In the most prestigious box in the center of the circular arena, Moran pushed open the door of the box and walked in.
"Grandpa..." Looking at the old man sitting in the center, Moran called out sweetly.
An old orc man sat in it, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyelids were almost pulled down, his figure was very thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
Just such an old orc man is no different from an ordinary orc old man. Just looking at his appearance, no one would imagine that he is the beast god of the orc clan, the strongest in the God Realm.
Seeing Moran come in, Lijia raised his eyelids slightly, and said with a smile, "Oh, who am I to know? So it's my cute little granddaughter!"
At the lower head of Lijia, there is a middle-aged man. He is the current emperor of the Orc Empire—Salamon. Where to go, in fact, Salamon is a strong man in the sanctuary, he is a war saint from the Panshi tribe.
Unlike humans, the king of the orcs is not hereditary, but the strongest member of the Golden Family. According to the tradition of the orcs, even the beast god Lijia cannot intervene.
In the box, apart from the Beast Emperor, there are also several ministers from the Beastman Palace, all of whom have impressive strength.
Salamon naturally knew Moran, he smiled, pointed to a chair next to Lijia and said, "Niece Moran is here, sit down!"
"No need, Uncle Salamon, I'll just stand and pinch Grandpa's neck!"
Knowing that Grandpa's neck was always sore, Moran quickly walked behind him and pinched it gently.
"Hmm! My granddaughter is the one who wins my heart!" Li Jia smiled, like a kind old man, leaning comfortably on the chair, narrowing his eyes.
Enjoying Moran's gentle kneading, Lijia sighed, "Hey, I'm getting old... people have more problems when they are old, Salamon, if I were at your age, I would be in good health! I eat it every day Three buckets of rice…”
Salamon, the Beast Emperor, did not feel anything wrong when Lijia called him by his first name. The beast god Lijia had a special status in the orc clan.
"Hehe, how can I compare to Lord Ricard..."
A look of admiration flashed in Salamon's eyes, "I think back when Lord Liga was still a strong man in the sanctuary, he used his own power to kill the monster deep sea snake that was wreaking havoc on the east coast. At that time, I was just an ordinary Grand Master. If you want me to say it, Master Li Jia is still as powerful as before... "
"Is there any need to mention these old millet and rotten sesame seeds? Now it's the world of young people!" Li Jia said with a smile.
"Hehe!" Salamon smiled, as if remembering something, he glanced at Moran and said, "By the way, I heard that Moran's niece's tattoo tribe also participated in the competition, is there such a thing? "
Moran said with a smile, "Seeing how forgetful the emperor is, our tattooed flower tribe has participated in every competition, but we just didn't get the ranking!"
"Indeed!" When it came to the ranking, Salamon nodded sympathetically, "The current battle of the few strong players has completely changed. The top three in several consecutive sessions were basically taken by the Warcraft Clan. Last year, our Beast Clan The talented and strong man among them—Zhu, barely ranked fifth, and he is also the only young strong man of our orc clan who can rank in the top five... "
Zhu is the name of the orc. He was in the top five of the last orc. This time he once again represented the orc clan Stormrage Tribe. His profession is the wind knight.
Speaking of this, Salamon smiled awkwardly, "Master Liga, to be honest, this time the age change is also for him. He was 21 years old last year, and he is just 25 years old this year. He barely qualified for the competition." ! Otherwise, this time our orc clan may not even have the only top five!"
"That's right!" Lijia nodded, "However, the situation this year is more serious than previous ones. As far as I know, there are many high-level races in this year's World of Warcraft..."
"Yes!" Salamon nodded, "Several higher races of Warcraft have come this year, such as the Manticore family, the Beamon family, etc."
"The scorpion lion clan is here too?" Lijia was a little surprised, he pondered for a while, and said slowly, "Indeed, the innate racial talent of the monster clan is beyond our orcs' reach, but since we were born in this world, we must Have the courage to catch up, in my opinion, it doesn't mean that they can't beat the monsters, it just means that they haven't worked hard enough... "
Pausing for a moment, Lijia glanced at Salamon and continued, "The Warcraft clan won the top five. This is their ability. Salamon, you changed the age to let them compete one by one. Are you a little nervous?"
"Yes... Master Liga taught me a lesson!" Salamon broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that, "I'm just worried that the top five of our orc clan will be taken over by the Warcraft clan. It's just a shame. I will definitely change my age back next time. , change it back..."
"Hehe, he was fifth last year, but it doesn't mean he is also fifth this year! There are a lot of variables..." Li Jia smiled and waved his hands generously, "As for changing the age, there is no need! Let's do whatever we want?"
"Yes, my lord!" Salamon saluted and said.
"By the way, what kind of strong man did your tattooed clan send this year?" At this time, Li Jia turned to Moran and asked.
Moran had been listening attentively to the conversation between the two, and even the clasped hands stopped unconsciously.
"Hehe, grandpa, the strong men sent by my tattooed flower tribe this year will definitely surprise you..." Moran said with a smile, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"Hehe, grandpa is waiting!" Li Jia smiled very brightly.
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"The next battle, contestant No. 98 is ready..." A rough voice sounded from the conference.
"It's my turn..."
Ron took a deep breath and stood up, his eyes gleaming with great confidence.
A human waiter led him along the long corridor to the end, where the contestants were prepared.
There, Ron saw Ham by accident, and saw that Ham lost his vigorous demeanor just now, and was wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant.
"Ham!" Ron stepped forward, greeted him, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Have you passed the preliminary round?"
"Oh, don't mention it!" Hamm sighed, "My luck is very bad!"
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Unfortunately, my opponent in the qualifiers is a monster, and it is also the pinnacle race among monsters - the manticore!" Hamm spread his hands and made a helpless expression, "You said that such a battle can Fight? If you really want to fight, I guess I will be killed by him before I even say the word 'surrender'!"
"So I was very wise. After he showed his true body after playing, I immediately abstained and I couldn't stay on the court for a quarter of an hour!" Hamm said, "He is also good. He seems to know that I will not fight against him, so he will show up directly. Out of the body!"
"Isn't it?" Ron didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "He asked you to abstain, and you still said he was good?"
Hamm gave Ron a strange look, "Ron, you don't know, some monsters are very bloodthirsty and sinister. He deliberately doesn't show his body and seduces you as a human. Once you decide to fight, he will immediately become the body instantly." Kill you instantly, so that you don't even have time to say the word 'surrender', and some even use human bodies to fight you, even if he kills you, you don't know that he is a monster... "
"Is there such a thing?" Ron sweated profusely when he heard it, and it turned out that there were also sinister "beasts" among the monsters.
"No. 98 Ron, please come here!"
At this time, a voice interrupted their conversation, and a human waiter stuck his head out from the door of the room and waved him in.
"Heh - you're going to have an age test, and you're ready to play when you're done, good luck!" Hamm said with a smile.
"Okay!" Ron nodded, "Good luck to you too!"
"I won't have good luck!" Hamm said with a wry smile. "His grandma, I won the lottery. I met a monster in the first match!"
He spat hard, cursed and walked away.
Ron walked into the room and saw an old orc man sitting on a chair. In front of him, there was a strange thing like a magic circle, which was constantly running.
"Come here, stand in the middle!" The orc old man pointed to the thing that looked like a magic circle and said coldly.
After looking at the magic circle and confirming that there was no danger, Ron stood on it.
The orc old man closed his eyes and said after a while, "Well, I'm only eighteen years old, not bad, I can participate in the competition!"
The face of the orc old man softened a little.
It was only then that Ron realized that this magic circle-like thing was actually used to measure age, and it was no wonder that Shao Qiangzhan strictly controlled his age.
"Put your space bag and other items on your body into that cabinet. Except for weapons and armor, you are not allowed to bring anything to the field!"
The orc old man pointed to the cabinet and said.
Moran told him about this, and Ron didn't think much about it. He put the interspatial bag with him into the cabinet, and walked out the door with only the legendary staff.
A burst of dazzling sunlight came, and Ron stretched out his hand to slightly block it, collected himself, and slowly walked into the field.
The contestants came out, and for a moment, the whole arena cheered, and the warm atmosphere made Ron's blood boil.
In the middle of the arena, there were two people standing, one of them was an orc, he was wearing a referee's costume, and the other was a human, wearing light armor, and he was also his opponent in this match. Ron glanced at him and felt that the opponent should be older than him.
"The rules are clear, right? Although it is a life-and-death battle, I hope that both sides of the competition will not maliciously kill the opponent. The opponent should be allowed to abstain, admit defeat and surrender, understand?"
The orc referee said with a blank face, this day, the same words have been repeated countless times.
As soon as the voice fell, the human youth said arrogantly, "Boy, you should abstain as soon as possible. I am a monster wind wolf. I will beat you so hard that you can't find your way..."
Ron was taken aback, "Are you a monster?"
"That's right!" The young man smiled mysteriously, "I heard that you humans like to take chances when you participate in the less powerful battle, and hope that you will meet a weak opponent who is also a human being. Hehe, I will not give you such a chance!"
He licked his lips lightly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I won't show you my real body now, you have to know that I am a monster or a human being is also very simple, one word - bet..."
"Either, you choose to abstain now, or you choose to fight, but if you make a wrong bet, my wind blade will tear you into pieces before you say 'admit defeat', you can figure it out..."
The boy said slowly.
This time, Ron was silent, and he frowned.
This is a gamble, is this young man human? Or Warcraft
The orc referee also turned around and asked blankly, "Contestant Ron, do you decide to fight? Or abstain?"