Song Ge never regarded Istanbul as a master.

The Moned Dwarves are famous for creating magical equipment. In people's impression, the strong fighting race among the dwarves should be the hill dwarves, and their brave Hill Dwarves King is the most powerful warrior among the dwarves. So not only Song Ge, but others also believe that there will be no strong people among the Moned Dwarves. They all rely on advanced equipment to protect themselves. But now Istanbul takes the initiative to challenge top professionals like the Wolf King, which scares everyone.

Song Ge no longer cared about taking care of the dwarves' face. He had to stop Istanbul. If something happened to him, how could he explain to so many dwarves who supported him?

Just as Song Ge was about to speak, Kempbe suddenly flew down and stopped Song Ge.

Looking at Song Ge's puzzled gaze, the Fire Holy Magician shook his head: "Let him go, maybe he will give you a surprise."

Could it be that the Istanbul patriarch is still a hidden master? But why didn’t anyone who has seen him feel his power? Song Ge was full of suspicion. But now he couldn’t stop him even if he wanted to stop him. Istanbul had already yelled and rushed forward.

The wolf king Hebrew was helpless now. He thought he could definitely win this game, but now it seems that it is not that simple. Because with the roar of the Dwarf King of Monedin, his whole body was surrounded by rich purple fighting spirit, and a white monster with five tall long necks and big heads appeared behind him.

"Look, I'm not wrong. From the richness of his fighting spirit, Istanbul is already the best among the Sword Saints, and behind him is the nine-level wind-type beast Long-necked Beast. Now, the Wolf King is busy." Kempbe looked at the two people on the field with interest and said to Song Ge slowly.

After hearing what Kempbe said, Song Ge felt relieved. After thinking carefully, he really thought that the Dwarfs of Demon Ding were too simple. They could stand in the sphere of influence of the Orc Alliance for so many years without falling, so they must have their own things. Good equipment, strange and strange weapons are one hand, and the combat power of the warrior is the other hand. Now I know that there is also a top-level strongman.

Just as Song Ge was reflecting on himself, the wolf king Hebrew rode a white two-headed wolf, holding a knight gun like Edward, and launched a charge on Istanbul. Each man and the wolf cooperated perfectly with a strange rhythm. Just this charge, it can be seen that the strength of the wolf king is far superior to the four generals.

The wolf king also had a purple fighting spirit on his body, which was a special sign that warriors and knights reached the seventh level of profession.

"Ah~~~aaaa!"

One of the major characteristics of the battle in Istanbul is its excitement, and it always screams. When he saw the wolf king running over to him, he screams even more happily as if he had drunk stimulants. Two giant axes that were taller than him danced, and the fighting spirit wrapped on it tumbling like flames. The wolf king also showed an excited look in his eyes when he saw this situation. When he reached his level, it was too difficult to find a considerable opponent. Today, he could finally fight happily.

The two human and demon pets also stared at each other, one in physics, one in magic, and one in mount, one in one in one's own right. The other was free and had the final say on what to do.

The long-necked Beast blessed a wind-type level 4 magic agility technique on its owner, and then covered him with a level 6 defensive magic wind wall. After rushing in front, Istanbu, the dwarf king of Moandin, finally met the wolf king Heb, who was attacking at high speed.

There was no fierce collision, but the move was fatal. If the battle between Yanan and Kanji was a collision of power just now, then these two people were simply comparing their understanding of martial arts and their realm. The wolf king was cautious in his character, soft in his marksmanship, and while defending himself, he gave a few sharp shots from time to time; Istanbul was generous in character, but his moves were not very open, but delicate and agile. He was screaming on his lips, giving people a strange feeling.

One was the wolf king, the other was the dwarf king, each with tens of thousands of subordinates. When these subordinates saw their kings fighting together, they all cheered hard. For a moment, cheering, cheering, and screaming sounds came one after another, which was very lively.

In fact, the strength of the dwarf king is slightly higher than that of the wolf king, but the difference is not much. But now Istanbul suffers a little when facing the wolf king. Because he has to guard against the wolf king's attacks and guard against the sneak attack of the two-headed wolf. His level nine-level beast can send out some magic to help him, but low-level magic is useless to such strong men, and the chanting of advanced magic takes time. Therefore, there are always some intervals in the middle, and it is more difficult to deal with two aspects during this period.

The wolf king saw the opportunity and stabbed him. Istanbul narrowed his eyes, took a step back, and turned around. The axe blade of the giant axe happened to be lifted onto the body of the gun. He was originally at a loss when he was on the weight of the knight's gun, but he was immediately swept away by the giant axe.

When the dwarfs and the Taurus heard this, they shouted loudly, and the werewolf became nervous and watched with concentration. In fact, the confrontation between the two masters, these ordinary soldiers could not understand the mystery at all. Sometimes they could not even see the route of the two moves. They just used whose weapon was opened by the other party and who took a step back to determine the form on the field.

Istanbul saw the wolf king's gun slightly diagonally, and waved his other hand, and the giant axe roared and ran away from the white two-headed wolf.

Like the orc races, dwarves are all known for their great power. Now Istanbul is a high-level swordsman. The power of this full-strength axe can be imagined. If it is cut down, even a level nine-level divine beast will be cut off. Seeing that the situation is not good, the wolf king immediately raised the long hair on the neck of the white two-headed wolf. The white wolf understood it, kicked the front paws and raised its upper body high, avoiding this fatal blow.

The two of them fought back and forth for a long time, and each had dangers when they were alive, but they could rely on their strong strength to save them in time. Bass, Vanna, Yanan and the other three generals of the Wolf tribe were all warriors, so they were naturally unwilling to miss a minute or a second for such a peak duel. They all stared at them with wide eyes, which was quite helpful for their own improvement.

Other masters, such as Kempbe and Moroney, also watched with concentration, and they could also see the master's understanding of the realm.

"when!"

The two people's weapons collided head-on for the first time since the beginning. After the sound, both of them stopped, looked at each other, and returned to their own camps.

This strange behavior made everyone feel inexplicable, so they all looked at the two of them in confusion.

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Chapter completed!