Chapter 328

When gavindt released the Dragon chopping axe from his waist, Prager could no longer maintain his calm posture. He stood up from his seat. The scene that the viku imprisoned goron and fell to the ground made him feel numb. He expected goron to help him win the third place!

If it's abandoned like this

Goron is not dead. In fact, for creatures of this size, even if they are fatally injured, they only need enough food and a period of cultivation to recover. Their size is their biggest bug.

There was a big depression again on the ground that had just been reinforced, but Dunn's neck was broken. Although it was not dead, it was a pity that gavindt did not intend to let it live. Although this savage creature brought him the joy that he had not seen for a long time, the joy that he had never had since he left varagal, the joy of fighting.

He got up from the ground and waved to the audience who were still shouting varagal. He also took off his deformed helmet and lost it in a random direction. As a result, it attracted the fierce competition of fans. It is absolutely a treasure. It can only be deformed under the heavy blow of goron, which has proved its material quality.

Although the viku helmets are too big for ordinary people, they are mainly taken back and changed casually, which is a pair of armor enough for family.

"To defeat a memorable opponent, you have to take a part of the opponent as a memorial, usually the head. This is the tradition of the viku people. Prager, look, that guy raised his axe..."

Prince jorazi said with some meaning. The dwarf warlock coughed. His staff touched the ground slightly, and the whole person turned into a shadow and disappeared in the stands.

"Hey, man, let's talk about something."

Gavindt raised his dragon chopping axe and was about to cut it down and take away his booty when a voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "how about leaving my poor goron alone?"

Suddenly!

The head of the viku turned to Prager's hiding place. At this moment, the warlock stepped back because of the ferocious expression of the viku. Then he heard the ferocious God respond with his mouth,

"You want my booty? The last guy who did this did a good job. He was fed every day

Prager said it was a bit scary, so he quickly changed it,

"No! My consciousness is that we can exchange. You see, I've heard you talking about walagal all the time. Although I don't know where it is, I believe that you are here with a certain mission. Do you need to publicize the prestige of walagal? I can help you. In a month, I can make this name resound all over the world

"Poof!"

Gavindt cut it down with an axe and spattered blood. Then he turned his head and gave the dwarf a numbing smile,

"Deal!"

Prag and his demons were stunned, and miss Manara dared to swear by the elf Kaizi she had just slept with last week that this was definitely the craziest deal she had ever seen.

The warlock was even more crazy. He screamed,

"... hell! You cut off its hand, which will reduce its combat power by at least half! You lunatic

Gavin sent the huge paw in his hand and said with a nonchalant mouth,

"This is a trophy ceremony! This is the best part! You can't stop a viku from pursuing booty! And listen to me, little man playing magic, you don't understand the real strength of this thing. Installing a hook will only make it stronger. If you add the burning magic, it will be even better. Its claws are too blunt. You see, it can't even tear off my armor! "

The dwarf thought about it, which was quite reasonable, but seeing that Dunn had only one breath left, he sighed,

"But it's dying... It's broken."

"It won't die, little man. I just realized that this creature is connected with the earth. As long as we give it enough food and a little healing magic, it will continue to fight soon."

When he heard this, Prager turned his head to look at the platform and turned his eyes a few times,

"... sounds great... I'm starting to like you, savage! And it seems that you have a lot of research on these big guys. Do you have a way to make them recover quickly? "

Gavindt put out his tongue and licked the blood of his lips,

"It depends on what price you can give."

Just as Gavin Sant and Prager talk about some dark deals, regor is also talking about strategy to his Gladiator.

The old Orc sat on the chair, and ragosh stood beside him. He said that the relationship between leiga and ragosh was very strange. They were supposed to be the bad relationship between slaves and slave owners, but after running with leiga in Outland for nearly three years, ragosh found that the old Orc did not regard himself as a slave or a worthless Gladiator.

He felt that the way the old Orc looked at himself was like looking at a sword, like a blacksmith looking at his own work, the most perfect work. For ragosh, who was sparsely skilled in war at the beginning, the old ORC was more like his mentor than his boss or master, and he won the champion of the blood hammer with Valera and bearskin, And watching the young Orc pass the test of ragosh, after taking the blood roar, the self-control strong Reggae was rarely drunk.

"You will be my last and most powerful student, you will be the real champion!"

This is what leiga said to ragosh himself. Ragosh is not stupid. He can hear the meaning of leiga's seclusion, but he doesn't know why the old Orc did it.

In a word, regor had a good relationship with the three recalcitrant guys in front of him. His cold eyes swept over the three guys who were maintaining their weapons. Finally, he coughed and spoke,

"You've also seen the scene of the viku fighting... Are you confident?"

Valera was the first to drop the dagger, and she frowned. "Where did this viku come from? I've never heard of this guy before. To be honest, I'm not confident to see him beat nagorn. "

Bearskin looked up at Valera,

"Didn't we kill one last year?"

"That's different, bearskin."

Ragosh took the conversation, put down the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "we killed the young goron. Today, this is a real adult, and judging from the momentum and strength of the viku, even you may not be able to withstand his frontal attack."

As soon as Reggae's eyes brightened, he knew that ragosh's strongest strength was not his strength and his wildness, but his head, which was not the wisdom that a soldier should have. However, when the two were combined, ragosh was born. He was as cunning as a wolf and as fierce as a wolf.

"So?"

The old Orc asked. Ragosh put his hands together. After a few moves, he looked at reggae,

"I need a shield, the best and the hardest one. The weapon of the viku is a little strange. According to my observation, its power is enhanced according to the amount of entangled anger. We all see that even goron can't break the anger once Gavin Sant's anger is full, so..."

"We have to beat him when he is not in his rage!"

Varela took over Lagos, but then she shook her head,

"It's too hard. For a soldier like him, it's almost a moment to accumulate anger."

"So don't let him be angry!"

Ragosh looked back and looked at the bearskin. The background of this big Druid is very mysterious. In most cases, he is in the form of a giant bear or a cheetah. But ragosh knew that there would be a lot of bearskin. This is a guy who can't hide, so he asked directly,

"Bearskin, I remember the druids have a kind of magic that can calm people's mind... Would you?"

The Druid didn't look up,

"You're talking about detachment... I will, but it's a persistent spell that needs to be maintained, and I'm not sure if it's against an opponent like gavinson."

"You don't need to fight!"

Ragosh gritted his teeth. "How long will it last at most?"

Bearskin then looked up at ragosh. Seeing the firmness in his eyes, he thought, "three minutes, the limit."

Leiga saw that ragosh had his own arrangement. He didn't cut in any more, but said very succinctly,

"Plage's goron is not good for nothing. Remember, Gavin Sant has injuries to his chest and left leg. Your magic sword can break his armor. Ragosh, I know that there is a wolf in your heart who likes to watch the scenery, but this time, I can't be merciful!"

The old Orc pointed to the scar on his face and said one at a time,

"I'll get you the shield you want, but remember, ragosh! This is the end of soft hearted! Gavindt is a tiger that will bleed when it touches. He doesn't need your pity. Remember

Ragosh looked at the old Orc and nodded solemnly. Like the old orc, the scar that runs through his face is also a soft end. Such a lesson is enough once.

It's the last afternoon of the hammer of doom competition, so the big guys in the dark world generously let the catering area bring delicious lunch to every audience. This afternoon, the champion will appear, but before the final, there is a game to decide the third place.

It's the assassin League and the black iron bar. Prager has already taken gavindt to deal with his baby goron. It's not easy to install a sharp magic hook for this group before the game starts. However, thanks to the good relationship between Prager and sorison, before the game starts, The hook, which had just been taken out of the forge and was still emitting high temperature, was finally installed on Dunn's broken arm.

Gavin sent Prager a rare herbal medicine, which is a "stimulant" specially used for vallagar's spirits. It can greatly squeeze goron's potential, but after this use, Dunn will have to go through a long period of cultivation to return to his prime.

This is not a problem at all for Prager. Even if Dunn is dead, he will only grieve for his bet. Pay attention not to be cheated by the dwarf's kind appearance.

He is one of the big men in the dark world. He deals with people like canrysad and jorazi. He has been sitting in the black iron bar for nearly 30 years. There is no simple guy who can do this.

good? How much is that worth?

Ragosh, Varela and bearskin, who are full of food and drink, are also sitting in the final arena, waiting for the start of the game. Opposite them, the viku are sitting cross legged on the ground, grabbing a roasted whole cow to eat and drink. Behind him, from time to time, there are enthusiastic audiences throwing down some delicious food for him, and gavinson is not refusing.

Every soldier should have a steel like stomach, whether it's delicious food or raw meat, which can be easily digested. Every battle should have a dog nose, which can easily distinguish the mixed herbs in the food. Every soldier should have the same eyes as eagles, and find the person who looks at him for the first time, It means that he is not a qualified soldier.

Obviously, gavindt and ragosh are both qualified fighters, so their eyes collide in the next moment.

The viku thought the dark haired man opposite was very interesting. The guy was very weak, but his instinct told him that he was a dangerous opponent!

On the platform, Anduin, with thick gauze in his hands, is absorbed in watching ragosh sitting on the competition field. Gianna and lyadeline go to take care of Dick. No one around him has seen his father, but the little prince has watched all the fights in these days, and he has observed ragosh countless times.

The face, hair and even the roar in his memory were mixed with a common language of Lordaeron accent. There was a voice in his heart telling him that it was his father!

No, not all.

Anduin's thinking continued, but at the next moment, a wolf howl made him raise his head. Then, tens of thousands of wolf howls sounded almost at the same time, and there was a galloping sound. The wild and wild smell came to his face. At this supposed exciting moment, it was dyed into a layer of panic veil.

This sudden event startled everyone. Gulgo Sok and woody, who were standing on the top of the mountain, could see the furthest. When they saw the dense black wolves coming from all directions, the goblin's frightened voice could not help shouting,

"Animal tide!! No, it's the wave! The beasts are mad, and the whole wolf of philas is mad

At this time, Willard, who is taking care of the weak Dick, suddenly froze in the same place, and her water cup also fell to the ground,

"What's the matter? Star song. "

Dick also heard the howling of the wolves. He looked at miss night elf for the first time. She was the only one who had the ability to summon the wolves. Willard didn't care about other people's eyes. She looked to the East.

"It's coming!"

"Who? Who's here? "

"Godlin... Wolf God, it's coming! To find its dependents. "