The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Hamilon paused, and then said: "This time, there are six people participating in the selection of the leader. I believe that everyone, like me, is eager to see the competition between them, and accept this test with wisdom and strength. The following I announce that the six pre-selection leaders who will participate in the battle will be invited to enter the ring, and we will arrange opponents by drawing lots."

"Damn it! Talking so long is like farting."

A ten-meter-tall golden Behemoth cursed angrily, and that rough voice struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt.

This Behemoth is recognized as the number one master of the orc race, Behemoth King Gardner.

Behind King Behemoth, in addition to following more than 100 golden Behemoths, the chiefs of the four major tribes also brought their masters to watch the selection of the leader.

If King Beamon can be successfully elected as the leader, then their orc race can completely rewrite history and become the most powerful race on the mainland.

"Respected Behemoth King, the fate of our orc clan is in your hands."

The tauren chief, the green-skinned wild-blood orc chief, the bear-human chief, and the beautiful snake-human chief with a human face and a snake body all came up together and bowed deeply to King Beamon.

Among the orcs, Bimon has always enjoyed the rights of the royal family, and Bimon's status is very noble and proud.

King Behemoth laughed loudly and said: "This time, this king will personally take action, let these human beings experience the true strength of our beast race, you don't have to worry, just watch my competition."

"Gardner."

The gentle and calm voice of the high priest came, and she was seen walking slowly from the crowd to King Behemoth, staring at him quietly with deep and bright eyes.

"My lord priest."

Seeing Wo Luofenen, King Bimon hurriedly restrained his arrogant and unruly expression, and his attitude became extremely respectful. He bent down and asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"

Woluofen slowly stretched out his right hand, tapped the center of King Beamon's brow with his slender index finger, and said, "Go, my child, and protect you in the name of the prophet priest of the orc race."

King Behemoth shook his body, his heart seemed to be burning with flames, and he said simply, "Yes!"

After the words fell, King Behemoth straightened his back, his thick legs slightly bent, and suddenly raised his breath, his body flew straight to the top of the mountain like a projectile.