black bear-like man to run, and after a few steps, he pushed hard, and at the same time spread his arms. Nortega was unsteady on his feet, his head on his back and he fell to the ground. The orcs who were watching around suddenly let out a burst of amazement and cheers.

You must know that just now Baroque was pushing Noldega to run purely with his own strength, and Noldega's two thick legs like stone pillars could not support this huge thrust at all, and he staggered and was finally thrown to the ground. The orcs worship the strong, even if they were a little tricky just now, but it is clear that the strength of the seemingly thin Baroque is definitely no less than that of Noltega.

Noltega's black face was almost purple, and he had never lost so much in strength. Jumping up from the ground and rushing towards Baroque, Baroque did not show weakness in catching up, once again withstanding the onslaught of Noltega. The two of them were like two cows with their horns against their horns, and their muscles were tense. Almost the hair of the beast stood on end, and it fell into a short stalemate.

Suddenly, Baroque suddenly exerted force, which surprised everyone...... He actually had some strength left in the stalemate just now! Noltega felt a strong force in his arms, and his arms were twisted behind his back, and then there was a sharp pain in his neck and lower back. His body was lifted off the ground - he was quickly restrained by Baroque, and then grabbed his neck and waist and lifted him up!

Baroque shouted, threw the holding Noltega out, threw it on the ground a few feet away, fell to pieces, staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and rushed up again. But Baroque had already left the arena and took the robe from Zainzu and put it on.

"Our fight has just begun, are you going to escape?" Noltega shouted angrily at Baroque, feeling humiliated. Even everyone else is a little puzzled, because everyone can see that the two have only just warmed up, why can't the Baroque compare?

"Let's talk about it later, we're in trouble!" Baroque said with a serious expression, pointing in the direction of the guide.

Everyone immediately looked south, but nothing out of the ordinary except for the endless tundra and the green grass that sprouted!Baroque said to a few shamans who were apparently stationed in the Berserk Tribe, "Take a look with the Soul Eagle Eye." ”

The Soul Eagle Eye is the most basic spell of shamanic sacrifices, and almost all shamans do. Several priests cast spells and looked south, and one of them immediately shouted: "Not good, a group of orcs are being hunted down, and it is the human cavalry that is chasing them...... The spirit of the ancestors is above, this is impossible! How could humans invade the tundra so early? The scouts clearly detected that the [Crown Stag] legion in the grassland of the horse breeding land did not show the slightest sign of mobilization......

It's all nonsense now, and that scene in the distance has proven something. The orcs fled for their lives on horseback, and a group of well-armored human cavalry behind them pursued unhurriedly, and there was a standard-bearer in their ranks, holding high the flag belonging to the Adria Empire, but there was no exclusive legion insignia, and it was impossible to know which legion it was for a while.

Bows and arrows kept shooting, and the orcs who ran in front of them were hit by arrows one after another, falling off their horses, and the pursuers stepped directly on the fallen orcs, completely ignoring the terrible screams of those men.

The human cavalry is coming!The people of the berserk tribe are in chaos. The coalition has not yet been formed, and most of the tribal chiefs are still on their way here, and they are not ready at all. The orcs who were pursued by the human cavalry did not belong to the Berserk tribe, and it was likely that a small orc tribe that was about to come to the Berserk tribe to join the coalition was ambushed by the human cavalry halfway.

Plotoya roared and shook the frightened crowd. With his roar, a behemoth rushed out of the rear tribal camp and scurried to Purtoya's side with a few steps, it was the Beamon behemoth Abbas. Beamon bowed his head. Plottoya jumped on top of Abbas's head and turned back to several of the orcs and shouted, "Go and tell my father Krutu that he will gather the tribal soldiers at once and prepare to fight the enemy, and I will stop the damned human mongrels first." Beamon's massive body stood up and strode in the direction of the human cavalry in the distance.

Into spring. Many of the young, vigorous orcs scattered far away to herd their livestock, and it was impossible to gather them all in a short time. In this chaotic moment, Protoya had to stall first to buy time for the soldiers to be assembled.

The three rampaging tribesmen seemed to discuss a few words, and then behaved to the disdain of the onlookers, and at the same time deeply suspicious of the shamanic elders. The three shamans actually gathered their guards and quietly retreated to the tribal settlement. You must know that the three of them have more than a hundred powerful warriors in their guards, but they dare not attack the human cavalry for their own safety. And the surrounding orcs were unaware of this, or rather indifferent to it. Baroque had an idea............ If the Shamanic Presbyterians are like that, then there seems to be no need to prove anything!

The cavalry of humanity is unscrupulous. The pursuit was getting closer and closer, and at this time it was only a few miles away, and even ordinary orcs could see the black pressure with the naked eye. There were still hundreds of orcs being chased by them, and only a few dozen people were still running for their lives. But it is also the end of the strong crossbow, and there is no way to escape without an accident.

Plotoya and Beamon had already rushed in front of the human cavalry, and the furious beasts were threatening, rampage, more than a dozen horses and the knights on their backs were knocked away, and the nearest cavalry were directly smashed into minced meat, and the momentum was unmatched for a while. But the human army seems to have become familiar with the way to deal with this terrifying beast. After losing more than 10 people at the beginning, all the cavalry immediately gathered together, and more than 500 warriors put on a very wonderful formation, under the connection of the fighting warriors. The effect was very astonishing - the terrifying hammer force of Beamon was successfully dispersed and neutralized, and the cavalry formation would tremble like a wave at first, as if it would collapse at any moment. However, as the soldiers bonded together, this purely defensive situation no longer appeared, and archers began to shoot arrows at Beamon. The human arrow clusters are all specially created by the dwarves, even if they can't kill Beamon. It can also cause minor injuries to it, and if it is delayed for a long time, Beamon's strength will eventually weaken, and the small injuries on his body will eventually accumulate into major injuries and serious injuries, if there is a ............ at this time!

Baroque soon found that his hunch was about to come true, and Plotoya had jumped off Beamon's shoulder, borrowed part of the power of the Behemoth through the Covenant of Equality, and frantically attacked the human army, blocking their progress and buying time for the tribal army to assemble. Through the Soul Eagle Eye, Baroque noticed that there were some changes in the middle of the military formation, as if something was brewing. At eye level, he couldn't see clearly if he was too far away, and he gestured to the frost giant wolf Rak, who immediately understood, and his huge body lay on the ground, and its spirit beast body had escaped from its body, floating in the air to observe. Baroque quickly saw through Lac's eyes what was being prepared inside the formation, much to his surprise!

He knew it all too well, it was a magic crossbow! Several men in magic robes were operating. There is no doubt that only the most elite legions of mankind would be equipped with such a strategic-level weapon. This looks like a conspiracy, a conspiracy specifically designed to deal with the Behemoth of Beamon!

The power of the magic giant crossbow is unmatched, and its piercing power is so terrifying that even Beamon's steel body cannot stop its attacks. Abbas was in front of the formation, and Plottoya was attacking the formation on the other flank, not noticing the conspiracy in the middle of the formation. At such a close distance, the Magic Giant can easily aim at Beamon's head or heart, and if it takes fatal damage, there will be no more manta rays around to save Abbas's life...... (To be continued.) )