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In the arena, the five tauren headed by Alistar have surrounded Dorn, eager to try.

"Moo!"

Alistar's bull-nosed squirt took the lead and launched an attack on Donne.

However, instead of using a hand axe to chop, he turned sideways and struck with powerful hooves. This was a brutal tauren collision!

The other tauren also attacked Dorn from all directions at this time.

The audience in the audience chanted for this scene, most of them were yelling for Alistar, only Old Chitz and Mavericks Bain glanced slightly sympathetically.

Almost everyone thought that Dorn would quickly lose out in the crowd of five impenetrable crowds.

But then, something unexpected happened to everyone.

I saw that the human outlander was not in a hurry in the face of pincers, and a thick and unknown black air quickly swept from his body!

These black auras are so thick that if they are substantial, they carry an indescribable sense of horror. Just looking at them will make you feel palpitation.

Before the audience could react to what happened, this terrifying black air haunted the five tauren who charged.

Alista, who was the head of the group, fell to the ground softly after being entangled by the black air. First, he sat on the ground with his butt heavily, and then his sturdy body was completely flat on the ground.

The fate of the other four elite tauren is almost the same as that of Alistar, except for the different postures of falling to the ground.

"Alista, beat him! Alista! Ali...?"

The tauren who worshiped Alistar were still chanting the names of idols.

But in the next second, the brave and invincible idol in their minds fell to the ground in full view, life and death unknown.

He didn't even touch the outsider!

According to the rules of [Blood and Horn], anyone who fell to the ground and couldn't afford it was sentenced to be out.

In other words, Alistar, who was placed high hopes by the tauren people, fell at the beginning of the first round of the [Blood and Horn] battle...

This sudden change caused a weird change in the atmosphere of the entire arena.

At this moment, the old chiefs and shamans who were closest to the battlefield in the auditorium could clearly see the situation on the court more closely.

They noticed that after being attacked by the black air and falling to the ground, the five Alistas had obvious breathing rhythms in their abdomen.

That shows that their current situation should be in a coma and there is no worry about their lives.

"Drowsy black air?" The old chief, the shaman, and the tauren Elder stared at each other, and Dorn's display of strength surprised them.

But at the same time of surprise, there was light flashing in the slightly muddy eyes of the chief and shaman.

The eyes of the Elders at Donne also turned into approval and affirmation.

This amazing ability!

This outsider named Donne may really be worthy of the race to bet!

The psychological activities of Dorn on the field are not as rich as the audience.

In his opinion, using the skills of [Dream Practitioner] to play the effect of [入梦] plus [weaving dreams], falling asleep five tauren at the same time is almost a certainty.

There is no possibility of failure.

These tauren who only practice bulk but don't practice Mental Energy, don't sleep too easily!

In one breath [into a dream] all five of them didn't feel the pressure on Mental Energy, it's not a waste of money at all!

Dorn looked at the five tauren who fell on the ground, and then at the other fighters still fighting in the arena.

It seems that a lot of fighters' attention has been shifted to own, and he is eager to try.

Which also includes Benissa.

Tauren has always been unafraid of powerful enemies, but powerful enemies can arouse their desire to challenge even more.

"Forgive me, don't all come at me." Donn noticed the changes in the eyes of everyone watching him, and he gave a big grin and shrugged his shoulders.

At this time, the black energy surrounding Alista and others had not completely dissipated.

Dorn launched the third effect of [Dream Practitioner], [Walking and Dreaming].

The outline of his body quickly fainted, turning into a part of the majestic black energy, and then bursting like a diffuse, haunting the five Alista's heads, and finally disappeared.

"Gone? He entered Alistar's body?" Benissa, who had witnessed all this, couldn't calm down.

What kind of weird existence is this young man who entered the ruins with his father?

...

Although Donne did a big job for the audience in the first time the melee started. But as he turned into black energy and disappeared, the battle and melee continued.

Only at this time, the shouts in the audience were not as enthusiastic and loud as they were at first.

The fighting fighters didn't seem to be in their best competitive state.

The melee came to an end, accompanied by Benissa swiftly knocking down the last enemy with an axe.

In the entire arena, only the last eight people remained standing.

In the past, when this situation occurred, it represented the end of the first round of [Blood and Horn] competition, and the remaining eight players would be shortlisted for the second round of the one-on-one match.

But this time, the audience did not cheer for the finale.

The nerves of the eight fighters were still tense and not relaxed.

Everyone has the same doubt in their hearts-where is the outsider?

Perhaps in response to everyone's expectations, Dorn, who had swept a whole round in the tauren dreamland, finally made a move.

Around the five sleeping tauren, the huge black energy was once again condensed.

These thick and terrifying unknowns continue to rotate and converge, and finally transform into a human form to outline the outline of Donne's body.

The remaining eight fighters tightened their weapons, and the audience in the audience finally stopped holding their breath and was silent, but talked a lot, with shouts and boos.

However, Donne himself didn't care much about all this.

He raised his hand and randomly selected a tauren fighter who stood closest to him: "Sorry, I declare in advance that I am not targeting you. Then go to sleep, baby cow."

The black energy surged, and the tauren who had been locked by Dorn fell down and sank into a dream.

[Blood and Horn]'s first round of melee, this really ended.

The seven tauren who were still able to stand had complex expressions, and the audience in the audience was thunderous.

Among them, there are those who regard Donne as a strong man and cheer and worship.

There were also people who were dissatisfied with his fighting style, yelling and grumbling with "moo-moo-".

Don didn't know whether the tauren's moo carried linguistic meaning.

But if anything, he thinks these tauren should be shouting, [rnm, refund! ], [Alista, are you worthy of us! ]some type of……

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