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Full text without advertising?Orc Imperial Capital, Zuma City. (The text was first published in the reading room biquge.info

Perhaps because of the lack of strong battles, Zuma City is more lively than usual, and the bustling streets are filled with elites of all ethnic groups from all over the world, and there are many young faces on the streets, their faces are full of vitality, with a little bit of courage that the calf is not afraid of tigers.

Perhaps because of the popularity brought by the Shaoqiang War, the intention of the shops is also three or four percent higher than usual.

A large round gladiatorial arena stands in the center of Zuma City, which has been a landmark in Zuma City for thousands of years, and has also been the venue for the death battles of the young powerhouses of the Orc Empire.

The whole round gladiatorial arena is full of the thick atmosphere of history, although it has been renovated many times, but the gladiatorial arena is still mottled, it has witnessed countless battles, survival and death, despair and glory, and the tragicomedy of one scene after another is grandly staged here.

The blood of the orcs is full of the factor of fighting, and the saliva of the big arena is to satisfy the glory in the hearts of the orcs, the glory that belongs to the strong, on the field, they can get a qiē, cheers, applause, fame, honor, money, people, power......

This is different from humans, whose nobles often send samurai to duel with each other, but most of them do it for fun.

Of course, this glory of the strong does not belong only to orcs, all races are coming to participate, including Warcraft and elves, as long as you are under the age of twenty-five, you can participate in this glorious battle.

In a box in the Colosseum, this is the place where you can enjoy the best games, of course, this box is not something that ordinary people can sit in, even if they are rich, but this is not difficult for the eldest sister of the golden family Moran among the orcs.

Moran sat there with Ron, Iron Mountain, Aojiao and others, except for Moran, the other three were the contestants this time. There were three other people, Raindrop, Kaye and Basara, who were not qualified to sit here, but at Ron's insistence, Moran could only accept it.

"Brother Ron, you, many—" Raindrop leaned on the railing and looked out, today she was wearing a light purple dress, very cute, her face was full of excitement, and there was a little bit of innocence, and Basara was also dressed in a festive costume.

Ron was also there looking, from top to bottom, the Colosseum was in full view, in the players' lounge, he saw a lot of young powerhouses, many of them were young and already had good strength, seeing this scene Ron couldn't help but marvel, there are still a lot of geniuses in this world.

At this time, Moran pushed open the door of the box and came in, glanced at everyone and said, "Ron, Iron Mountain, Proud Horn, I have already signed up for you, and later, you will go to the preliminaries, you know?"

"And the preliminaries?" Ron frowned.

"Of course, there are so many people who have signed up!" Mo Lan glanced at him and said loudly, "You are all young powerhouses in a hundred, don't follow me and you can't even pass the preliminaries!"

"Of course that's impossible!" said Arrogant as he sat on the side, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and said proudly, this is the treatment only in the VIP box, his eyes glancing at Basara and the raindrops on the side, and only after Ron's unemotional gaze swept in, did he retract a little.

"I hope so!" Moran nodded, "I won't sit here, grandpa is here, I'm going to accompany him......" She glanced at Ron and reminded, "Ron, cherish the opportunity!"

"Got it!" Ron said with an expressionless face, he knew that the grandfather in Moran's mouth was the god of war of the Minotaur clan.

Moran nodded and turned to leave.

With a hint of worry in her eyes, Basara walked up to Ron and whispered, "Ron, although this battle is a battle to the death, you can surrender in the field, if you can't fight, don't force ......."

"No!" Ron shook his head and said quietly, "Basara, do you think I still have a choice?"

"This—" Basara was momentarily speechless.

Ron knew very well that this young battle was his last chance, and if he surrendered, it would be no different from dying in battle, and the Orc Empire could no longer tolerate him.

Rather than surrender and be executed by Moran, it is better to fight hard, which is a decision that Ron has made before he comes.

"Knock knock—" After a while, the attendant of the Colosseum knocked on the door and entered.

"May I ask who is Ronxian, Iron Mountain and Arrogant Horn?"

After the three of them answered, the waiter took out a sign from his arms, "This is your number plate, please take it, report to the competition office in a while, and participate in the qualifiers......"

The three of Ron each took their own signs, of which Iron Mountain was No. 16, Ron was No. 98, and Proud was No. 156.

"Brother Ron, come on!" said Raindrop.

"Ron, don't die!" Basara said worriedly.

"I hope you come back in the rankings!" Kaye said.

With everyone's encouragement and blessings, Ron left the box and went to the game area.

In the box, Ron arrives with the contestants who are with him. There were a lot of players in the preliminaries, and Ron's number was at the back, and it was his turn to play, so he could only wait quietly.

Outside, there were bursts of cheers, exclamations and applause, and the atmosphere was very intense.

"The battle must be exciting...... Ron thought to himself.

Ron would have loved to watch them fight if he could, but he was a fighter and had to stay in the players' lounge.

Waiting is the most boring, and Ron can't help but be stunned.

However, from the sound outside, the game went on very quickly, and it should be his turn before long.

"Hey, brother, a few words?" At this moment, a young human swordsman approached with a smile and greeted him.

"You!" Ron nodded politely.

"You, my name is Hamm......" the human swordsman named Hamm introduced himself and sat down beside him,

He took a closer look at Ron, then smiled, "You're human too?"

"Yes!" Ron replied with a nod.

"Oh, yes, I'm human too!" Hamm rejoiced, as if opening up a conversation, "You're here to try your luck, too?"

"Luck?" Ron felt a little strange in his heart, the battle of the young strong is a battle to the death, and there is such a thing as luck?

"Big brother, what's that luck all about?" said Ron, humbling.

"Hehe, haven't you heard of it?" Hamm was a little proud, "I'm a good person, so I'll sue you......"

"Based on my experience from participating in two battles, it is actually a battle of chance, because it is a random draw and free pairing, and you don't know who your opponent is before the match, so it is all up ......to luck to meet any opponent," Hamm explained.

"I see...... Ron nodded, "If you run into a weak opponent, it will be easy to get through the preliminaries!"

"Not bad!" Hamm said excitedly, "if I'm lucky, I'll always run into weak opponents, then I'll be ......"

"Ron, do you know? There was once a human being, because of luck, he actually rushed to the top ten, the top ten, ah......" The reward for the top ten is also very considerable, Hamm's eyes showed a blazing color, but he knew in his heart that with his strength, it was impossible for Gen to reach the top ten.

Ron frowned, "According to you, is it only a matter of luck for humans to rush to the top ten?

"Humans rush to the top ten with their strength?" Hamm gave Ron a stunned look, "Brother, you don't have a fever, do you? ”

Hamm is definitely authentic.

Ron frowned, "Isn't there a strong man with high strength among the human race?"

"Of course, there are strong people among the human race!" Hamm said with a smile, "but Brother Ron, don't forget what kind of competition this is, this is a competition that only teenagers can participate in, and the age limit is twenty-three...... No...... At twenty-five years old this year, do you think that with our human talents, it is possible to defeat those races that are extremely perverted at the same age?"

"In the previous Shaoqiang War, the top ten rankings were monopolized by the Warcraft, Orcs and Elves clans, in fact, the Shaoqiang War is the stage for their high-level races to perform, we humans, hehe, the roots are not in the ......stream," Hamm said self-deprecatingly.

"Those talented magical beasts, some of them are master-level powerhouses all of a sudden, do you think we humans can compare with them?"

Ron was silent, he knew that Hamm was the truth.

He pointed to the large group of humans participating in the competition in front of him, and said softly, "Ron, you don't have so many humans who signed up, in fact, they are just like me, they are all here to try their luck, I can bet with you, as long as those guys are orcs or monsters, they will immediately abstain, and they won't even play the game, believe it or not......"

Ron suddenly realized, no wonder the game went so fast, it turned out that they all abstained.

"Hehe, of course, sometimes it's unlucky, and in the qualifiers, I ran into a showdown between Warcraft and Warcraft, and it would be exciting......" Hamm was leisurely fascinated, "I have to last be a two-headed Warcraft that can completely win the top three in the Shaoqiang War, and launched a thrilling decisive battle in the preliminaries, one of which was defeated and withdrew from the competition, so that the top ten positions are vacant again......"

"If you run into humans, in this case, the chances of getting the ranking will be greatly increased!" Hamm smiled, "but overall, the top ten is still possible, the top five is impossible, no matter how lucky you are, you still need some strength ......"

Ron finally got some common sense of the format, and there were some things that Morlangan hadn't talked to him about.

"By the way, Brother Ron, what is your profession?" Hamm asked with a smile, his profession unresonating from Ron's attire.

"I'm a necromancer!"

“......”

Hamm was speechless for a while, thinking that today is a strange sight, and the necromancer who can't even be beaten by ordinary humans actually came to participate in the Shaoqiang War? and wants to try his luck? Isn't it just to show his face in front of everyone's face?

At this time, a voice rang out in the venue.

"Now please enter player No. 13 and player No. 167 ......"

"It's my turn!" Hamm stood up, and Ron reached his hand with a number plate with the word "167" in his hand.

"Hopefully I'll be lucky, don't run into those perverted races, and the first round of qualifiers will be eliminated!" Hamm said with a wry smile.

Ron also got up and nodded, "Come on!"

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