"Why do we have to fight as soon as we come in..."
Baitong's face was sullen and he shrank back unconsciously.
Although he looks a bit rounder, his bones are even broader.
But after all, he is not an adult yet, and he has never seen many storms.
"Because the God of War doesn't appreciate overly lengthy preludes."
The soldier responsible for maintaining order said coldly.
"Don't worry, if you can't beat me, you just surrender."
A tall woman standing next to Baitong comforted him.
Her name is Enmu-Grilla-Xi'er, a rather rare earth elf.
"Speaking of which, when I walk in your human civilization, I rarely see underage humans going out on adventures."
"More often, it is you humans who encounter our cubs during your adventures."
Enmu-Grila-Xi'er suddenly said with a subtle expression.
"Maybe you have to ask his father or grandfather." "Humans are not a race that is born knowing..."
Said the man further away from the others.
He was wearing a black robe.
Although the robe was completely black, it did not appear to be very shiny.
Instead, it is like coal of poor quality, emitting a dull luster and not attracting attention.
He should be an assassin, a stalker, an assassin or something extraordinary.
However, he did not take out his weapon to play with in the eyes of everyone.
And just when several online players were still talking about each other.
The huge oval-shaped open-air building in front of us suddenly made some kind of heavy, continuous sound.
It seems that somewhere where no one can peek, a huge door is slowly opening...
"By the way, kid, I almost forgot, which great existence do you serve?"
Enmu Grella Xi'er adjusted the accessories around her waist. She seemed quite confident.
Just as Bai Tong was about to speak, he was pushed into the deep doorway by the soldiers.
"Rough war voters..."
Enmu-Grila-Xi'er curled her lips and said angrily.
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Level 10 non-standard copy-Chosen Arena
"Tell me your name, little boy!"
"Lift your head! I don't like cutting off those low-hanging heads with an axe!"
A tall warrior holding a giant axe, his body is covered with bloody totems symbolizing war and killing.
He used his pale blood-colored eyeballs to fiercely fixate on Baitong not far away.
Chosen?
Pei!
The soldier spat hard in the dark.
He has always hated these so-called gods' chosen ones.
Those gods or other beings are like mindless lunatics.
Just because a cat’s fur is beautiful, does it become the chosen one?
The soldier felt that his duty was to make these guys recognize him.
Battle is the sacred territory of the God of War!
In the stands, people were talking one after another.
This is not an ordinary arena. Even if it is a derivative of the dungeon, only players who have obtained the relevant qualifications can join.
Of course, this does not mean that there will not be some online players who like to watch the excitement and choose to buy tickets to watch.
Due to the special nature of the comprehensive network, the comprehensive network disaster currency has a high currency value even in the multiverse.
"Is this the chosen one from the Lord of Etiquette and Modesty? Or is it some wild way?"
In the stands, someone asked his companions in a low voice.
"He doesn't smell of divine power, but he smells of a voyeur."
The companion said in a subtle tone.
"Oh? That's nothing to see..."
The questioner suddenly pulled his seat back out of boredom.
"But his sword..."
"I'm a little...well, I can't understand."
But his companion hesitated for a while and then continued.
"sword?"
"can't read?"
The questioner suddenly made a tactical retreat and regained his energy.
However, he did not continue to ask.
Instead, he thought about it, organized his language and then asked:
"Is it that you don't understand, or that you just can't understand?"
"cannot……"
The companion stared at the sword in Bai Tong's hand, then shook his head and said.
"Is there a mark on it?"
The companion shook his head.
"I prefer dogs because cats are very vindictive..."
The companion cautiously sensed the timeline around him, and then whispered.
"Isn't it better for dogs to remember...oh!"
The questioner was stunned for a moment, and a certain recently popular name in the multiverse flashed in his mind.
"He actually has a chosen one?"
The questioner lowered his voice and asked enthusiastically.
"Not really."
"Just gave him a sword..."
The companion secretly sent a message, ending the other party's endless inquiries.
He doesn't want to be thrust into the dream world and used as a mirror...
And with a loud horn, the battle below finally began!
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"I should have chopped off your head with a flying ax!"
"But I bully the weak, that's what those bastards do."
"Pull out your sword, and let's have a fight like a man should!"
The soldier stared at Bai Tong, who was a little nervous, and then said in a low voice.
After all, he is a warrior, not an executioner.
vulgar?
brutal?
This is what a warrior should be like!
However, it should not be dirty and dark.
It can be a high-pitched horn or a fanatical charge!
What warriors disdain are those gods who don’t know what they are called.
Warriors don't have much prejudice against the lives chosen by these guys who are mentally ill in the warrior's opinion.
"Wudang, Baitong."
Baitong felt that his breathing and blood had slowed down under the other person's gaze.
He pursed his slightly white lips and gave the other party a polite gesture that seemed a bit undescript due to his stiff body.
Then, he said in a hoarse voice as if he was short of water.
"College of War, Olipol-Gerra."
Olipol Guerra protected his chest with an ax, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Bai Tong with his peripheral vision and said.
He recognized this kid's efforts.
Just like, he once stood trembling in that bloody training camp.
But that’s it…
"Draw your sword, child!"
Olipol Guerra roared loudly, just like the instructor's roar at that time.
The next moment, Baitong instinctively reached for the sword box behind him.
That was the only thing that could give him a sense of security in this completely unknown world.
Then, Olipol Guerra launched a brazen charge!
mercy?
That is not what grown men and warriors need!
Only blood and fire can achieve a spine that remains straight under the blade!
"Urgent like the Three Flowers Law Order... the sword comes out!"
Baitong resisted the fear of not being able to catch the other person's afterimage. He felt that the other person was like a truck coming at high speed!
Under the threat of death, the method taught by Senior Brother Yu Xing was completed so quickly for the first time!
Then, a red light illuminated the entire arena.
Suddenly, people seemed to see a rising star!
In the arena, there were some panicked spectators. The two people who had already put on eye protection looked at each other in confusion.