Lord of the Dead Sea

"Enough!!! I listened to you before, but now I must listen to me. If anyone stops me, I will bet on the glory of the Bennett family to fight you here!"

The remaining seven orcs retreated. The word duel is sacred and serious in the orc world, and it represented Clement's strong will to die.

Striding forward, Clement moved the corpses of the tribesmen under the foot of the berserker Bentham, his eyes were covered with mist, and he said the unique condolences of the orc tribe, and Clement made the ancient gestures Paying respect to them all, he didn't sit opposite Bentham with anger and determination until all this was done.

"I bet all my dignity and glory to challenge you, for my dead people." Clement's fangs were steaming, and his green eyes fixed on Bentham on the opposite side of the iron table. The burly and thick arms were placed on the table.

"Whatever, you are the one who loses anyway, and then I punched you to death." Bentham put his hand on it expressionlessly.

As soon as the two hands were held together, the confrontation began!

On the trembling arm with bursting muscles, Clement exerted all his strength, his head was slightly lowered, and the long black hair entangled with each other hung down his forehead, shaking slightly with the strength of his burly body.

Opposite him, although the epic berserker Bentham was expressionless, all players seemed to see hope, because Bentham's arm moved back slightly.

This is something that has never happened in previous arm strength competitions. Bentham's arm is always rock solid, except for crushing the opponent, it will not move the slightest in the direction of failure, but now;

It moved!

"ou~ou~ roar!!!"

Clement was like a roaring lion, with a deep roar from his throat from time to time, and the strength of his whole body pressed against Bentham through his thick arms one after another, pressing Bentham's arm to failure bit by bit!

All the players held their breaths, even Liu Yufeng. His bright eyes never left the two sides of the battle, because Liu Yufeng asked himself that he couldn't win this game at all, and he could only pin his hopes on this orc who tried his best.

a little!Press down a little more!Soon!Press it down a little more!

All the players looked at Clement's constantly lowering arms and made a sound of anticipation in their hearts, until an orc shouted,

"Clement! Win him!"

"Clement! Son of the Great Chief, you are the glory of the Bennet family!"

"Orc warrior, the undead admire you! Defeat him!"

"The whispers of Larnas ring out for you, the warriors of the undead salute you!"

"Big man, win him! May the tree of eternity give you strength!"

"Big man, the gods of nature be with you!"

Around the battle between Clement and Bentham, the atmosphere became extremely enthusiastic for a while. Everyone put aside their grievances and cheered for the orc warriors. Seeing Kalis next to him, he was cheering for Clement. , Liu Yufeng felt that he should also say something.

Scratching his head, Liu Yufeng recalled the way he cheered up and cheered in his previous life, and then began to brew his emotions. He took a deep breath and shouted to Clement:

"Brother, awesome! Old iron 666!"

Under the strange eyes of the players from the other three tribes, Liu Yufeng blushed slightly and scratched his head in embarrassment, but soon the remaining human players stood up for Liu Yufeng!

"Come on!! You are the most awesome existence!!"

"Take out your hand that you have been single for 30 years and overwhelm this old man!"

"Please let me yell shit!**! What a bastard!"

Although they couldn't fully understand what the human beings were saying, the other three races had acquiesced in this type of cheering method, which made Liu Yufeng's hot face feel better.

Perhaps because of the belief from the players around him, Clement exerted force and rushed through the waves, pressing down his arms beyond a 45-degree angle, pushing Bentham to the point of defeat!

Almost, almost!All the players are so excited!

Just when Clement seemed to be about to win, the expressionless Bentham gradually showed a smile. He looked down into Clement's eyes with great interest, and asked softly:

"Have you had enough?"

One sentence, four words, instantly pulled the hearts of the players watching the battle to the bottom.

Holding the corner of the iron table with his left hand that had not been taken out all this time, Bentham took it seriously, and suddenly exerted force to pull Clement's arm back bit by bit.

When the pressure returned to the player's side, the air became quiet again, leaving only the biting cold wind whistling with some snowflakes.

"You are very good and talented. You want to live, and we also want to leave this damn place, so I'm sorry."

Hearing Bentham's inexplicable words, Clement felt the power of the opponent's palm continuously increase, seemingly endless.

In the shed, several epics who had been "lost" sat together again.

"I bet Bentham will let the water go."

Constance the Trickster pulled out a strange gold coin that was still on the table.

"He always likes to give the ball to others, but I don't think he will lose. After all, if he just releases the water like this, he will have trouble with his superiors. I know how much he hates this place, especially when there is no ball on this bridge. A woman!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The presiding judge's Raglan's words provoked hearty laughter from the people at the table.

"I'm curious, assuming that both Bentham and Bridges who played chess are defeated, as the strongest of us, Winifred, what would you do?"

Constance seems to have a fascination with the unpredictable.

"I bet Winifred kills the bunch, though one of them said bring me a cloak next time."

Putting a bowl of spirits down his throat, Paladin Congreve looked at Winifred, who always had a faint smile on his face, and continued:

"After all, if you, a monster, want to let the water go, someone has to be able to force it to that level, or you won't be able to explain to the higher-ups, right?"

No one can guess Winifred's mind, he is just like his smile, full of confusion, no one can accurately predict his thoughts, because he is a level higher than others strength.

"I hope the children can live on, after all, before the Dead Sea World..."

Druid Raleigh Cleveland was interrupted by Winifred before he could finish speaking.

"Don't talk, the higher-ups will investigate, you will die, and I can't save you."

Winifred cast his eyes on Clement, who was about to lose, and continued:

"Let's see if they can win this game first, otherwise there is no point in saying anything."

the head of the bridge of death,

Around the iron table where the two sides compete,

Watching Clement gradually falling into a disadvantage and being forced into a desperate situation, some players scratched their heads in frustration, and some players couldn't bear to watch it any longer. Those orcs kept wiping away the tears in their eyes, because Clement was Among the younger generation of orcs, they have a very high honor status, and they are witnessing the fall of their glory.

As much hope, so much pain when despair comes.

The players lowered their heads one after another, and even Liu Yufeng sighed unwillingly, feeling heavy pressure all over his body, because he could say that there was nothing he could do about this arm competition.

When the hope of winning fades with time.

Just when everyone predicted that Clement's head was about to be smashed by Bentham...

Clement slowly examined the serious face, and aimed his two fangs at Bentham. The hot air from his two nostrils continued to spew out, and his breathing became more and more rapid. His two green eyes seemed to be burning. Flame, in which endless glory shines, at the moment of defeat,

he opened his mouth,

他 说:

"Bentham, do you know what kind of family tribe Bennett is?"

Bentham didn't respond to Clement because he wasn't interested, but then he set his sights on Clement again as his palm stopped within ten centimeters of victory.