When Gavincente took off Dragon-slaying Axe from his waist, Plugger could no longer maintain his calm posture. He stood up from his seat, and Vrykul The scene where imprisoned Gronn and fell to the ground made him feel numb. He was counting on Gronn to help him win third place!
If it were just scrapped...
Gronn is not dead. In fact, for creatures of this size, even fatal injuries can be recovered with enough food and a period of training. Their size is their biggest BUG.
A large depression once again appeared on the ground that had just been reinforced, but Doom's neck was broken. Although it was not dead, it was a pity that Gavincente did not intend to let it live. Although this savage creature brought him long-lost happiness, which was the happiness that he had never had since leaving Valarjar, the joy of fighting.
He got up from the ground and waved to the audience who were still shouting Valarjar. He also took off his deformed Helm and threw it in a random direction. As a result, it attracted a scramble from fanatical fans. That thing was definitely a treasure. It could only deform under the heavy blow of Gronn, which proved its material.
Although Vrykul and Helm are too big for ordinary people, the main thing is to take it back and modify it casually, and it will be a pair of armor that can be passed down to the family.
"If you defeat an opponent worth remembering, you have to take away a certain part of the opponent as a souvenir, usually the head. This is the tradition of Vrykul, Plugger, look, the guy raised his ax..."
Jorach Duke said something meaningful, Gnomes Warlock coughed, Staff in his hand lightly touched the ground, and the whole person turned into a shadow and disappeared into the stands.
"Hey, man, let's discuss something."
Gavincente raised Dragon-slaying Axe and was about to chop it down and take away his trophies when a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, "How about letting my poor Gronn go?"
Suddenly!
Vrykul's head turned to where Plugger was hiding. At this moment, Vrykul's expression was so ferocious that Warlock couldn't help but take a step back. Then he heard the fierce god respond with his mouth,
"You want to steal my spoils? The last guy who did this is living very well, and someone feeds him every day!"
Plugger said that this statement was a bit scary, so he hurriedly changed his statement.
"No! My consciousness is that we can exchange. You see, I have been hearing you talking about Valarjar. Although I don't know where it is, I believe that you are here with a certain mission. Do you need to promote Valarjar Renown? I can help you, and in one month, you can make this name resounding to the whole world!"
"Pfft!"
Gavincente chopped it down with an axe, blood splattered everywhere, then turned to Gnomes and showed a numb smile,
"Deal!"
Plugger and his Succubus were stunned. Ms. Manara dared to swear by the Elf Kael'thas that she had just slept with last week. This was definitely the craziest deal she had ever seen.
Warlock was even more crazy, he screamed,
"... Damn it! If you cut off its hand, it will reduce its Combat Strength by at least half! You Madmen!"
Gavincente held the huge Claws in his hand and mouthed nonchalantly,
"This is the trophy Ritual! This is the best part! You can't stop a Vrykul from pursuing the trophy! And listen to me, you little man who plays magic, you have no idea how powerful this thing is. Adding an iron hook will only make it more powerful. If you add searing magic, it will be even better. Its Claws is too blunt. Look, it can't even tear through my armor!"
Gnomes thought about it and it made sense, but looking at Doom with only one breath left, he also sighed,
"But it's dying... its bones are broken."
"It won't die, little man. I just realized it. 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, Plugger turned his head and glanced at the viewing platform, rolling his eyes a few times.
"... Sounds very good... I'm starting to like you, savage guy! And it seems that you have a lot of knowledge about these big guys. Is there a way to quickly restore it Combat Strength?"
Gavincente stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips,
"It depends on what price you can give."
While Gavincente and Plugger were talking about some secret transactions, Rehgar was also talking about strategies to his Gladiator.
Old Orc is sitting on a chair, L Varian and several people are standing beside him. Speaking of which, the relationship between Rehgar and L Varian is very strange. The two people are supposed to be slaves and Slave Master has a bad relationship. system, but after actually following Rehgar and Outland for nearly 3 years, L Varian discovered that this old Orc did not regard himself as a slave or worthless Gladiator.
He felt that the way 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 the original Combat Techniques sparse L Varian, old Orc was more like his Mentor, rather than his boss or master, and After he won the championship of Bloodmaul with Valeera and Bearhide, and watched the young Orcs pass the test of L Varian and take away Gorehowl, Rehgar, who had strong self-control, got drunk on a rare occasion.
"You will be my last and strongest student, and you will be the true champion!"
This is what Rehgar said personally to L Varian. L Varian is not stupid. He can hear Rehgar's intention to retire, but he just doesn't know why this old Orc would do this.
In short, Rehgar has a very good relationship with the three unruly guys in front of him. His cold eyes glanced at the three guys who were maintaining their weapons in front of him. Finally, he coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak,
"You have also seen the Vrykul battle scene... are you confident?"
Valeera was the first to put down Dagger. She frowned, "Where did this Vrykul come from? I've never heard of this guy before. Frankly speaking, seeing him defeat Gronn makes me a little less confident."
Bearhide raised his head and glanced at Valeera,
"Didn't we kill one last year?"
"That's different, Bearhide."
L Varian took over the conversation, put down the Longsword in his hand, and whispered, "What we killed was the young Gronn. Today's one is a real adult, and judging from the momentum and strength of that Vrykul, even you may not be able to withstand his frontal attack."
Rehgar's eyes lit up, and he knew that the strongest thing about L Varian was not his strength or his wildness, but his head. That was not the Wisdom that Warrior should have, but when the two were combined, the monster L Varian was born, as cunning as a wolf and as fierce as a wolf.
"So?"
Old Orc took the initiative to ask. L Varian put his hands together. After moving a few times, he looked at Rehgar.
"I need a shield, the best and hardest one. That Vrykul weapon is a bit strange. According to my observation, its power is increased based on the amount of Rage wrapped around it. We have all seen that once the Rage of Gavincente is fully charged, not even Gronn can break the Rage, so..."
"We have to defeat him when he's not at his most furious!"
Valeera took over what L Varian said, but after finishing speaking, she shook her head again,
"This is too difficult. For a warrior like him, it takes almost an instant to accumulate anger."
"So don't let him have Rage!"
L Varian turned back and looked at Bearhide. The background of this Archdruid was very mysterious. In most cases, he was in the form of a giant bear or cheetah, but L Varian knew that Bearhide knew a lot. This was a guy who kept his secrets well, so he asked directly,
"Bearhide, I remember that Druids have a spell that can calm people's minds... Can you do it?"
Druid didn't even raise his head,
"You are talking about Transcendence... I can, but it is a continuous spell that needs to be maintained, and if I face an opponent like Gavincente, I am not sure."
"You don't need to fight!"
L Varian gritted his teeth, "How long can it last at most?"
Bearhide then raised his head and glanced at L Varian. Seeing the determination in his eyes, he thought for a moment, "Three minutes is the limit."
Rehgar saw that L Varian had made his own arrangements. He did not interrupt again, but said very concisely,
"Plugger's Gronn is not useless. Remember, Gavincente's chest and left leg are injured. Your magic sword can break through his armor. L Varian, I know there is a wolf in your heart who likes to watch the scenery, but you can't show mercy this time!"
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, L Varian! This is the consequences of being soft-hearted! Gavincente A tiger that bleeds when touched, he doesn't need your mercy, remember?"
L Varian looked at old Orc and nodded solemnly. Just like old Orc, the scar that penetrated his face was also the result of a soft heart. Such a lesson is enough once.
Since it is the last afternoon of the Dire Maul gladiatorial competition, the bosses of Dark World generously asked the dining area to send delicious Lunch to every audience. This afternoon, the champion will appear, but before the finals, there is still a game to determine the third place.
It's Assassin's Alliance and the Grim Guzzler. Plugger has already pulled Gavincente to deal with its baby Gronn. It's not easy to equip this big guy with a sharp magic hook before the game starts. It's a simple thing, but thanks to the good relationship between Plugger and Emperor Thaurissan recently, before the start of the game, the iron hook that was just taken out from the Great Forge and still emitting high temperature was finally installed on the broken arm of Doom.
Gavincente gave Plugger a rare herbal medicine, which was "Stimulant" exclusively for use by Valarjar's Valarjar. It could greatly squeeze out the potential of Gronn, but after using it this time, Doom would have to go through a long period of cultivation before it could return to its peak state.
This is not a problem at all for Plugger. Even if Doom dies, he will only pay for the bet Sorrow he paid. Be careful, don't be deceived by Gnomes's kind appearance.
He is one of the bosses of Dark World. He deals with people like Kanrethad and Jorach. He has been sitting on the Grim Guzzler for nearly 30 years. There is no simple guy who can reach this position.
Kindness? How much is that thing worth?
L Varian, Valeera and Bearhide, who had eaten and drank enough, were also sitting in the final arena waiting for the game to start. Opposite them, Vrykul was sitting cross-legged on the ground, grabbing a roasted whole cow and eating and drinking. Behind him, from time to time, enthusiastic spectators would throw down some delicious food for him, and Gavincente would not refuse anyone who came.
Every Warrior should have a stomach like steel. Whether it is delicacies or raw meat, it should be easily digested. Every fight should have a dog's nose, which can easily distinguish the herbs mixed in the food. Every Warrior should have a pair of eyes like an eagle. If he does not have these, it means that he is not a qualified Warrior.
Obviously, Gavincente and L Varian are both qualified Warrior, so the eyes of the two people collided with each other at the next moment.
Vrykul thinks the opposite Black-haired Human is very interesting. That guy is very weak, but his instinct tells him that he is a dangerous opponent!
On the viewing platform, Anduin, who was still holding thick gauze in his hands, looked at L Varian, Jaina and Liadrin who were sitting on the playing field. He went to take care of Dick. No one around him had ever seen his father, but Little Prince had completely watched all the fights in the past few days. He had observed L Varian countless times.
The face in the memory, the hair and even the Common with a hint of Lordaeron accent when roaring, there was a voice in his heart telling him that that was his father!
No... not entirely.
Anduin's thoughts continued, but at the next moment, a wolf howled made him couldn't help but raise his head. Then, thousands of wolf howls sounded almost at the same time, as well as the sound of galloping. The barbaric and wild smell hit his face, and at this supposedly exciting moment, it was suddenly dyed into a veil of panic.
This sudden incident shocked everyone. Gurgo Suoke and Troll Wodin, who were standing at the highest point, could see the farthest. When they saw dense black wolves rushing over from all directions, Goblin could not help shouting in horror,
"Beast Tide!! No... it's Tide! Those beasts are crazy, the whole Feralas wolf is crazy!"
At this time, Velinde, who was taking care of the weak Dick, suddenly froze on the spot, and the water glass in his hand fell to the ground.
"What's wrong? Starsong."
Dick also heard the howling of those wolves. He immediately looked at Miss Night Elf. She was the only one here with the ability to summon wolves. Velinde didn't pay attention to the eyes of others. She looked at East in a daze.
"It's coming!"
"Who? Who's coming?"
"Goldrinn...Wolf God, here it comes! Come and find its Chosen."