Hogg exited victoriously. He was not seriously injured, but his fur was burned in a few places. He could return to the arena soon after treatment.

The staff rushed to the field, dragged away the twisted body, and used water pipes to wash away the blood on the ground. Soon the field looked brand new, and few people would remember that a sad soul had just ascended to heaven here.

"This mage is very powerful, but he doesn't have enough combat experience. He underestimated the physical quality of the jackals and designed tactics based on the opponent having a human body. It's a pity." Tess sighed. The subtext she didn't say was:

With Arelas's skills being so good, he would definitely be able to kill many tribesmen if he were placed on the battlefield.

"Everyone in the audience, our super soldier Hogg has won again!" The host jumped on the stage again, exaggerating the next game: "Maybe you are tired of watching the warriors cutting each other, and you are tired of watching the mages.

Long and boring chanting, the following game will never let you down! You will enjoy unprecedented scientists participating in the battle! We invite the super newcomer-Macnair Thermaplugg to appear from the east side Wolf Gate!"

Something strange happened to Tailan and others. Instead of cheering like before, the audience booed. In particular, many dwarf spectators extended their middle fingers.

"Who is this Thermaplugg?" The four of them were puzzled. Jindi couldn't help but asked a dwarf next to him.

"How did your parents educate you? You don't even recognize Thermaplugg!" The little old man said unhappily: "Our dwarf leader, the great craftsman Mekkatorque, has two lieutenants: the mechanical master Therma.

Prager and master craftsman Oversbach, such resonant names, must not be forgotten next time!”

"The player coming out of the Humen on the west side is the Yeti leader from Alterac Mountain—Sighor! He has won four consecutive victories!"

"Come on, Sighol, kill that dwarf!" Many people shouted. But the cheers were much weaker than the boos just now.

Tyran watched with cold eyes, noticing that the dwarf audience had become silent. It seemed that they hated Thermaplugg, but did not want him to lose easily.

But what happened next was shocking. What came out of the Wolf Gate was not a dwarf, but a huge machine! The machine was shaped like a human, with tracks under its feet, a huge steel claw on its left hand, and a gun barrel on its right hand.

It's more than four meters high. The Sigurdhall who appears opposite is about two and a half meters tall. He was originally a giant, but he is just dwarfed by this machine.

"Did you see it? This is my great invention - the dwarf combat mecha!" A dwarf sat at the head of the machine and laughed wildly: "The dwarf is the strongest fighting race!"

"That's right, well said!"

"Dwarfs are the strongest fighting race!"

"Thermaplugg will win!"

Many dwarf spectators suddenly turned to support Thermaplugg and cheered for him. Immediately, some opponents jumped out and angrily criticized them, and many quarrels broke out in the audience.

At this time, the game started. The snowman roared and rushed towards the mecha. He raised his two powerful arms and rushed forward. But Thermaplugg didn't panic and just pushed the joystick. The mecha's huge

He rushed forward with his left paw and easily held the snowman with one hand.

"Start bombing mode!" The dwarf pressed another button, only to hear the sound of metal friction and gear rotation. A circle of circular bases and metal gun barrels of different thicknesses were set up under the mecha's tracks.

It flipped out from all sides of the mecha.

"How cool!" Jin Di's eyes turned into stars. She had never seen such a fighting method.

The snowman struggled wildly, but could not resist the opponent's giant claw. On the contrary, his own strength was exhausted, and the giant claw was gradually caught in it.

Thermaplugg in the mecha looked at the controlled snowman in front of him with satisfaction, pulled up the joystick to lift the snowman, and then pressed a button marked "12".

"Piercing Cannon No. 12, fire!"

The tip of a slender gun barrel from the left chest of the mecha lit up, and then emitted a red ray. The red light full of destructive power penetrated Sghor's thigh, and hit the man ten meters away.

On the ground, a big hole was blasted into the ground.

"This firepower is too strong!" Tailan was surprised. He thought that it would be difficult to dodge this shot without being prepared, not to mention that the mecha was densely packed with at least thirty or forty cannons.

The mecha threw Sighor, who was screaming in pain, to the ground, raised his arms and waved to the audience.

"The victory has been decided!" A stretcher immediately came into the arena and carried away Sigel Hall, who had broken his leg. He would have to undergo long-term treatment before he could return to the arena.

But Thermaplugg did not quit. He pulled the joystick, raised his left paw high, stretched out a finger and shouted: "I can continue to fight!"

The whole place was in an uproar. After the audience was noisy for a while, more voices suddenly burst out in support of him:

"Keep fighting!"

"Two wins in a row!"

"The dwarf is invincible!"

Although this was not a scheduled battle, the effect of the show was quite good. The host was also a smart and adaptable person and immediately announced: "Thermaplugg will continue the battle!"

"Wait!" an orc in the audience shouted. He was wearing gorgeous red armor and looked like a powerful man. He questioned: "This dwarf is driving a machine to fight. Who is more powerful, he or the machine?"

How awesome is it?"

"Yes, yes!" His question immediately caused a commotion in the audience.

The host explained in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Dear Lord Borun, the weapons used by Thermaplugg players are completely invented and manufactured by themselves. They are definitely part of his strength. They have nothing to do with the warrior's sword or the mage's staff.

the difference."

"Okay!" The orc named Borun was a little unhappy, but he still accepted the statement.

"The game continues!" the host announced loudly: "The next one is the ferocious beast-the mountain lion from Hillsbrad Hills!"

Four orc guards pushed out a large iron cage and released a majestic lion.

"Taylan, do you think Thermaplugg can still win?" Med'an asked.

"The mountain lion can't break through the metal defense. He will still win." Tailan muttered: "But it shouldn't be too easy. His mecha is powerful and ferocious, but it can't face such a fast beast.

It’s very difficult to deal with.”

But before he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face. The mountain lion was still circling around the mecha, but saw the iron claw of the mecha's left arm suddenly popped out, and was only tied to the mechanical arm with an iron rope.

The mountain lion was caught off guard and was caught red-handed. Thermaplugg picked up the lion like a kitten, spun it around and around like a dancing bolas, and finally smashed it against the wall.

The mountain lion was bleeding from its mouth and nose, and had more air coming out and less air coming in. It was obvious that it was not alive.
Chapter completed!