Chapter 482: Elder Jade’s Chosen One?
"Why do we have to fight as soon as we come in..."
Bai Tong's face was tense and she shrank back unconsciously.
Although he looked a little rounder, his frame was also broader.
But after all, he is not yet an adult and has never seen many storms.
"Because the God of War does not appreciate a prelude that is too lengthy."
The soldier in charge of maintaining order nearby said coldly.
"Don't worry, if you can't win, just surrender."
A tall woman standing next to Bai Tong comforted him.
Her name is Enm Gerela Xi'er, a rather rare earth elf.
"Come to think of it, when I was walking in your human civilization, I rarely saw underage humans going out for adventures."
"More often than not, it's you humans who encounter our cubs during your adventures."
Enm Greyla Xi'er suddenly said with a subtle expression.
"Perhaps you should ask his father or grandfather." "Humans are not a race that is born with knowledge..."
The man who was farther away from the others said so.
He was wearing a black robe.
Although the robe was completely black, it did not look shiny.
Instead, it is like poor quality coal, emitting a dull luster and attracting no attention at all.
He should be an extraordinary person like an assassin, a stalker, or a killer.
However, he did not take out his weapon to play with it in front of everyone.
And just when a few players from the variety show network were still chatting intermittently.
The huge oval open-air building in front of me suddenly made a heavy and continuous sound.
It seemed that, in a place that no one could see, a huge door was slowly opening...
"Oh, kid, I almost forgot, which great being do you serve?"
Enm Gerela Xi'er adjusted the accessories around her waist and she seemed quite confident.
Just as Bai Tong was about to speak, he was pushed by the soldiers into a deep doorway.
"Rough war voters..."
Enm Greyla Xier curled his lips and said unhappily.
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Level 10 Non-standard Dungeon - Chosen Arena
"Tell me your name, little one!"
"Lift your head! I don't like to chop off those drooping heads with an axe!"
The tall warrior holding a huge axe has blood-red totems tattooed all over his body, symbolizing war and killing.
With his eyes that were slightly bloodshot, he fiercely locked onto Bai Tong who was not far away.
Chosen by Heaven?
peei!
The soldier spat fiercely in the dark.
He has always hated these so-called chosen ones by the gods.
Those gods or other beings are like brainless lunatics.
Just because a cat has beautiful fur, it is chosen by God?
The warrior felt that it was his duty to make these guys recognize themselves.
Battle is the sacred territory of the God of War!
In the stands, people were talking about it.
This is not an ordinary arena. Even as a derivative of a dungeon, only players who have obtained relevant limited qualifications can join.
Of course, this does not mean that there won’t be online gamers who like to watch the fun and choose to buy tickets to watch.
Due to the particularity of the integrated network, the integrated network disaster currency has a relatively high circulation value even in the multiverse .
"Is this the Lord of Etiquette and Humility's choice? Or is it some wild trick?"
In the stands, someone asked his companions in a low voice.
"He doesn't smell of divine power, but rather of a Peeping Tom."
The companion said in a subtle tone.
"Oh? Then there's nothing to see..."
The questioner immediately pulled his chair back in boredom.
"But his sword..."
"I kind of... well, I don't understand."
But the companion hesitated for a moment and then continued.
"sword?"
"can't read?"
The questioner immediately made a tactical retreat and became alert.
However, he did not continue to ask.
Instead, he thought about it, organized his words, and asked:
"Is it that you don't understand, or that you can't understand?"
"cannot……"
The companion stared at the sword in Bai Tong's hand, then shook his head.
“Is there a mark on it?”
The companion shook his head.
"I prefer dogs because cats hold grudges..."
The companion vigilantly sensed the timeline around him and then spoke in a low voice.
"Isn't it better to remember the canine family...Oh!"
The questioner was stunned for a moment, and a name that had been very popular in the multiverse recently flashed through his mind.
"He actually has a chosen one?"
The questioner lowered his voice and asked with interest.
“Not really.”
"Just gave him a sword..."
The companion secretly sent a message , ending the other party's endless questioning.
He didn't want to be stuffed into the dream world 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 axe!"
"But I bully the weak, that's what those bastards would do."
"Draw your sword, and let's have a manly fight!"
The warrior stared at Bai Tong, who was a little nervous, and said in a low voice.
He was a warrior after all, not an executioner.
vulgar?
brutal?
That's what a warrior should be like!
But it shouldn't be dirty and gloomy.
It can be a loud clarion call or a fanatical charge!
What the warriors disdain are those meaningless gods.
The warriors do not have much prejudice against the lives chosen by these guys who they think are mentally retarded.
"Wudang, Baitong."
Bai Tong felt that under the other person's gaze, his breathing and blood flow slowed down.
He pursed his pale lips and performed a polite gesture toward the other person that seemed a little awkward due to his stiff body.
Then, he spoke in a voice that was unusually hoarse, as if he was dehydrated.
"War College, Olypol Gra."
Olipol Gra protected his chest with an axe, lowered his head slightly, and said to Bai Tongru with his peripheral vision.
He recognized the boy's efforts.
Just like, he had once stood trembling in that bloody training camp.
But, that’s it…
"Draw your sword, kid !"
Olipol Gra roared loudly, just like the instructor roared at that time.
The next moment, Bai Tong 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 Gra launched a charge!
mercy?
That's not what a grown man and warrior needs!
Only blood and fire can make a spine remain straight under the blade!
"Hurry up and follow the Three Flowers Law...draw your sword!"
Bai Tong tried to suppress his fear as he could not catch the afterimage of the other party. He felt that the other party was like a truck running at high speed!
Under the threat of death, the spell taught by Senior Brother Yu Xing was completed so quickly for the first time!
Then, a red light illuminated the entire arena.
In a trance, people seemed to see a rising star!
In the arena, there was a bit of panic among the spectators, and the two people who had already put on eye protection looked at each other.
"WDNMD, it's actually a star..."
Then someone made a barely audible complaint.
The next moment, the star fell to the ground...
