Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 327: Human or Warcraft?

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? In the most honorable box in the center of the round arena, Moran pushed open the box door and walked in. ""

"Grandpa..." Looking at the old man sitting in the center, Moran yelled sweetly.

An old orc man sat in it, his face wrinkled, his eyelids almost pulled down, his figure was very thin, like a gust of wind could blow down.

Just such an old orc is no different from an ordinary old orc. Just looking at his appearance, no one can imagine that he is the beast **** of the orc clan, and the power of God's Domain is stronger.

Looking at Moran coming in, Rijia raised his eyelids slightly, and said with a smile, "Oh, who am I? Turns out it is my lovely little granddaughter here!"

Under Lijia, there is a middle-aged man sitting. He is the current emperor of the orc empire-Saramon. In the orc empire, a country where the strong is respected, his strength is It must not go anywhere. In fact, Saramon is a strong man in the sanctuary, he is a warlord from the Panshi tribe.

Unlike humans, the orc’s national emperor is not hereditary, but the strongest in the golden family. According to the tradition of the orcs, even the beast **** Riga cannot intervene.

In the box, in addition to the Beast King, there are several ministers of the orc palace, all of whom have good strength.

Saramon naturally knew Moran, he smiled, and pointed to a chair next to Lijia, "Moran's niece is here, sit down!"

"No, Uncle Saramon, I just stand and help Grandpa squeeze his neck!"

Knowing that Grandpa's neck is always sore, Moran hurriedly walked behind him and squeezed it gently.

"Well! My granddaughter wins my heart!" Lijia smiled, like a kind old man, he leaned comfortably on the chair and narrowed his eyes.

Enjoying Moran's gentle kneading, he sighed, "Hey, I'm old... People get sick when they get old, Saramon, if I were your age, I don't know how good my body is. ! Eat three buckets of rice every day..."

For Saramon, the beast king, Lijia called his name directly, and Saramon didn't feel anything wrong. The beast **** Lijia has a special status in the orc family.

"Hehe, how can I compare to Liga..."

Salamon’s eyes flashed with a look of convincing, “I think that when Liga was still a strong man in the sanctuary, he used his own force to slash and slay the deep sea of ​​the sanctuary that was devastating on the east coast. Giant Snake, at that time, I was just an ordinary great master, if I want to say, the strength of the people is still the same..."

"How much do you mention about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds? Now it is the world of young people!" Li Jia said with a smile.

"Haha!" Saramon smiled, as if thinking of something, he glanced at Moran and said, "By the way, I heard that Moran's niece's thorn flower tribe also participated in the competition. What's the matter?"

Moran smiled and said, "Looking at the emperor's forgetfulness, our Thorn Flower Tribe competes every time, but we didn't win the ranking!"

"Indeed!" Speaking of rankings, Saramon nodded in sympathy, "The current young and strong battles have completely changed. The top three of several consecutive sessions were basically taken over by the Warcraft family. The genius and powerhouse of our orcs clan-Zhe, barely ranked fifth, and is also the only young powerhouse of our orcs clan who can be ranked in the top five..."

It is the name of the orcs. He was among the top five of the orcs in the previous session. This time he once again represented the orcs in the Stormrage Tribe. His profession is the wind knight.

Speaking of this, Saramon smiled a little embarrassedly, "Li Jiaren, to be honest, this time change of age is also for him. He was 21 years old last year, and this year is just 25 years old, barely reaching Eligibility to participate! Otherwise, this time our orcs might not even have the only top five!"

"Not bad!" Lijia nodded, "However, the situation in this session is more severe than in previous sessions. As far as I know, many high-ranking races from the Warcraft clan came to participate in this session..."

"Yes! Saramon nodded," Several higher races of beasts came this time, such as the poisonous manticore clan and the Beamon clan. "

"The poisonous manticore family is here?" Lijia was a little surprised. He pondered and said slowly, "It is true that the natural racial talents of the Beast family are beyond our reach, but since we were born in this world , You must have the courage to catch up. In my opinion, their failure to beat World of Warcraft does not mean anything, only that they are not working hard enough..."

Pause for a while, Rijia glanced at Saramon and continued, "The World of Warcraft has swept the top five. This is their ability. Saramon, you changed your age to participate in the competition. Is it a bit too nervous? "

"Yes...the Liga people have taught you a good lesson!" Saramon heard it, cold sweat broke out, "I'm just worried that the top five orcs of our clan will be taken over by the clan of beasts. Change the age back, change it back..."

"Hehe, he is fifth in the previous year, but it does not mean that he is also fifth in this year! The variables are very big..." Li Jia smiled and waved his hand generously, "As for changing the age, that No need! Just do whatever you want?"

"Yes, my lord!" Saramon said with a salute.

"By the way, what kind of strong have your Thorn Flower Clan dispatched this year?" At this time, Lijia turned to Moran and asked.

Moran has been listening attentively to the conversation between the two, and even the holding hands stopped unknowingly.

"Hehe, grandpa, this year my Thorn Flower Tribe will send you a strong man who will definitely surprise you..." Moran said with a smile, with a hint of sly in her eyes.

"Hehe, grandpa is waiting!" Lijia smiled very cheerfully.

……

"The next battle, contestant No. 98 is ready..." A rough voice sounded at the meeting.

"It's my turn..."

Ron took a deep breath and stood up, his eyes gleaming with great confidence.

A human waiter led him, walking along the long corridor to the end, where the contestants prepared.

There, Ron saw Hamm unexpectedly, and saw that Hamm lost the vigorous demeanor he had just now, and wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Hamm!" Ron stepped forward, said hello, smiled and asked, "How about? Did you pass the qualifiers?"

"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 peak race among the monsters-the poisonous manticore!" Hamm spread his hands and made a helpless expression, "you said Can such a battle be fought? If I really want to start, I guess I was killed by him before I even said the word "surrender"!"

"So I'm very wise. After he appeared on the field, I immediately abstained and couldn't stay on the field for a quarter of an hour!" Hamm said, "The others are also good, and seem to know that I won't fight him. , The body directly appeared!"

"Isn't it?" Ron couldn't laugh or cry. "He asked you to abstain, and you said he was good?"

Ham gave Ron a strange look. "Ron, you don’t know. Some monsters are very bloodthirsty and insidious. He deliberately doesn’t show up and seduces you as a human being. Once you decide to fight, you’ll change immediately. The cost body instantly kills you, making you too late to say the word "surrender", and some even fight you with a human body, even if he kills you, you don't know that he is a monster..."

"Is there such a thing?" Ron sweated profusely, and it turned out that there were sinister "beasts" in the beasts.

"Ron No. 98, please come over here!"

At this moment, a voice interrupted their conversation, and saw a human waiter sticking a head out from the door of the room, waving his hand to let him in.

"Heh-you are going to take the age test, and you are ready to play when you are done. Good luck!" Hamm said with a smile.

"Okay!" Ron nodded, "Good luck to you too!"

"I won't have any good luck!" Hamm said with a wry smile, "His grandma, I won the lottery, I met Warcraft in the first game!"

He spat fiercely and walked away cursingly.

Ron walked into the room and saw an old orc sitting on a chair. In front of him, there was a strange thing like a magic circle that was constantly running.

"Come here, stand in the middle!" The old orc said coldly, pointing to the magic circle-like thing.

Looking at the magic circle and confirming that there was no danger, Ron stood up.

The old orc closed his eyes and said after a while, "Well, I'm only 18 years old, yes, I can participate in the competition!"

The orc old man's expression softened.

Only then did Ron know that this magic circle-like thing actually measures age. It's no wonder that Shao Qiangzhan strictly controls age.

"Put your space bag and other items into that cabinet. Except for weapons and armor, you are not allowed to bring anything on the field!"

The old orc man pointed to the cabinet and said.

Moran told him about this, Ron didn't think much, put the space bag he carried with him into the cabinet, and walked out the door with the rod of legend.

A dazzling sunlight came, Ron stretched out his hand to block it slightly, settled, and slowly walked into the court.

The contestants came out, and for a while, the whole arena cheered. The warm atmosphere on the scene made Ron feel passionate.

In the middle of the arena, there are two people standing, one of them is an orc, he is wearing a referee's costume, the other is a human, wearing light armor, is also his opponent in this game, Ron glanced at him , I feel that the other party should be older than him.

"The rules are clear, right? Although it is a battle of life and death, I hope that the two sides of the match will not maliciously kill their opponents, but should allow the opponents to abstain, admit defeat and surrender, you know?"

The orc referee said blankly, that the same words have been repeated many times this day.

As soon as the voice fell, the human teenager said arrogantly, "Boy, you should give up as soon as possible, I'm a Warcraft Wind Wolf, and I will beat you to the north..."

Ron was startled, "Are you a Warcraft?"

"Yes!" The young man smiled mysteriously, "I heard that you humans like to try your luck in the battle between young and strong. I hope that you will meet a weak opponent who is also a human. Hehe, I will not give you this opportunity !"

He lightly licked his lips, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I won't change my body to show you now. It's easy to know that I am a monster or a human being, 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 to pieces instantly before you say "give up", you can figure it out... …"

The boy said quietly.

At this moment, Ron was silent, and he frowned.

This is a gambling game. Is this young man in front of him a human? Or Warcraft?

The orc referee also turned around and asked blankly, "Ron, do you decide to fight? Or abstain?" Please go to "" for the first release without ads.

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