Chapter 359

Kunlai mountain is the only mountain in pandaliya that rises high into the clouds. Its main peak is never-ending. The height of the peak can even reach the top three of the whole Azeroth mountain range. A large part of this mountain range is covered with snow, and it is rarely visited except for real travelers.

White Tiger Temple is located in the eastern foot of kunlai mountain. The main building is on the hillside. White tiger rarely goes out of the temple. It is said that this is related to its defeat to Thunder God, the tyrant of Mogu. It fought with the powerful Thunder God for one month in kunlai mountain and finally lost. Thunder god acknowledged its courage and strength and gave it a chance to surrender.

But xuenu refused, and the angry Thor sealed it in the White Tiger Temple. From then on, until the age of Mogu, xuenu squatted on the top of the white temple, quietly guarding the whole pandaliya, until today.

Among the four gods of heaven, xuenu is undoubtedly the most powerful. He suppresses the two evil spirits of anger and fury with his own strength. There has never been any problem in ten thousand years, which makes sifenggu, which is also under its jurisdiction, the most famous granary and peaceful place in pandaliya.

The best chefs of the whole continent gathered in the middle of the mountain to exchange their cooking skills, while the best farmers stood by and gave the best products of this rich land to chefs for food. The land here is so fertile that people can't believe it. Food and rice are almost cooked once a day, It is also because of the existence of sifenggu, which can harvest a crop every day, that panda talents in pandaliya have no worries about starvation and can be so peaceful in ten thousand years.

Of course, today's story has nothing to do with the mid levels.

Jiutanji is the last foothold of the land elite merchants between the plain area of kunlai mountain and Baihu temple. It is just at the foot of kunlai mountain, where the land elite merchants gather all the year round. Although the name of these unique creatures of pandaria also has the word "goblin", they are almost two completely different species from the goblin of Azeroth. The only similarity between them is that, They are very good at management.

Azeroth's business circle is almost monopolized by goblin consortia, and so is pandaliya's business circle. Landlords merchants are all over the mainland. Their caravan transports all materials from vegetables to military supplies. Sifenggu is their base camp.

Today, however, the Wine Fair has become a bit more lively, because many foreigners are here.

"Goraya, you lucky guy, I thought you died in that storm!"

A tall, full of more than 3 meters tall, Zandala Troll laughs and hugs with the old priest goraya. They look like good friends. This tall and strong Troll warrior is like the incarnation of the most perfect warrior. His muscles swell up and look like the most perfect divine creation.

Behind him is a red halberd engraved with Troll rune. His skin is purplish blue. On his face, he also wears a unique wooden mask of trolls, which seems to be a symbol of his identity. The mask of the troll warrior is decorated with gems and gold and silver. It looks gorgeous. There are two skeletons in the corner, which improves his fierce breath.

Behind him, a group of robust Troll warriors occupy most of the table in the wine circle. They are eating and drinking. The merchants of the land elite and the chefs of panda people walk around the table and deliver the wine from time to time.

These trolls from Zandala are rare civilized trolls. At least they know that they have to pay for food, and they seem to pay a lot. Otherwise, these land elite merchants who are as cunning as goblins can not be so hospitable.

"Ah, jarac, the most powerful warrior, I knew you would be safe!"

Goraya and the troll warrior named Jarak sat on a special big table. The table was full of various delicacies. The troll general took out his bone meat cutter, cut off half of a roast suckling pig and threw it to the pet lying behind him.

It's a real giant, a giant Triceratops that is rare in Azeroth. It's lying on the ground, about the same size as a giant dragon when it's resting. It has blue and white stripes all over its body, and thick horniness all over its body. Although it can't fly, no matter who sees it, he will believe that even if it's a real giant dragon on the ground, It's not going to be a match for this beast.

It is lying on the ground, wrapped in steel barbed hammer tail swing at will, behind it is a stone that has been smashed into powder and a huge depression, every time the drumstick tail shake, it is like the whole ground is shaking.

All over its body, these crazy trolls added heavy enchantment steel armor, and even the saddle on its back was made into a face opposite to a skeleton. It completely sacrificed all its comfort to transform the beast into a real war machine. It had two heavy attack hammers on both sides of its body, and was densely covered with spikes, It's impossible to imagine what a terrible scene it would be on the battlefield when this beast, weighing at least 5 tons, charged.

Finally, there is its head. Triceratops have a huge bone plate to protect their neck. On the edge of the bone plate of this beast named Helion, there are ten bone white fangs. In front of the bone plate, there are two straight forward angles of attack, which are 2 meters long, cone-shaped and straight. They are natural armour breaking weapons, as well as the sharp corners on the nose and the teeth in the mouth.

Like a file, when Jarak threw the roast suckling pig at it, the beast raised his head, bit it in his mouth accurately, and made a pleasant hum. With a flick of his tail, a huge stone was smashed into powder.

This is a monster!

I don't know where these trolls caught this horrible monster, and they also trained it to be a fighting beast. Zandala is indeed worthy of the most mysterious Troll inheritance. Darth dares to clap his chest and say that such a giant living only for war is definitely a one-sided massacre in the troll kingdom of thorn valley.

"We landed on the coast of this land."

Jarak said to goraya in a loud voice, "if it wasn't for my Helion's body against the leaning ship when the storm comes, I would be buried in the sea. You know, I never like water, don't you? High priest, we were all worried about the storm that swept your boat into the tide

The old Troll waved his hand and said slowly,

"It's luo'a's shelter. I landed at another place. I just had some trouble, and I also met an old friend. Come on, jarac, let me introduce you."

Goraya pointed his finger at the people sitting on the other side eating and drinking,

"That's my old friend's subordinate. Oh, there's a powerful soldier. Listen to me, jarac, that's a soldier you can't defeat. Loah told me that he comes from another mysterious place."

Hearing this, the eyes under the mask of the tall jarlac couldn't help looking at Gavin Sant, who smiles at the troll general, but the smile is full of ferocious meaning. Obviously, the old problem of the viku people has been made again. Seeing the powerful soldiers, he can't help but have a fight immediately.

The wills of two powerful soldiers collided in the air. The Dragon man sitting next to gavinsent felt the change of atmosphere. He twisted his neck uneasily and pulled demitil to the other side.

Darth was a little depressed. Originally, he was the most powerful fighter on Dick's side. But after gavinson came, his sense of existence was greatly reduced, but his depression was due to depression. Darth was a straightforward dragon man, and he knew he was not as good as the viku people. So at this time, what he had to do was not to pull the back legs of the viku people.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth under the troll general's mask. He picked up a jar of wine at his feet and threw it at gavindt,

"Hey, little man, buy you a drink!"

This wine jar is as big as three adults' heads. Under jarac's powerful force, he flew toward gavindt. The viku bared his teeth, spread out his left palm, raised his head on the front of the wine jar, turned around, removed the powerful force attached to the wine jar, and then put it on the ground.

Full of strength, it can't be used to relieve boredom any more!

The blood in his body is surging. He stands up, moves his fist, and his bones click. It's the instinct of the soldiers to complain to him, why there hasn't been a real fight for so long.

Vincent felt that his bones were going to rust, and he still remembered Lord Odin's advice that the troll was a very suitable person, but before that, he had to try his weight by himself.

"Come on, troll, let's fight! I'm a little sick of the scenery, now I need a good opponent! You will be a good opponent

"Roar!"

As soon as the troll warriors sitting in a circle saw that someone was going to challenge their leader, the invincible jarac was excited. They held up their wine glass and gave out a fanatical cry. With a wave of jarac's hand, the red halberd behind him fell into his hand. His ox head looked at goraya, and his eyes under the mask also had a sense of war,

"High priest, do you mind if I move my hands?"

Golaya twisted the pieces of fish on the table and chewed them in his mouth,

"Go ahead, that thing has already begun. The next thing to do is to wait and move your hands and feet."

Although jarac seems to be much stronger than goraya, his status is lower than goraya in Zandala's country. After goraya agreed, jarac was also a little excited. Pandaliya was good at everything, but the atmosphere was peaceful, which almost completely made him such a warrior.

So after meeting the same kind, there is a place to vent the depression.

Two people went to the grassland outside jiutanji. It was not suitable to grow crops in the area near kunlai mountain, so panda people left the wasteland here to be abandoned. There were grassland whirring by the wind on all sides. The heaven and earth became empty here, which was just suitable for the battlefield of competition.

"Bang"

Jarak's Halberd contacts the ground, and an impact type depression appears at his feet. The troll general puts the halberd there, moves his fist wrapped in steel, and looks down at gavindt,

"If you can't stand it, just stop. Your courage is commendable, little man, but I'm afraid to hurt you, so..."

"So you'd better take up your arms! Jalak, take this fight seriously. "

Gavindt reached out to take off the badge on his chest and left it to Darth. The height of the ordinary man expanded rapidly and finally reached the giant shape of 4 meters. The viku lowered his head, looked at the shocked Troll general, and looked at the giant Triceratops dozing in the wine collection.

He took his axe from his waist and shook his shoulder,

"Don't have pity, because I don't need pity."

"Don't hesitate, because I don't need to hesitate."

"You can let your dragon come with you, to try to beat me, to try to beat me!"

This arrogant voice made the trolls around hold their breath, and jarac's whole body was shaking, not because of fear, not because of anger, but because of excitement.

Which fighter doesn't want a real opponent?

Which fighter doesn't want to beat the stronger guy?

But before a long time ago, Zandala had no stronger guy than him. If invincible is loneliness, jarac has had enough of it. Now he yearns for blood to wake up sleeping bones, and yearns for the stimulation of passing death to remind himself that he is not strong enough. He needs to wake up himself.

Now it's time!

"Ah! Arrogance

The troll general pulled out his halberd, and the earth under his feet split inch by inch. His whole body was mixed with the sudden strong wind and turned into a strong wind. He dragged his halberd and ran into gavindt. At this moment, he felt that the soldier Jarak, who had knocked down countless people step by step in Zandala tribe, was back!

Instead of the general jalak, his eyes became wild again, his mind became firm again.

The bloody storm of body protection made him look like a devil climbing out of hell. The sudden strong wind disturbed the earth and made the hair of the onlookers blow back.

Everyone can't help but stop breathing at this moment to see what this shocking blow will look like.

"Arrogance

Jarac roared again, his halberd in the air turned a semicircle, and cut off his head at gavindt.

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the viku's mouth. He felt the wind in front of him. The handle of the Dragon chopper's keel slid in his palm, and his left hand lifted up. He accurately held up the chopping of the halberd. The sound of the sound of the steel can't help but cover his ears.

But jarac's wild, powerful blow was blocked.

The storm suddenly stopped in the same place. The viku's body was only slightly shaken, and then stabilized again. It was redder than the blood anger on jarac's body. A more dazzling light curtain appeared behind gavinson, accompanied by the voice of the viku people.

"Great momentum..."

"Bang!"

The viku's fists, like cannonballs, hit the troll's abdomen. Then he grabbed jarac's shoulder and threw his arms back. The tall, half giant Troll general was thrown out of his body because he couldn't even control his shaking.

The blow shattered all the pride of the God of war, and the more arrogant voice of the viku reverberated in my ears,

"But to win me... You have to be stronger!"