Cataclysmic Transformation

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? The orc capital, Zuma City. 《》

Perhaps it was because of the less powerful war, Zuma City was more lively than usual. On the bustling streets, the elites of all ethnic groups from all over the place filled the streets, and there were many young faces on the streets, and their faces were full of vitality. , Brought a little calf not afraid of tiger's courage.

Perhaps because of the popularity of the Shaoqiang battle, the store's intentions are also 30% to 40% higher than usual.

A round big arena stands in the center of Zuma City. This is the iconic building in Zuma City for thousands of years, and it is also the venue for the death battles of the young orcs of the orc empire.

The entire round big arena is full of history. Although it has been renovated many times, the arena is still mottled. It has witnessed countless battles in the years, and it has survived and died, despair and glory, scene after scene. Sad comedy is staged here.

The blood of the orc is full of fighting factors. The saliva of the big arena is to satisfy the glory in the heart of the orc, the glory that belongs to the strong. On the field, they can get everything, cheers, applause, fame, honor, money , People, power ...

This is different from humans. Human nobles often send warriors to fight duels, but most of their purpose is for fun.

Of course, the glory of this strong man does not belong to the orcs alone. All races are included, including Warcraft and Elves. As long as you are under 25 years old, you can participate in this glorious battle.

In a box in the big arena, this is the place where you can enjoy the most exciting games. Of course, this box is not for ordinary people to sit in, even if it is rich, but it is not a gold family among the orcs. Sister Lan was not difficult.

Moran sat there with Ron, Iron Mountain, Proud Horn and others. Apart from Moran, the other three were the contestants. There are three others, Raindrops, Kay and Basara, who are not eligible to sit here, but with Ron ’s insistence, Moran can only accept.

"Brother Ron, you, many people--" Raindrops was lying on the railing and looking out. Today she was wearing a light purple skirt, she was very cute, her face was full of excitement, and she also showed a trace of innocence. , Basara also put on a festive costume.

Ron also looked there, from top to bottom, the Big Colosseum had a panoramic view. In the player's lounge, he saw many young strong men, and many people were already young with great strength, see Ron couldn't help but marvel at this scene, there are still many geniuses in this world.

At this time, Moran pushed open the door of the box and came in and glanced at everyone, "Ron, Iron Mountain, and Proud Horn, I have already signed up for you, and you will go to the preliminaries in a moment, you know?"

"Are there preliminary matches?" Ron frowned.

"Of course, there are so many people signing up!" Moran glanced at him, and said loudly, "You are all one-of-a-kind juvenile strongmen, don't even pass me the preliminaries!"

"Of course it is impossible!" Ao Jiao sat on the side, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and proudly said that this was the treatment that was only available in the VIP box. His eyes flicked sideways to Basara and the raindrops. After Ron glanced away without any emotion, he calmed down.

"I hope so!" Moran nodded. "I won't sit here anymore. Grandpa is here. I'm going to accompany him ..." She glanced at Ron and reminded, "Ron, cherish the opportunity!"

"Got it!" Ron said with a blank expression. He knew that the grandfather in Moran's mouth was the **** of war of the Tauren family.

Moran nodded and turned away.

There was a slight worry in Basara's eyes. She walked to Ron and said softly, "Ron, although this battle is a deadly battle, you can surrender in the field. If you can't fight, don't force it ... … "

"No!" Ron shook his head and said quietly, "Basara, do you think I still have a choice?"

"This--" Basara was speechless for a moment.

Ron knew very well that this less powerful fight was his last chance. If he surrendered, it would be no different from the death of the war. The orc empire could no longer tolerate him.

Rather than surrender and be executed by Moran, it's better to take a stroke. This is the decision that Ron had made before coming.

"Boom Boom Boom--" Soon, the waiter of the Big Colosseum knocked on the door and entered.

"Which one is Ron Xian, Tie Shan Xian and Aojiao Xian?"

After the three of them answered, the waiter took a sign from his arms, "This is your number plate, please take it, report to the competition office in a moment, and participate in the qualifier ..."

The three of Ron each received their own brands, of which Tieshan was No. 16, Ron was No. 98, and Proud Horn was No. 156.

"Brother Ron, come on!" Rain said.

"Ron, don't die!" Basara said worriedly.

"I hope you get a place back!" Kay said.

With everyone's encouragement and blessings, Ron left the box and went to the game.

In the box, Ron arrived at the contestant with him. There are a lot of players in the preliminaries. Ron's number is in the back, and it is his turn to play. He can only wait quietly.

In the big arena outside, cheers, exclamations and applause continued, and the atmosphere was very intense.

"The battle must be wonderful ..." Ron thought to himself.

If possible, Ron really wanted to watch their fight, but he was a player and could only stay in the player's lounge.

Waiting is the most boring, Ron could not help but start to stay.

But from the outside sound, the game is going very fast, and it should be his turn later.

"Hey, brother, just a few words?" At this moment, a young human swordsman approached with a smile and greeted him.

"You!" Ron nodded politely.

"You, my name is Ham ..." The human swordsman named Ham introduced himself and sat down beside him.

He took a closer look at Ron, then smiled, "Are you human too?"

"Yes!" Ron nodded.

"Oh, yes, I'm human too!" Ham cheered up, as if opening the chatterbox, "Are you here to try your luck?"

"Try your luck?" Ron felt a little strange in his mind. Shaoqiang was a battle of death. Is there any luck?

"This elder brother, what happened to that luck?" Ron humbled.

"Oh, haven't you heard it?" Ham was somewhat proud, "I'm a good person, let me tell you ..."

"Based on my experience of participating in two Shaoqiang battles, Shaoqiang battles are actually a battle of luck. Because it is a random match, you do n’t know your roots before the game. Who is the opponent, so it is all luck to meet any opponent ... "Ham explained.

"It turns out that ..." Ron nodded. "If you run into a weak opponent, it's easy to pass the preliminaries!"

"Not bad!" Ham said with excitement. "If I'm lucky, I've always run into weak opponents, then I'm developed ..."

"Ron, did you know? There were people who once rushed into the top ten because of luck, the top ten ..." The reward of the top ten was also very impressive, and the eyes of Ham showed a fiery color. However, he knew clearly that with his strength, the root could not reach the top ten.

Ron frowned, "As you do, does humanity rush into the top ten, can it only be a matter of luck? Didn't it rush into the top ten because of strength?"

"Humanity rushes into the top ten?" Ham gave Ron a look of dismay. "Brother, don't you have a fever? How can human strength rush into the top ten? Unless you are lucky."

Ham must be authentic.

Ron frowned. "Aren't there human beings who are super powerful?"

"Of course, there are strong men among humans!" Ham smiled. "But Brother Ron, don't forget what kind of competition this is. This is a less powerful competition. Only young people can participate in the competition. The age is limited to 20. Three ... No ... At the age of twenty-five, do you think that with our human talents, is it possible to defeat races that are extremely perverted at the same age? "

"The previous top ten rankings were monopolized by the Warcraft, Orcs, and Elves. In fact, Shaoqiang is the stage of their high-level performances. Are we humans? tunnel.

"Those highly talented Warcraft, some of them are master-level strong, do you think that we humans can compare with them?"

Ron was silent, he knew that Ham was the truth.

He pointed to a large group of humans in front of the competition and said softly, "Ron, you do n’t have so many humans who signed up. In fact, they are like me, they are all for luck, I can bet with you, those As long as one of his opponents is an orc or Warcraft, he immediately abstains, not even playing the game, believe it or not ... "

Ron suddenly realized this, no wonder the game was going so fast, he had abstained.

"Oh, of course, sometimes I'm out of luck, and I met a match between Warcraft and Warcraft in the qualifiers, it would be wonderful ..." Ham leisurely fascinated, "I have to be the last one, the strength of the two sides can completely ascend Shaoqiang's top three World of Warcraft, a thrilling decisive battle in the preliminaries, one of them Warcraft @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html lost, and withdrew from the competition, in this case, the top ten rankings are empty Come……"

"If you meet human beings, the chance of getting a ranking will increase greatly!" Hamm smiled. "But in general, the top ten is still possible. The top five is impossible. How can I try my luck again? Need some strength ... "

Ron finally learned some common sense of the game system, some things Morangen did not follow him.

"Oh, brother Ron, what is your occupation?" Ham asked with a smile, he couldn't show his occupation from Ron's costume.

"I am a necromancer!"

"..."

Hamm was speechless for a while, thinking to himself that he had seen a wonderful flower today, and the Necromancer who could not be beaten by ordinary humans came to participate in the Shaoqiang battle? Still wanting luck? Isn't it just to show your face in front of everyone's face?

At this time, a voice rang from the venue.

"Now invite player 13 and player 167 to enter ..."

"It's my turn!" The Ham player got up, and Ron held the "167" number plate in his hand.

"Hopefully I'm lucky, don't run into opponents of metamorphic races, the first round of qualifiers is better than elimination!" Ham smiled bitterly.

Ron also got up and nodded, "Come on!" The first release without ads, please go to ""

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