Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

When the God King Skovald saw this situation, he felt annoyed.

At his signal, Grima Ironfist, the perennial winner of the arena, strode to a position two meters in front of Garin.

This Vikus warrior's bare upper body was covered with black tattoos, and his sturdy arms were covered with a pair of dragon-skin gloves. It was obvious that he was good at fighting with bare hands.

Tiequan looked at Garin, and a hint of sneer could be seen on his face with shaved hair and beard. He stretched out his left hand and hooked it at Garin.

As a winning player, he has his own confidence.

"I am Grima Ironfist, and I tore the Storm Dragon's Iron Fist apart with my own hands!"

Ah!

"boast!"

Killing a few storm dragons is no big deal. Those are the weakest dragons.

Garin didn't want to pay attention to the brutal-looking Vikus and turned to look at the referee outside the field.

There must be rules for martial arts performances, otherwise the opponents will not be unconvinced when they become the big winners.

"Game start!"

After hearing the referee's words, Garin deliberately slowed down for a moment, and only kicked his legs after Iron Fist squatted down and made an attacking posture.

The huge body instantly came in front of Iron Fist, then raised his right leg at just the right height, and kicked the Vikus in the chest!

Bang!

The kicked Vikus flew out like a cannonball and hit the edge of the training ground heavily, creating a human-shaped dent!

Tsk.

general.

This is Garin's evaluation of this opponent.

This is when he suppressed his strength to the legendary level. If he really wanted to use his full strength, only the group of Titan Guardians could withstand it.

"Who else?"

Garin uttered that classic line.

The provocation was self-evident, but most of the Vikings just clenched their fists and did not move.

The gap is too big.

"No one left? Come, show me the bravery of your Tideskorn clan!"

Garin has already entered the role, and at this moment he is the Berserker Olaf.

It took a few Miechao workers a lot of effort to get the iron fist off the wall.

After waiting for a long time, no warrior volunteered to fight, and Skovald was embarrassed.

In fact, he relied on conspiracy to get to power. Not all the Vikings chose to support him. In addition, the issue of candidate quotas was originally a figment of the imagination. At this time, more Tideskorn lords chose to stand by and watch.

Why should you let our men suffer losses in vain when your own direct subordinates don't go?

The Tideskorn King glared at the lords fiercely and had no choice but to signal Igrof.

The city defense commander who first met Garin was a direct descendant of the God-King. He understood what Skovald meant and pointed out the two Vikus in an unkind manner.

"Eggs! Keller! Both of you come at me!"

These two Vikus warriors, who had been unable to contain themselves for a long time, received the order and didn't care about the two big and one, and jumped directly to the center of the field.

The female Vrykul holding a long-handled axe spoke up, "I am Aseg Nobleborn, a spearman and axe warrior of Heddashar. As an outsider, I can even let you strike first, just like I did before. Seize the opportunity!"

On the other side, the male Vrykul wielding dual greataxes said, "I am Pathfinder Warrior Keller. You might as well attack me first instead of crying and staring at us like a coward!"

The harsh words were very aggressive.

Very well, you two have found your way to death.

"Then! Show me the prowess of the Tideskorn Warriors!"

Jialin clenched his fist and said, "I want to see who is tougher, you or me!"

"kill!"

Perhaps provoked by Garin's taunt, the two Vrykul instantly erupted in rage, their eyes turning blood red, their entire bodies radiating the murderous aura accumulated from countless bloody battles. To earn such a title among the Vrykul, who valued bravery and brutality, was truly remarkable.

Perhaps this trip is not just for fun, maybe it would be a good idea to include this group of Vikus under my rule.

Before Garin could think, the axe-wielding warrior had already strode forward with her weapon raised. She jumped up less than five meters away from Garin, and the long-handled black axe drew a crescent-shaped arc in the air and chopped down fiercely at Garin's head.

Garin did not retreat in the face of this powerful attack. Since he wanted to conquer the Tide-Smitten Clan, the first step was to show his strength!

Devastatingly powerful!

Therefore, when faced with the axes and spears falling from the sky, he not only did not retreat, but instead faced them head-on.

Look at me going into battle with bare hands!

The strong arms were raised quickly, as fast as thunder, causing a burst of air explosion!

Snapped!

There was a sound of metal hitting metal, and Garin's hands had already firmly grasped the female Vikus' weapon.

The axe spear's blade, flashing with cold light, was only a dozen centimeters away from Garin's head, but it could not move forward an inch.

The female Viku warrior's attack was thwarted in just a moment, and the male Viku from the other side also rushed over.

There was even thunder surrounding his two axes!

It is similar to a shaman's blessing, but the Vikings do not believe in elemental spirits. They believe in the Titan Guardians. So this thunder is most likely Thorim's blessing.

"Roar! Disperse!"

Garin let out a demoralizing roar, wild and full of murderous intent, and his tall and mighty figure suddenly brought the momentum of the two Vikus to a halt.

Not only that, even the thunder wrapped around the two axes of the male Vikus dissipated in an instant!

This moment ignited the whole audience, and all the onlookers could not help but open their eyes wide!

Odin!

What a perfect warrior!

It's not over yet!

Taking advantage of the demoralizing roar, Garin delivered another hard kick to the female Vikus' abdomen.

The enormous force caused her to lose control instantly and she flew backwards.

Garin took advantage of the situation and grabbed the huge long-handled axe with his backhand, swinging it easily and casually.

This simple slash was like thunder in the eyes of the male Viku warrior, making the hairs all over his body tremble. He only had time to retract the two axes in his hands and cross them in front of him to take a defensive posture!

boom!

With a dull thud, the male Viku warrior's body spun in the air and flew backwards, falling to the ground in a mess.

The two battle axes flew out of his hands and struck both sides of his cheeks, shocking the male Viku warrior so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Well, the momentum is good, but the strength is too weak and can't withstand a single blow!" Jialin clapped his hands, downplaying it as if he was driving away two annoying bugs.

"Is there anyone stronger?"

"I want to hit ten!"