Chapter 938: The question of ice storm

As if magma condensed into a three-headed demon totem-the gorgeous appearance of "Lava Fury", instantly shocked the audience.
Tens of thousands of viewers felt like they were wrapped in magma.
If I dared to make noise no matter what, magma would flow down their throats, pour into their stomachs, and then gush out from every hole in their bodies.
Although I did not appreciate the totem battle of the two ace gladiators.
But seeing the king of the tauren, one of the creators of Blackhorn, the owner of the Blood Skull Arena, and the members of the bloodhoof clan, summoned the iconic totem, and the audience was satisfied.
A small riot, just disappeared invisible.
The enthusiastic audience members are excitedly looking forward to the next more thrilling battle.
But not everyone is satisfied with this result.
The ice storm returning to the rest area was still angry.
Although the totem armor "Mythril Ripper" was retracted, when she walked through the long corridor, the temperature in the corridor dropped to below zero in an instant.
A thick layer of frost has condensed from the wall to the floor, and the ice crystals in the corners grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, like clusters of bacteria.
Even the gladiators who were warming up in the tunnel felt the ice bitterly cold and did not dare to face her sharp eyes like a cone of ice.
Coming to the entrance of the luxurious lounge dedicated to the trump card, Ice Storm didn't wait for the trembling Ratman to open the door, so he raised his hand and shot a icy mist, freezing the entire door into icy lumps, and then kicked the door. Kick into pieces of broken ice.
The rat folk handymen scurry around holding their heads.
Kasavar, who followed the ice storm all the way, expressionless, with deep eyes, waved away the handyman, servants and other gladiators, and walked into the lounge that had become an ice cave without rush.
"I can win!"
Ice Storm turned around and glared at Kassavar.
This snow-white female leopard stretched her tail straight, all the hairs like silver needles stood upright, and screamed, "If you didn't interfere, I could cut the wildhammer's throat, sever his tendons, and tear him apart. Drain his blood and freeze all his internal organs into ice!"
The roar of the ice storm is like a cold wind swept across with cones of ice.
But it didn't make Kasava's eyelids tremble even the slightest.
He stared at the ice storm without a word.
Measured by tauren standards, Kassavar is really an overly handsome man.
The totem armor was re-liquefied and taken back into his body. The shape of his skull was not particularly like that of a bison, and his facial features were even more cool to humans.
Even if the big horns soaring into the sky are covered with gleaming, mighty and domineering corner guards, and a huge nose ring is nested on the nose. Compared to most tauren, his appearance is still too much. delicate and pretty.
Whether "handsome" or "delicate", it is not a good word to speak from the mouth of a tauren.
When Kasava was a child, there used to be many people who laughed at him with sarcasm and disdainful noses.
Later, these people all died.
In fact, from the name "Kassavar Bloodhoof", you can hear how dangerous this seemingly handsome man is.
In Turan, "Sava" means "great axe".
Obviously, "Great Axe" is really a common name for Turan people who admire martial arts and have a rather poor vocabulary.
The clan warrior named "Sava" is just like the rat people boy named "Leaf", as numerous as the hair of a cow, and countless.
And "card" has the meaning of "killing".
"Kasava" means-"My name is'Great Axe', and I don't like other people also called'Great Axe'. There can only be a'Great Axe' in Pointe Noire. If there are others 'Great Axe' dared to pass in front of me, so be careful and be killed by me"!
And these "great axes" are always so careless.
There are hundreds of roads in Pointe Noire, but they always like to walk in front of the "great axe" of the bloodhoof clan, so that Kasava has to make shots again and again, breaking these mere appearances, which will make "Sa The "great axe" whose name is shameful.
Every time he kills a "Saval", he is eligible to add a "card" in front of his name.
Therefore, his full name should be "Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Safa".
However, as his wicked name spread throughout the city of Pointe Noire, there is now no bloodhoof warrior who dares to call "Sava".
He doesn't have to talk about the long full name all day long.
All you need is the abbreviation to deter everyone.
Even the clan warriors named "Great Blade, Great Sword, Great Hammer, Sharp Axe, Iron Axe, Great Axe" were so scared that their scalp numb, wondering whether to change their name.
As for "Bloodhoof", it is not only the name of the clan, but also the surname of the family.
Like the names of warriors, the military aristocrats of Turan civilization are all powerful and keen to create or seize family names.
"Bloodhoof" is the last name that all Turan warriors with hooves like very much.
I like to use this surname as the supreme glory of the clan.
However, tauren, wild elephant, wild boar, centaur, reindeer, antelope... all sorts of strange, diverse, dozens of races, hundreds of families, only one member of the family can be named after the name With the surname of "Bloodhoof".
That is the strongest family.
If other clan soldiers are strong enough to completely defeat or even destroy the bloodhoof clan, they can naturally take this glorious surname and become a new bloodhoof clan.
But the current bloodhoof clan has dominated all Turan warriors with hoofs for three hundred years.
In the past three hundred years, countless families have challenged them.
Then, it turns into muddy corpses and fragmented bones, which are used to water the leafy mandala tree.
Therefore, facing this extremely dangerous man, staring extremely deep, even the surging ice storm, swallowed the saliva frozen into an ice nucleus, and stopped the meaningless venting.
"I believe you can defeat Wildhammer. After all, you are my favorite trump card."
Until Ice Storm lowered his head and dared not look directly at his magma-like eyes, Cassava said calmly, "However, such a victory is meaningless. What we choose now is not a one-to-one trump card. Gladiators are generals who can command thousands of armies, form a torrent of destruction, and devour all enemies.
"You are not suitable for commanding an army, Ice Storm.
"I believe you know this better than anyone else.
"From the beginning, you commanded a thousand people, then you commanded five hundred people, and now you command a hundred people, you have lost three games in a row.
"Even if you pull back a round with your own force, what's the point? Does this prove that you are qualified to be a general?"
Ice Storm gritted his teeth, speechless.
Anger, shame, ashamed, annoyed, all kinds of emotions rushed in the body, causing her body like an ice sculpture to tremble violently.
"I don't understand, why are you so obsessed with being a general?"
Seeing her speechless, Kasavar put his hand on her shoulder, used the heat of his palm to slowly melt the chill on her shoulder, and lowered her voice, "The ancestral spirit has given you very generously. What's the relationship between the strong force and the sacred totem, even if they are not good at commanding the army?
"The Turan warriors have more than one way to win glory. Those heroes who can shine in the'Five Races' and turn the'Land of Holy Light' upside down with their own power are even more affected by all Turan. The remembrance and reverence of people.
"You should seriously consider my suggestion.
"Give up what you are not good at.
"I will preside over the'Blood Offering Ceremony' for you, let our blood blend together, formally join the'Bloodhoof Clan', become my deputy, and act as one of the most outstanding vanguards and the most powerful fighters in my army. will.
"I promise you that.
"In this battle of the five races, our Bloodhoof Clan will definitely defeat the Golden Clan and become the main force in the Glory Era.
"And my father will definitely become the'War Chief,' the largest army commander Turanze has never seen before.
"Join the Bloodhoof Clan and become my deputy. You will have many opportunities to avenge the Golden Clan, to those who have insulted you and want to kill you, and there are many opportunities to participate in the most tragic battle and break the most The strong walls, the destruction of the largest fortresses, and the looting of the most glorious cities, let your name and footprints be imprinted forever on the so-called'land where the holy light shines forever'!"
The hot palms of the tauren made the muscles of the female leopard's shoulders slightly red.
But soon, the scalded muscles were armed with sharp ice cones and hardened again.
"No, these few battles have problems. There were too many people in the first few games. I didn't notice it, but there were only a hundred soldiers on both sides. I can clearly feel it!"
After half a step back from the ice storm, he stared at Kassavar and said, "I and the soldiers of the Wildhammer come from the same dungeon. We have rested for the same long days and can eat the same amount of food. Why are the soldiers of the Wildhammer better than Are my soldiers so strong?
"Even if our training content is a little different, but we only trained for just ten days, the strength and speed of the two sides should not be so different at all.
"On the arena, I saw two soldiers collide without skill. Most of them were my soldiers.
"If they use swords to block each other, get opened and then beheaded, they are often my soldiers.
"My soldiers had their arms chopped off or pierced their stomachs with spears, and they often screamed while holding their wounds.
"And the soldiers of the Wildhammer, even if their intestines bleed out, can still grit their teeth and fight.
"This is not normal!
"Could it be that the Wildhammer mastered the magic passed down from the'Land of Light', or which priest gave him magical witchcraft? How could he train a group of timid rats into death in just ten days? warrior?"