Azeroth Trail of Light

When Gavincent untied the dragon ax from his waist, Prager could no longer maintain that calm posture. He stood up from his seat, and the Vrykul imprisoned Goron and fell to the ground. This scene made his scalp tingle, and he still counted on this Goron to help him win the third place!

If it were to be abolished...

Gron is not dead. In fact, for creatures of this size, even fatal injuries can be recovered with enough food and a period of cultivation. Their size is their biggest bug.

A large depression appeared on the ground that had just been reinforced, but Dunn's neck was broken, although it was not dead, it is a pity that Gavincent did not intend to let it live, even though this savage creature gave him It brought the long-lost happiness, the happiness that has never been seen since leaving Valagarh, the joy of fighting.

He got up from the ground, waved to the audience who were still shouting Valagar, took off his deformed helmet, and threw it in a random direction, which attracted enthusiastic fans. Fighting, that thing is definitely a treasure. It can only be deformed under the heavy blow of Goron, which has proved its material.

Although the helmet of the vrykul is too big for ordinary people, if you take it back and modify it casually, it will be a pair of armor that can be passed down to your family.

"To defeat a memorable opponent is to take some part of the opponent as a souvenir, usually the head. This is a vrykul tradition, Prag, and look, the guy raised the ax..."

Duke Chorazi said something meaningful, and the dwarf warlock coughed, and lightly tapped the staff in his hand on the ground, and his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared into the stands.

"Hey buddy, let's discuss something."

Gavincent raised the dragon-slaying ax and was about to chop it down and take away his spoils when a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, "How about letting my poor Gron go?"

suddenly!

The Vrykul's head turned to Prager's hiding place. At this moment, the Vrykul's expression was so ferocious that Warlock couldn't help but take a step back, and then he heard the fierce god respond with a mouth shape,

"You want to grab my booty? The last guy who did this is alive and well, and someone feeds him every day!"

Prager said that statement was a bit scary, so he hastily changed it,

"No! My consciousness is that we can exchange. You see, I keep hearing you talking about Valagarh. Although I don't know where it is, I believe that you are here on a mission. Yes, do you need to promote the prestige of Valagall? I can help you, and within a month, you can make this name resound throughout the world!"

"puff!"

Gavincent slashed down with an axe, blood spattered everywhere, then turned his head and showed a scalp-numbing smile to the dwarf,

"make a deal!"

Prager and his succubus were dumbfounded, and Miss Manara would swear on the genie she had slept with just last week that this was the craziest deal she had ever seen.

The Warlock was even more frantic, he screamed,

"...Damn! You cut off its hand, which will reduce its combat effectiveness by at least half! You crazy!"

Gavincent held the huge claw in his hand, and mouthed nonchalantly,

"It's the loot ritual! That's the best part! You can't stop a vrykul from questing for loot! And listen to me, little magician, you don't know how powerful this thing really is, pretend The iron hook only makes it stronger, and it would be even better with searing magic, its claws are so blunt, you see, it can't even tear my armor!"

The dwarf thought for a while, and it made sense, but seeing that Du En had only one breath left, he also sighed,

"But it's dying...bones are broken."

"It won't die, little man. I just realized that this creature is connected to the earth. As long as you give it enough food and some healing magic, it will be able to continue fighting soon."

Hearing this, Prager turned his head and glanced at the viewing platform, his eyes rolled a few times,

"...Sounds good...I'm starting to like you, savage guy! And it seems that you have a lot of research on these big guys. Is there a way to make it recover quickly?"

Gavincent stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his lips,

"It depends on what price you can give."

While Gavincent and Prager were discussing some secret deals, Rhaegar was also discussing strategies with his gladiators.

The old orc sat on a chair, and several people from Lagosh stood beside him. Speaking of which, the relationship between Rhaegar and Lagosh was very strange. The two were supposed to have a bad relationship between slaves and slave owners, but they really followed Rhaegar After running in Outland for nearly three years, Lagosh 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 him was like looking at a sword, like a blacksmith looking at his own work, the most perfect work, and for Lagosh, who had few combat skills back then, the old The orc was more his mentor than his boss or master, and after he won the Bloodmaul Championship with Valeera and Bearskin and watched the young orc pass the test of Lagosh, After taking away Gorehowl, Rhaegar, who had strong self-control, got drunk on that rare occasion.

"You will be my last and strongest student, and you will be the true champion!"

This is what Rhaegar said to Lagosh himself. Lagosh is not stupid. He can hear Rhaegar's intention of retiring, but he doesn't know why the old orc did this.

In short, Lei Jia has a very good relationship with the three unruly guys in front of him. His cold eyes swept over the three guys who were maintaining their weapons, and finally coughed lightly, and opened his mouth,

"You also saw the scene of the Vrykul fighting... Are you confident?"

Valeira was the first to put down the dagger, and she frowned, "Where did this Vrykul come from? I have never heard of this guy before. Frankly speaking, seeing him defeat the Gronn , I'm a little less confident."

Bearskin raised his head and glanced at Valeera,

"Didn't we kill one last year?"

"That's different, Bearskin."

Lagosh took over the conversation, put down the long sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "We killed the juvenile Gron, today this one is a real adult, and from the momentum and strength of that Vrykul Let’s see, even you may not be able to withstand his frontal attack.”

Rhaegar's eyes lit up, he knew that the strongest thing about Lagosh was not his strength and wildness, but his head, which was not the wisdom a warrior should have, but when the two were combined, a Lagosh, this freak, is as cunning as a wolf and as fierce as a wolf.

"so what?"

The old orc took the initiative to ask, Lagosh put his hands together, and after a few moves, he looked at Rhaegar,

"I need a shield, the best and hardest kind. The Vrykul's weapon is a bit strange. According to my observation, its power is improved according to the amount of entangled anger. We have all seen it. Once Gavin Sente's anger is full, and even Gorron can't break the anger, so..."

"We have to defeat him when he is not the most furious!"

Valeera took over Lagosh's words, but when she finished, she shook her head again,

"It's too difficult. For a fighter like him, accumulating anger is almost an instant thing."

"So don't make him angry!"

Lagosh turned his head and looked at the bear skin. The background of this archdruid is very mysterious. In most cases, he is in the form of a giant bear or a cheetah, but Lagosh knows that there are many bear skins. No leak guy, so he asked directly,

"Bearskin, I remember that druids have a spell that can calm people's mind...do you know it?"

The druid didn't look up,

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

"You don't need to fight!"

Lagosh gritted his teeth, "How long can it last at most?"

Bearpi raised his head and glanced at Lagosh. Seeing the firmness in his eyes, he thought for a while, "Three minutes, the limit."

Rega saw that Lagosh had his own arrangements, so he didn't intervene, but said very succinctly,

"Plager's Gron is not useless, remember, Gavincent's chest and left leg are injured, your magic sword can break through his armor, Lagosh, I know there is a hole in your heart A wolf who likes to look at the scenery, but this time he can't show mercy!"

The old orc pointed to the scar on his face, and said one after another,

"I will help you find the shield you want, but remember, Lagosh! This is the end of a soft heart! Gavincent is a tiger that bleeds when touched, he does not need your pity, remember ?"

Lagosh looked at the old orc and nodded solemnly. Like the old orc, the scar on his face that ran through his face was also a soft-hearted end. This kind of lesson, once is enough.

Since it is the last afternoon of the Dire Hammer gladiatorial contest, the bigwigs from the dark world generously let the eating area deliver a delicious lunch to every audience. This afternoon, the champion will appear, but before the final, There is still a match to decide the third place.

It's the League of Assassins and the Black Iron Bar, Prager has already pulled Gavincent to deal with its baby Goron, and it's not an easy task to put a sharp magic iron hook on this big guy before the game starts However, thanks to the recent good relationship between Prager and Emperor Thaurissan, before the start of the game, the iron hook that was just taken out of the big forge and was still exuding high temperature was finally installed in Du En's severed arm.

Gavincent gave Prager a rare herb, which is a "stimulant" specially used by the heroic spirits of Valagall, which can greatly squeeze the potential of Gron, but after using it this time, Du En will have to go through a long period of self-cultivation to return to its full glory.

This is not a problem for Prager at all. Even if Dunn dies, he will only be sad for the bet he paid. Be careful, don't be fooled by this dwarf's kind appearance.

He is one of the bigwigs in the dark world, and he deals with people like Kanresad and Jollach. He has owned the Black Iron Bar for nearly 30 years. There is no simple guy who can hold this position.

Kind? How much is that thing worth?

After eating and drinking, Lagosh, Valeera and Bearpier also sat in the final arena and waited for the match to start. Opposite them, the Vrykul sat cross-legged on the ground, eating and drinking with a whole roasted cow. , Behind him, from time to time, enthusiastic audiences would throw down some delicious food for him, and Vincent would not refuse any of them.

Every soldier should have a stomach like steel, whether it is food or raw meat, it should be easy to digest, every battle should have a dog's nose, which can easily distinguish the mixed herbs in the food, every soldier, There should be a pair of eagle-like eyes, the first time to find the person staring at him, if he doesn't have these, it means that he is not a qualified fighter.

Obviously, both Gavincent and Lagosh were qualified fighters, so the eyes of the two collided in the next moment.

The vrykul found the black-haired human opposite very interesting, that guy was weak, but his instinct told him that he was a dangerous opponent!

On the viewing platform, Anduin, who was still holding thick gauze in his hands, looked at Lagosh sitting on the field in a daze. Jaina and Liadrin went to take care of Dick, and everyone around him He has never met his father, but the little prince has watched all the gladiatorial fights in the past few days. He has observed Lagosh countless times.

The face, the hair, and even the common tongue with a Lordaeron accent mixed with the growl in his memory, there was a voice in his heart telling him that it was his father!

No... not quite.

Anduin's thoughts continued, but at the next moment, he couldn't help raising his head when he heard a howl of wolves. Then, thousands of howls sounded almost simultaneously, and there was also the sound of galloping, the barbaric and wild smell Blowing towards the face, at this moment that should have been exciting, it was forcibly dyed with a veil of horror.

This unexpected incident startled everyone. Gurgo Sock and the troll Woody, who stood at the highest point, saw the furthest. When they saw densely packed black wolves rushing from all directions, the goblin was terrified. The voice couldn't help shouting,

"Beast tide!! No...it's a wave! Those beasts are crazy, all the wolves in Feralas are crazy!"

At this time, Velinde, who was taking care of the weak Dick, suddenly froze in place, and the water glass in her hand fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? Xingge."

Dick also heard those wolves howling, and he immediately looked at the night elf lady, only she had the ability to summon wolves here, Velinde didn't care about other people's eyes, she stared straight east in a daze.

"It's coming!"

"Who? Who's here?"

"Goldrinn... Wolf God, it's here! Come to find its favored one."

Today I will push another book again, "Kingdom Bloodline" by Dirty Sword. The spiritual world needs a little bit of excitement, so this book is something you can't miss, especially the author, Diu Jian, that was a legend in the fantasy crowd back then, a legend that never falls~