Stormwind God

For Duke, it doesn't matter who is going to be the challenger for this team. If the Alliance Tribe is in the honeymoon period, Duke doesn't even mind giving water to the tribe

Now, of course it is the talents of those little guys to win. Why doesn't Duke give them blessings?

"Good job! There are rewards!" As the league's big man, Duke took out from the storage space all the best equipment never seen in the market.

Long-time Molten Heart level equipment, Duke will only be used to give excellent cute new professionals.

At least Duke sent away at least Alcavon's treasure-house-level equipment.

The League of Legends is so pointy, and equipment is quickly eliminated.

In addition, each bss is not refreshed after one strangle, so it is a one-time copy, and the amount obtained at one time is ten or eight times that in the original game.

The Legion of Heroes will easily add more equipment.

After Duke's promotion to the demigod, there are many additional benefits: As a former void lord and a demigod who possesses the power of the soul, he can now erase the soul binding on the equipment that mortals take off.

To put it plainly, this matter is simply to erase the soul mark on the equipment. As long as it is not an artifact with basic or higher level self-awareness, there is no equipment to resist Duke's soul attack after leaving the master.

This makes the equipment utilization of the alliance stronger.

Looking at the tyrant-level treatment over the league, and watching those alliance warriors who are so happy, almost all tribal professionals are envious and look pitiful.

The most painful is that at the beginning of the establishment of this arena, all league and tribal generals were compulsorily required, and audiences who watched the game, whether they were winning or losing, were not allowed to leave early.

The opposing warriors celebrated that the orc-based tribe, Petty, had bowed.

At this time, King Saurfang stood up, he jumped into the arena from the side of the five-meter-high stand, and pulled the dazzling orc warrior Nahawk Steelbreaker. stand up.

"Stand up! All stand up to me! You always claim to be the heirs of the orc tradition. So what are your attitudes towards the winner now? Ha?" King Sarufal asked thousands of orcs hostages: " Is this attitude towards the winner? "

"But ... they are not orcs!" Someone said weakly in the orc's pile.

Old Saurfang waved his hand: "It's ridiculous!"

He pointed at the handful of two-headed ogres in the audience: "Did you see those ogres? Once upon a time, our ancestors were proud to kill an ogre alone, and to kill a Goron alone. The strong are heroes. Today they are in the tribe ’s army, fighting alongside our orcs like our brothers! Why can we even accept our original enemies, not because we worship the strong? "

King Saurfang half-turned and pointed to the Alliance warriors who were looking to the orcs: "Since you claim to be brave orcs, do you tell me that these warriors cheated while fighting?"

Thousands of orcs were silent.

The king suddenly burst into a drum-like drink: "Orcs! They **** answer me!"

As if waking up like a dream, thousands of orcs stood up and answered, "No? Yes"

It was another awakening question: "Is their victory a glorious victory !?"

Thousands of orcs answered again: "Yes"

Exhausting his whole body, almost every bit of air in the lungs roared out. At this moment, King Saurfang, as if he was the possessor of Roar Lord, sounded like thunder: "Then you are all special Applaud and cheer the victors! Otherwise you are not worthy of orcs who claim to be martial arts "

After two seconds of full stun, there was a burst of cheering among the orcs.

"Yes! The winner deserves praise!"

"Good fight! Your tactics are great!"

"I want my little boy to practice tactics after I go back!"

The audience on the other side of the league chattered for half a second, followed by a shout like a storm.

"Haha! That's right!"

"If you want to fight with us, you can't be strong!"

In cheers, the orc warriors walked towards the Alliance Warriors.

Nahawk boxed lightly on the armor in front of the fighter's chest, Sakagar: "Brother, you played well just now, you are the main tank that really supports the team!"

"Your whirlwind is also beautiful." Sakagar smiled right.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere of the alliance and the tribe began to get harmonious.

At this time, Duke stood up and shook his arms, with a voice of faint divine power spreading all over the world: "I Duke Marcus proposes that since the next Icecrown Glacier battle, our alliance and the tribe will face each other The horrible undead army of the Lich King, for the future of all living beings, this time of the Crusader Trial will be joined by the Alliance and Horde warriors. Warlock, what do you think? "

Lord Saurfang promised, of course: "Great! This is what the allies do!"

With a wave of Duke, dozens of things emitting noble purple brilliance, flew to the tribe warriors under the support of strange small tornadoes.

"This is ..." Orc warrior Nahok was a little dreadful.

Duke's voice sounded again: "Of course the winner should enjoy cheers, praise and the best prizes. But the runner-up who has given courage and hard work should also be applauded. This is a lower grade prize, as the runner-up Reward it. "

If you want to form a team, if half of the group's equipment is worse than more than one gear, it will not move at all. If the loser is given the same prize as the winner, the wine of victory will become bitter.

Duke's hand not only satisfied the glory of the winner, but also did not let the loser gain nothing, and the gap was too large to form a group.

Even Warlock had to applaud: "Pretty!"

Millhouse's sharp dwarf sounded again: "Well, please join the Alliance and the Horde Warriors to face the biggest horror creature from Northrend's ice and snow!"

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, a roar sounded like a barbaric sound from the ancient times, ringing through the whole arena.

"嗷"

Regardless of the sequence, the huge iron gate to the south was pulled open, and a giant horse-shaped creature who broke free of bounds rushed out next time.

At a glance, he was a large centaur.

If you look closely, you can see that he has a height of more than four floors, gray-black fur, and brown skin. There are two huge tusks on the cheeks that look like warped ivory.

"That's right! He is a dangerous creature from the extreme cold, Mammoth the Impaler!"