readx;? Two diametrically opposed atmospheres mixed together and spread in the "Crystal Cloud Bridge". The home supporters on the side of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info [Fengyun Novel Reading] turned pale, silent and did not say a word, but gathered their anxious or unwilling eyes on the bloodied Grohl lying on the battlefield.

No one understands the pain and depression better than they do, and listen, the laughter, cheers, and most strident provocations that reverberate all around, wave after wave, and the most piercing provocation - the scene now is like someone coming to the door and slapping himself in the mouth, leaving only the hot pain and the humiliation of rubbing his heart repeatedly.

And the away spectators, who seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of the moment, gave the loudest praise to the Mogar standing in the stadium, the most blatant sarcasm to the fallen Groll, and the "hosts" here - the thousands of home spectators who were silent.

Some of them even took out a silver platform from their pockets, laughed and skimmed into the field, just like a demonstration, and the name of "gold-inlaid silver platform" really fell on the battlefield of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge"!

In the home lounge, through the wooden gate, the staff of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" looked at the figure on the ground without blinking. However, unlike them, the three of them stared at Mogar Copperthroat, who seemed to be the "victors", as if they were staring at something coldly.

The same strange scene was played out at the same time in the lounge opposite. The owner of the "Gold-inlaid Silver Gladiatorial Arena", Gao Lak, did not pay attention to his own gladiators, but squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the VIP seat hanging on the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

A smile slowly bloomed on his face, unbridled. A pair of eyes mixed with excitement, greed, hypocrisy, and poison seem to be telling their ambitions with a silent gaze - you are finished, respected Mr. Casavalon, you are finished, this is the legendary "Crystal Cloud Bridge Gladiatorial Arena"!

Follow Gaurak's gaze all the way up. In fact, as early as the moment Grohl fell to the ground, a small whisper sounded in the VIP seat, and some people quietly fell their eyes to the old butler sitting at the front. Although these celebrities on the gimbal have always concealed their expressions well, it is undeniable. Many of them are waiting to see the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" and even the Casavalon jokes.

But unfortunately, the old man's next move disappointed them. Or rather, even in the midst of the uproar that resounded throughout the audience. He still sat quietly, his silver hair neat and his eyes bright. Like a majestic elder, there was no frustration or disappointment, as if the years had already precipitated all the stories in the wrinkles on his face, in the blood under his skin, no matter what happened, no matter whether he went with the flow or against the current, he would just sit upright and gaze silently.

Soon. The VIP seats fell silent. At the same time, the auditorium outside was quiet. However, the latter's silence came from the changes that happened on the field, and Mogal Copper Throat spoke.

"Is it dead? Groll!"

Mogar's roar cleared the noise, raised his palm and wiped it on the corner of his mouth, then shook his head sharply, spitting a mouthful of blood to the ground.

"Roll me out if you're not dead!"

As Mogar spoke, the away crowd burst into laughter, boos and ridicule on the orcs in the field. Soon, though, the shrill voices suddenly burst into flames. It was as if someone had choked it off, and it stopped. Then, along with the home crowd, who were almost hopeless, they widened their eyes in an exaggerated way.

In the silent silence. Grohl in a pool of blood moved.

His thick fingers gripped at the blood-soaked earth, and he grasped the giant axe that had fallen in front of him, and grabbed it along with the dirt. The thick back was a terrifying muscle texture, mixed with the blood left behind, and it was propped up from the ground little by little. Finally, the head with its long hair slammed up, and its eyes full of war intent stared at the figure in the distance again.

Looking at Grohl, who was slowly getting up, Mogar smiled. "Why don't you continue to lie on the ground?huh?!" he said, "I remember when the gladiators signed up for the competition, you crawled out of the crowd, right?!" he tilted his head and said, "Honestly, man, you're pretty fit to lie on the ground, like you just did, hahaha!"

Mogar burst out laughing, not only him, but also the away crowd roaring along with the orcs. But Grohl didn't seem to hear at all, just stared at each other, his chest heaving, and didn't speak.

"Why? don't you want to speak, or do you want to keep what little 'dignity' you have left?" Mogar nodded as if he suddenly remembered something, "Hey, damn it, look at my memory! For Zankowila's sake, I forgot that you are a member of the 'Blood Fist Clan'!"

Mogar's voice made Grohl tremble. "Tut-tut, someone would take in the 'Bloody Fist Orc' and give him a home field! Someone would treat the 'Bloody Fist Orc' as a teammate and fight side by side!" Mogar chuckled to himself, but the audience was captivated by his words, and fell silent.

Grohl on the other side still didn't speak, but everyone could see that the orc's body standing there seemed to be a little depressed and lonely, and it looked like some old scar had been torn open in the sun.

But Mogar's words didn't end there, he suddenly opened his arms and looked around, looking at the thousands of spectators outside the arena. "Dear viewers, maybe some of you don't know yet, then ask the orcs around you! Ask them why there is no place for Grohl in the 'Axe Tooth Horn', and why even if his legs are broken, none of us who are also orcs are willing to help him!"

For a while, there was a buzzing sound in the audience, and some of the orcs scattered in the crowd shook their heads with a light snort, reluctant to mention it, and some simply stared at Grohl in the field, with a complicated look flashing in their eyes. It was as if the hostility between home and away had disappeared in an instant.

In a corner of the audience, Adjani and Leila also looked at Cadius with slightly inquiring eyes, but the latter only shook his head slowly, indicating that he did not know either. However, the half-elf was about to speak, but suddenly his whole body was stunned, and he suddenly turned his head to look back.

"What's wrong?Mr. Cadius?" the girl asked, a little confused, and looked at the half-elf along with the moon demon Lyra. I saw a crowd full of people watching the battle, and there was nothing special about it.

Caddius withdrew his gaze and laughed twice. "It's nothing, just keep watching. He took a sip of his drink and said to himself, "It's getting more and more interesting......

On the battlefield, Mogar didn't make the audience wait too long, and then returned his eyes to Grohl and gave the answer. "Even in the homeland of the orcs. Great Zangtar, the 'Blood Fist Clan' is a group of notorious beings!" His words sent the audience into a roar, "As one of the five great clans under the command of the Great Chief, they are not a good kind!"

Mogar stared at Grohl, who hung his head, and said word for word. "All the children who can't pass the 'Wolf Valley Trial' will be abandoned in the wilderness, all the seriously injured people will be killed on the spot, and all the old bones will be thrown into the cold wind to fend for themselves!"

Amid the gasps of the audience, Mogar continued: "In their eyes, there are never friends, no relatives, no brothers! It's not just the blood of the enemy!" he roared and pointed his one-handed axe at Grohl, "Am I right? Grohl! Don't tell me that you've turned into a so-called teammate in this 'Conviction Platform'!"

"The Lord God is above!who will believe you?hmm!" Mogar roared, "Except for that dizzy old thing willing to reforge your weapon, and who else in this gladiatorial arena will treat you like a teammate—"

Moment. The three of them in the lounge narrowed their eyes at the same time and stabbed their gaze at Mogal, and at the same time, a roar that almost broke the sound exploded from Groll's suddenly erect chest!

"Shut up!"

The roar of the orcs dispersed the whispers of the audience. His body trembled violently, and his eyes burned with rage under his long hair. "I come from the 'Blood Fist Clan', I never deny it, I was expelled from my homeland because of the evil deeds in your mouth......" The giant axe clenched tighter and tighter in his hand, and the red bronze axe body reverses a cold chill.

"But, you don't deserve to know what I've been going through. You are not qualified to understand the reason why I am standing here, standing on this battlefield, standing next to my teammates! In front of the ancestors-!" Grohl shouted, suddenly kicked the ground, and rushed forward, and the giant axe in the orc's hand slammed beside him as the audience watched! "I am guilty, but you have no right to judge me-!"

Under the thunderous roar, the "Firmament Break" exploded into a cloud of dusty smoke in the air, accompanied by the footsteps of Grohl bombarding the earth, countless earth and rocks rose from the ground behind him, were pulled, and converged on the orc's outstretched fists! More and more gathered, the combined gravel finally wrapped his fist and turned into two "stone fists"! Closer and closer, looking at the figure that also roared wildly, he smashed it with a punch!

"Come on, waste, come on!"

"Take your words back to me!"

The orange-red "lava" and the pitch-black "stone fist" collided again, and in the piercing roar, the rubble and fire flew in all directions, and the filing sound of metal and rock clashing together tore everyone's eardrums. As if in a frenzy, the two completely abandoned all defenses, and in the indomitable confrontation, they dismantled each other's attacks and hit each other's bodies.

Fist marks, axe marks, sparks, rubble, roars, blood...... Thick blood spots were thrown into the air, and the dense sound of hitting shook the dust and yellow sand under their feet!

The cold mangs flicked over, and the hot one-handed axe cut a long bloody hole in Grohl's chest, and the fist swung upward, and the stone fist blasted a noticeable depression in Mogal's right ribs. At the moment when Mogal's waist shrank, Grohl grabbed the back of the other party's head, pressed it suddenly, and with a muffled "bang", his suddenly raised knee was thrown from Mogal's nose into the sky with a puddle of blood.

Striding forward, Grohl raised his fist again and smashed it, but Mogar, who stopped his form, let out a bloody mouth and roared, slamming into the orc's chest. The two figures collided hard, and Grohl spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated, at this moment, the sound of breaking the air came with a roar, and he subconsciously propped up his arms, only to hear a cracking sound of "poof", and the hot axe blade cut his "stone fist", and in an instant, a dazzling blood line flowed down from Groll's falling arms.

Wheezing violently, the orc clenched his fists and stepped back, but Mogar's pursuit had no intention of stopping. "What's the matter! Miscellaneous, are you running out of earth!" Mogar's voice behind the swinging axe sent his supporters shouting louder, "!!Death to me!"

In the shadow of the axe falling from the sky, Grohl gritted his teeth and persevered, and no one knew better than him how far his 'power of the earth' had been consumed. He had never been afraid of death...... The continuous sparks pounded on the "stone fist" he was propping, and for some reason, at this moment of life and death, he remembered the first battle with Zal in the rainstorm, and then, after another rainstorm, the sentence seemed to be branded in his heart - teammate......

"Teamwork!" Grohl's whole body shook violently, and the "Stone Fist" that had been guarding against the vital point suddenly slashed out in spite of Mogal's attack. Then, he took a sharp step forward, exposing his entire upper body to the opponent's attack!

"Do you want to die! Fulfill you!" Mogar laughed wildly and swung two one-handed axes, looked at Grohl's shoulders, and slashed them together! But the moment the axe blade touched the other party's skin, Mogar saw the determination of death in Grohl's eyes, and a trace of murderous aura that was so calm that it made people's hearts palpitate.

"Wow!"

At the moment when the audience thought that the victory had been decided and Grohl's arms were abolished, a scene that surprised everyone appeared!

Mogal's twin axes went exactly into Groll's shoulder, but after only a few cuts, they were stuck in the muscles by the "stone armor" born on the orc's skin. The next moment, Grohl's resolute gaze pierced Mogal's pupils. "It's my turn!" After speaking, the orc picked up the "stone fist" and smashed it down with all his strength towards the opponent's arms!

"Click!"

The scalp-numbing sound exploded in the audience, and everyone was stunned!

The next moment, Mogar's screams blurted out. "Ahhhh

But before he could finish speaking, Grohl's fist choked the rest of his words into his throat. Blood foam flicked away from the orc's crooked face, and he staggered back a few steps, and when Mogar turned his gaze, all the blood on his face faded, as if he saw death coming.

"No, no......"

"Give me, die-!" Grohl hissed, and with a "boom", the stone fist exploded, and the fine dust recoalesced into shape in his hand—the rough grip, the copper-colored axe, the cold glittering barb, and the skill named "soul weapon".

"The sky?

"Boom!"

In the dense rain of mud and sand, Mogal's body was twisted out and split in two, until the moment he fell to the ground again, his eyes still didn't seem to be able to think that today was his end! )