Azeroth Trail of Light

When Gavincent removed the Dragon Slashing Axe from his waist, Prager could no longer maintain that calm posture. He got up from his seat, and the Vykul restrained Gronn who fell to the ground. One scene made him a little scalp numb, and he also counted on this Goron to help him win third place!

If it's just scrapped like this...

Goronn did not die. In fact, for creatures of this size, even a fatal injury can be recovered with enough food and a period of self-cultivation. Their size is their biggest bug.

A large depression appeared again on the ground that had just been reinforced, but Dunn’s neck was broken. Although it was not dead, Gavincent didn’t plan to let it live anymore, even though the savage creature gave him It brought the long-lost happiness, which is the happiness that has never been since leaving Valarjar, the happiness of fighting.

He got up from the ground, waved at the audience who were still yelling Valarjar, and took off his deformed helmet, found a direction and threw it away. As a result, he attracted enthusiastic fans. Scramble, that thing is definitely a treasure, it can only deform under the heavy blow of Goron, which has proved its material.

Although the helmet of the Vrykul was too big for ordinary people, it was mainly taken back and changed casually, and it was a pair of armor that was enough to be heirloom.

"To defeat a memorable opponent, you must take away a certain part of the opponent as a memorial, usually the head. This is the tradition of the Vrykul, Prager, look, that guy raised his axe..."

Duke Qorazzi said meaningfully, the dwarf warlock coughed, and the staff in his hand lightly touched the ground, and the whole person turned into a shadow and disappeared from the stands.

"Hi, buddy, discuss something."

Gavincent raised the Dragon Chopping Axe and was about to chop it down, taking his trophy, when a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, "How about letting go of my poor Goron?"

suddenly!

The Vrykul's head turned to the place where Prag was hiding. At this moment, the Vrykul's expression was so hideous that the warlock couldn't help taking a step back, and then he heard the fierce **** respond with his mouth,

"Are you going to grab my trophy? The last guy who did this is doing well, and someone feeds him every day!"

Prager said that this statement was a bit scary, so he hurriedly changed his statement.

"No! My consciousness is that we can exchange. Look, I keep hearing you talking about Valarjar. Although I don’t know where it is, I believe that you are here with a certain mission. Yes, do you need to promote Valarjar’s reputation? I can help you, and in one month, this name can be heard throughout the world!"

"puff!"

Gavincent slashed down with an axe, blood splattered, and then turned his head to show a scalp-numbing smile at the dwarf.

"Deal!"

Prager and his succubus were stunned, and Miss Manara dared to swear by the elves she had just slept with last week, this was definitely the craziest deal she had ever seen.

The warlock was even more mad, he screamed,

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

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

"This is the spoils ceremony! This is the best part! You can't stop a Vrykul from pursuing spoils! And listen to me, the little man playing magic, you don't understand the real power of this thing at all. The iron hook will only make it stronger, and it will be even better if you add the burning magic. Its claws are too blunt, you see, it can't even tear my armor!"

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

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

"It won't die, little man. I just noticed that this creature is connected to the earth. As long as you give it enough food and a little 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 great... I'm starting to like you, barbaric guy! And it seems that you are very researched on these big guys. Is there a way to quickly restore combat effectiveness?"

Gavincent stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from his lips.

"It depends on what price you can give."

While Gavincent and Prager were talking about some dark deals, Regar was also talking about strategy to his gladiator.

The old orc sat on the chair, and several people from Lagosh stood beside him. Speaking of it, the relationship between Rega and Lagosh was strange. The two were supposed to be slaves and slave owners, but they really followed Rega After running in Outland for recent years, Lagosh discovered that this old orc did not regard himself as a slave or a worthless gladiator.

He felt that the old orc looked at his eyes, like he was looking at a sword, like a blacksmith looking at his own work, the most perfect work, and for Lagos, who had sparse combat skills, old The orc is more like his mentor than his boss or master, and after he took Valera and bear skins to win the blood mallet championship, and watched the young orc pass the test of Lagosh, After taking Gorehowl, Rega, who was very self-controlling, got drunk on a rare occasion.

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

This was what Rega had said to Lagosh himself. Lagosh was not stupid. He could hear Rega's retreat, but he didn't know why this old orc did it.

In short, Rega has a very good relationship with the three awkward guys in front of him. His cold eyes swept over the three guys who were maintaining weapons in front of him. Finally, he coughed slightly and spoke actively.

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

Valera was the first to put down the dagger, she frowned, "Where did this Vrykul come out? I haven't heard of this guy before. Frankly speaking, I saw him beat Nagron. , I’m a little lacking in confidence."

Bearskin raised his head and glanced at Valera.

"Didn't we also kill one last year?"

"That's different, bearskin."

Lagosh took the conversation, put down the long sword in his hand, and whispered, "We killed the young Goron. Today this is a real adult, and from the vigor and strength of the Vrykul Look, even you may not be able to withstand his frontal attack."

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

"So?"

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

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

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

Valera took Lagosh’s words, but after she finished speaking, 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 bear skin is a lot. The guy who doesn’t leak, so he asked directly,

"Bearskin, I remember the druids have a spell that calms the soul... will you?"

The druid did not lift his head either.

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

"You don't need to fight!"

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

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

Seeing that Lagosh had his own arrangements, Rega didn't interrupt any more, but said very concisely,

"Pragg’s Goron is not useless. Remember, Gavincent’s chest and left leg are injured. Your magic sword can break through his armor, Lagosh, I know you have a hidden one in your heart. The wolf who likes to watch the scenery, but can't show mercy this time!

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

"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 doesn't need your mercy, remember. ?"

Lagosh looked at the old orc and nodded solemnly. Like the old orc, the scar on his face that runs through his face is also a softhearted end. Such a lesson is enough for one time.

Since it was the last afternoon of the Hammer of Doom gladiatorial contest, the big guys in the dark world generously asked the eating area to send a delicious lunch to every audience. This afternoon, the champion will appear, but before the final, There is another game to be played to determine the third place.

It’s the Assassin’s League and the Black Iron Bar. Prager has already taken Gavincent to deal with its baby Goron. It’s not easy to put a sharp magic hook on this big guy before the game starts. However, thanks to the relatively good relationship between Prager and Thaurissan the great recently, before the start of the game, the iron hook that was just taken out of the forge and exuded high temperature was finally installed in Du Well on the broken arm.

Gavincent gave Prager a rare herb. It was a "stimulant" specially used by Valarjar’s heroes. It could squeeze the potential of Goron by a large margin, but after using it this time, Du Well, you have to go through a long period of cultivation to get back to its heyday.

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

He is one of the big guys in the dark world, and he deals with characters like Kanrezad and Jorazzy. He has been sitting in the black iron bar for recent years, and there is no simple guy who can achieve this position.

Kindness? How much is that thing worth?

Satiated Lagos, Valera and Bearskin also sat in the final game and waited for the game to start. Opposite them, the Vrykul sat cross-legged on the ground, grabbing a roasted whole cow and eating and drinking. Behind him, from time to time enthusiastic audiences threw down some delicious food for him, and Gavincent would not refuse to come.

Every fighter should have a steel-like stomach. Whether it is food or raw meat, it should be easily digested. Every battle should have a dog nose, which can easily distinguish the herbs mixed in the food. There should be a pair of eagle-like eyes, and the person who is looking at him is the first to spot, if there is no such, it means that he is not a qualified fighter.

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

The Vrykul thinks that the black-haired human opposite is very interesting, that guy is very weak, but instinctively tells him that it is a dangerous opponent!

On the viewing platform, Anduin, who was still holding the thick gauze in his hands, stared at Lagos sitting on the playing field in a daze. Jaina and Liadrin went to take care of Dick. Everyone around him I haven't seen 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 and hair in his memory were mixed with a lingua franca of Lordaeron accent when he roared, and there was a voice in his heart telling him that it was his father!

No... not all.

Anduin's thoughts continued, but the next moment, a wolf howl made him unable to help but raise his head, and then, thousands of wolf howls sounded almost at the same time, and the sound of rushing, that savage and wild taste At this exciting moment, he was abruptly dyed into a veil of horror.

This sudden incident shocked everyone. Standing on the highest point, Gulgo Sock and Troll Woody looked the farthest. When they saw dense black wolves rushing from all directions, the goblins were frightened. The voice couldn't help yelling,

"The tide of beasts!! No... it's the tide! Those beasts are crazy, the whole wolves in Feralas are crazy!"

At this time, Velind, who was taking care of the weak Dick, was suddenly stunned, and the water glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? Star Song."

Dick also heard the howls of the wolves. He looked at Miss Night Elf for the first time. Only she had the ability to summon wolves. Verinde didn't care about other people's gazes. She stared to the east in a daze.

"It's coming!"

"Who? Who is here?"

"Goldlin... Wolf God, it's here! To find its favored one."