Jackal meat is not tasty, and raw meat is even more unpalatable, but Ronald has to force himself to eat it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The true qi of the Vajra Body Protector Divine Skill has begun to heal the broken ribs on its own, and it is impossible to heal them directly, but in a sour and itchy feeling, the pain of the tear does have a tendency to be reduced.

The rest of the jackals didn't dare to come anymore, they gathered around from a distance, first roared in fear, and saw that Ronald showed no signs of coming on his own initiative, so they gathered in a corner and looked at Ronald from a distance.

Just as Ronald was about to chew a mouthful of jackal meat in his mouth, the heavy gate was lifted again, and a minotaur stood there, looking at Ronald eating meat with some surprise, and his eyes swept over the jackal corpse on the ground, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"Who let you eat!"

The minotaur's voice was buzzing and dull, and his fist slammed into Ronald. The Minotaur's fists are huge, and when held together, they are the size of Ronald's head, and although they have no fighting spirit, they can set off a whistling fist with brute force alone.

Ronald squinted, raised his left arm, and the power fist caught the Minotaur's fist, and the fighting spirit was poured into it, and the power fist suddenly increased Ronald's strength, and the Minotaur's fist was firmly caught.

The minotaur was stunned for a moment, and his other hand reached out after the beast's skirt, and a bony axe was pulled out, and this axe was made of the remains of some unknown animal, and it looked thick, heavy, and hard, and even the blade of the axe was sharpened.

Ronald rolled on the spot, dodging the head-on axe, and with a throbbing pain in his chest, Ronald's face became gloomy, and he endured the pain, and slammed his elbow into the bridge of the Minotaur's nose.

In terms of size, Ronald is too far behind the Minotaur, standing together is estimated to be only as tall as the Minotaur's chest, but the fighting spirit contained in it makes the Minotaur scream, with a click on the bridge of his nose, and his head tilted back.

The left arm with the power fist grabbed the wrist of the minotaur holding the bone axe, and a force even more brutal than the minotaur burst out directly from the power fist, the minotaur's wrist was directly twisted and broken, and the heavy axe fell, and was caught and held in his hand by Ronald.

Flying kicked the minotaur in the chest, pushing his tall, burly body upside down, slamming it against the fence with a muffled thud.

The minotaur was indeed ruthless enough, his wrist was broken by the power fist glove, and he was about to stand up with his other hand on the ground, but the sharp bone axe was already across his neck, Rao is the minotaur has strong muscles, but the skin was also cut by the axe.

"If you dare to move, I'll cut you!" Ronald said in a cold tone, riding on the Minotaur's body, holding an axe in his left hand with a power fist.

The minotaur stared at Ronald, his mouth snorting and wheezing, his bull's eyes were red, and he was not afraid at all.

This minotaur has good strength, with his naturally strong physique, even if he can't fight, his strength is amazing. It's just that in the face of the silver-level Ronald, the disadvantage of not being vindictive is enough for Ronald to trample him under his feet.

The movement of Ronald and the Minotaur immediately alarmed the other Minotaurs, after all, this is the tribal settlement of the Minotaurs.

More than a dozen minotaurs surrounded them, watching this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then they roared angrily.

"Let go of its towers, damned human slaves!" a minotaur roared at Ronald.

"Water, grain, horses...... Half an hour later, I let him go. Ronald rode on the minotaur, and the axe against his neck did not let go in the slightest.

"How dare you threaten the warriors of our Ironhorn tribe......"

"Ironhorn tribe, obviously, I'm threatening you!"

Ronald looked coldly at the Minotaur members who surrounded the beast circle, and cold sweat was already oozing from the palm holding the axe. But his expression was not afraid at all, he didn't want to be held here like a slave, or even a beast.

The strength of those Minotaurs before was indeed strong, and now he finally met a person with average strength who was held by him in his hands, how could he do it if he didn't fight?

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and I saw a minotaur coming from behind, and his arms were brutally pushed in the middle of the minotaur, and several burly minotaurs were pushed aside.

"Mata ......"

"It's Mata coming......"

The surrounding minotaurs noticed the appearance of the visitor and whispered one after another.

Known as Mata, he is a minotaur over 2 meters tall, with muscles as strong as other minotaurs, a pair of black horns growing on the top of his head, bent and facing forward, and a pale yellow body hair on the top of his head, which looks like hair.

I saw that his arms were wrapped around a cloth bag made of the teeth of an unknown beast, and each tooth was the thickness of a human arm, and it was hideous. A leather skirt covered the lower half of the body, revealing at least a dozen hideous scars on the chest.

One of the most eyed scars cut directly from the right shoulder to the lower abdomen, almost splitting half of his body, the wounds were uneven, torn left and right, just by looking at it, you could feel the danger and horror at the beginning.

"Chita, my son...... You've been captured by a human?" The minotaur known as Mata stepped forward, a pair of bull's eyes lingering over Ronald and his tower, and said in a gloomy tone.

Controlled by Ronald, his tower gasped loudly, a pair of bull's eyes stared at Ronald deadly, and suddenly slammed his fist towards his chest, and the bell rang: "Beast God!" Qita roared loudly.

"Beast God!"

"Beast God!"

The surrounding minotaurs responded one after another, and a loud noise rose into the sky.

Mata nodded, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Very good, my son! If you die in battle, then your soul will return to the arms of the beast god, and if you win, then you will wash away the shame of your capture with your own hands!"

Ronald didn't know why, but looking at the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt that things didn't seem to be going as he expected.

Beast God?

Looking at the performance of these minotaurs, they don't seem to have any intention of saving people, but they also have no intention of letting him go.

"Human, rise up and fight Mata, whose tower will wash away his shame with his bravery and your life under the watchful eye of the beast god. Mata stepped forward, jerked his arm in, grabbed Ronald's arm and lifted him up.

The speed of Mata's shot was very fast, although he also did not burst out of fighting spirit, but he held his five fingers with a hand, but it was like an iron hoop, Rao is Ronald practiced the Vajra Body Protection Divine Skill, but he also had a feeling that his bones were about to be crushed.

"Are you hurt?" Mata tossed Ronald aside, then turned back to the minotaur behind him, "Go and get the shaman and let him heal this human's injuries." Its towers are to be duels under the watchful eye of the beast gods, and nothing is allowed to tarnish the name of the warriors. ”

Ronald looked at Mata in some surprise, and from the strength just now, Mata's strength was not weaker than the amplified strength after Ronald used the power gloves. It's just pure physical strength, what if it's with fighting spirit?

However, judging from the current situation, it seems that this minotaur named Mata has no intention of making a move on him.

"Duel under the watchful eye of the beast god? and the minotaur of this tower...... Can't they see that this tower is no match for me?" Ronald thought to himself.

Soon, a hunched minotaur with a thick animal skin and a heavy wooden staff in his hand arrived, and the minotaurs respectfully moved out of the way, even Mata.

"Hmm~ Is it the first duel of its tower? with a human?" The old minotaur, who was dressed very strangely, walked over, his eyes were fixed on Ronald's body, and then said slowly: "His injuries are not serious, only a few broken bones, and under the divine power of the beast god, he will be healed soon." ”

"Honorable shaman, please heal the wounds of this human, and there must be no unfairness in the duel of its tower. Mata said in a buzzing voice.

The shaman nodded, his expression unexpectedly revealing appreciation: "Very good, its tower is also a warrior of our Iron Horn tribe, witness in the name of the beast god, this will be a fair warrior duel!"

The shaman moved his steps and walked towards Ronald, even though he was a little hunched over because of his old age, but the shaman still looked so tall and strong standing in front of Ronald.

The natural size gap between humans and minotaurs is so obvious.

"Aisida...... Binaga ......" came out of the mouth of the shaman, a series of mysterious sentences, revealing a unique charm.

I saw that a blood-red light appeared on the priest's body, and the light was full of vigorous vitality and strong momentum. The shaman held the thick wooden staff and pointed at Ronald, and the blood-colored light on his body suddenly extended to the wooden staff, and then swooped into Ronald's body.

The blood-colored light escaped into Ronald's body, and quickly wrapped around his chest, only to hear the sound of 'click' and 'click', Ronald snorted, only to feel that the broken bones had healed at an incredible speed.

After just a few seconds, the pain of broken ribs in my chest was gone.

Ronald stretched out in disbelief, feeling an indescribable feeling of comfort all over his body, and even the hunger in his stomach disappeared.

"Orc healing?" Ronald took a breath of cold air and looked at the old shaman in front of him.

"Go get two weapons!"

Mata yelled at the minotaur behind him again.

In the roar of several minotaurs, two pitch-black and heavy weapons were quickly taken.

One is a heavy axe, and the other is a heavy sledgehammer.

Bang dang!

The two weapons were thrown to the ground, and the surrounding minotaurs spontaneously moved around, encircling Ronald in the middle, forming a circle.

"Chita, my son...... Take up arms and kill this human, and the glory and bravery of the minotaurs will bless you!" Mata threw himself back and slammed his hands into fists on his chest with a terrible muffled sound like a sledgehammer hitting the ground.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

His towers shook his shoulders, his thick arms stretched, and he stepped into the circle under the gaze of his people, reached out and picked up the heavy axe from the ground and weighed it in his hand, as if he was extremely satisfied with the weight.

"Humans, take up your weapons. Qita said.

Ronald looked at the minotaurs around him, they all looked excited and excited, but they were the only ones who were not murderous.

"Damn, it seems like some kind of ritual of theirs?" Ronald reached out and brushed his chest, where the broken bone had healed and he was back to his best.

Staring at the tower holding the cold giant axe, Ronald did not have the slightest worry in his eyes.