Hamilton paused and then said: "There are a total of six people participating in the alliance leader selection this time. I believe that everyone, like me, is eager to see the competition between them and accept this test with wisdom and strength. The following is
I announce that the six pre-selected alliance leaders who will participate in the battle will be invited to enter the ring, and we will draw lots to arrange our opponents."
"Damn it! It's like farting for so long."
A ten-meter-tall Golden Behemoth cursed angrily, and his rough voice sounded like thunder in the hearts of everyone.
This Behemoth is recognized as the number one master of the beast tribe, Behemoth King Gardner.
Behind King Behemoth, in addition to more than a hundred golden Behemoths, there were also chiefs of the four major tribes who also brought their clan masters to watch the selection of the alliance leader.
If King Behemoth can successfully be elected as the alliance leader, then their beast race can completely rewrite history and become the most powerful race on the continent.
"Dear King Behemoth, the fate of our orcs is entirely in your hands."
The tauren chief, the green-skinned mad-blooded orc chief, the bear-human chief, and the beautiful snake-man chief with a human face and a snake body walked up together and bowed deeply to King Behemoth.
Among the orcs, Behemoth has always enjoyed royal rights, and Behemoth's status is very noble and proud.
King Behemoth laughed loudly and said: "This time, I am personally taking action to let these humans see the true strength of our beast race. You don't have to worry, just watch my competition."
"Gardner."
The high priest's gentle and calm voice came, and she slowly walked from the crowd to King Behemoth, staring at him quietly with a pair of deep and bright eyes.
"Master Priest."
When King Behemoth saw Wolo's gratitude, he hurriedly restrained his arrogant and unruly expression, and his attitude became extremely respectful. He bent down halfway and asked, "What other instructions do you have?"
Volofen slowly stretched out his right hand, tapped King Behemoth's eyebrows with his slender index finger, and said: "Go, my child, I will protect you in the name of the orc prophet priest."
King Behemoth was shaken, and a fire seemed to be burning in his heart. He was full of fighting spirit and simply said: "Yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, King Behemoth straightened his back, his strong legs slightly bent, and suddenly lifted his breath, and his body flew straight towards the top of the mountain like a projectile.