"Hogg the Gnoll joins the competition."

This name was unfamiliar to Griffith, but Galadia was obviously nervous.

It is said that people in the north are often frightened awake by the cry of jackals when they reach adulthood. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot forget the nightmare that their mother warned them - if you don't obey, Hogg will eat you.

Hogg is just a nickname. The most ferocious gnoll in the Orc Clan Alliance will be given this name. His ferocious name is known to everyone from Odessa to Canaan.

He wanders around the border, bringing bloody dark memories. Legend has it that Hogg is twice the size of an ordinary gnoll. It is also said that his claws can easily tear an infantry shield in half. It is also said that his strong legs can

Easily catching up with the poor adventurers who tried to escape. But these are just legends, because no one can come back alive after facing Hogg. His name firmly occupied the headlines of the border guard's bounty bulletin board, and almost all the

The adventurers lured by the high bounty became the materials for his leather boots, cloak and tent.

Griffith glanced at the cloak that the boss put on the table. It was a cloak sewn together from several pieces of human skin, and you could even see the wailing human face.

…

On August 20th, Uluhai entered its second day. The arena was changed to a more formal arena.

The goblin who won the bet on ogres in yesterday's game was jumping up and down in the audience, and when he saw Aslante entering, he shouted——

"Despicable troll bitch and her two minions barely made the cut."

A shadow curse hit the goblin who was making obscene gestures, knocking it off the tower. The arena suddenly burst into cheers.

Griffith's third-round opponent is an odd combination.

They are a tall and burly orc assassin, a troll spellcaster wearing a robe and holding a staff with a penetrating gaze, and a human monk with a fanatical face.

"This warrior actually becomes an assassin?" Griffith exclaimed to Brunave, "He is so big and can wield two knives?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the orc on the opposite side danced with his knife. The knife flashed and flew up and down, like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain.

"You see, don't underestimate my people," Brunave laughed. "But that troll was unexpected. Aren't they all fanatical warriors and believers? How did they become seekers of wisdom?

?”

The troll spellcaster was writing and drawing on the ground. He wrote complex formulas one after another, and Griffith could even faintly hear him explaining the true meaning of arcane magic to his companions.

"You see, according to the Hill reaction equation, our attack damage will follow a function curve. It will reach its peak at T+12 and then begin to weaken. Therefore, our tactics..."

"Yeah." His companions nodded heavily together.

The human monk seemed to have a good relationship with them. He blessed his mace, and then blessed his two companions. His work was rigorous and meticulous, and while he was doing it, he explained the principle, efficacy and duration of the holy light to his companions.

After the monk's explanation was over, the assassin began to arrange tactics. He pointed at Griffith and Brunave: "Did you see those two warriors? The mage uses deceleration to control their movements, and the monk ensures our free movement blessing.

Everyone runs clockwise to keep distance from them."

Then, he drew the attack and defense positions, aiming the attack arc directly at Miss Troll Priest.

"Hey, the other side is so serious, they are going to target me!" Aslante looked at the pillar next to her, preparing to hide in and activate the shadow form.

"Game start!"

Amid the loud horns and the cheers of the audience, Griffith rushed to the face of the spellcaster, punching him and breaking his fangs and spellcasting; Brunave rushed forward and chopped down the cleric with two axes. This
Chapter completed!