Also for Lord Lords who are eager to solve the threat of Oduin, drinking and boxing are also the best way to prove courage and ability.

"Ogra. I want to apologize to you first." The Lord's copy of the memory will not be wrong.

"To make me show mercy?" A hint of panic flashed in Ogra Storm's Fist's eyes.

"No, I'm leaving for no prayer." The Lord apologized sincerely in a tone.

"Okay, my Baron. I accept your farewell without saying goodbye, but I do not accept your apology." Ogra Storm Fist shook his fist gently: "Come on, prove that you deserve everything in front of you."

"Okay, Ogra." The Lord Lord had finished what he should say.

"Wait." Afraid of accidentally breaking the Lord of Lord Ogra Storm, he tried to punch a few times and began to wrap bandages on his fist.

On the other side of the venue, the Mela Storm Cloak, who had gotten up early, was also doing the final preparations for the Lord. The Mela Storm Cloak, who had a bath with the Lord, was filled with evil fire and was empty, and it was obvious that the little bird was dependent on others.

"Tight?" asked Mera Storm Cloak softly.

"Tight." The Lord's smile, Mela Storm Cloak understood in seconds. This was obviously praising her.

"Do you want to relax?" Mela Storm Cloak stroked the bandaged fist peak.

"No." The Lord is sure to win.

Lord Lord is fond of you and me, and I see Ogra Storm's Fist Eyes. In order to prepare for this boxing match, she obviously missed a lot.

So as soon as the drum hit the ground, Ogra's storm fist roared.

The Lord avoided sideways. Ogra, who was prepared, took the lead and knocked the Lord's defense away. While the middle door was wide open, he chased and punched the uppercut.

Continuous attack skills, smooth and unpredictable.

If the Lord Lord had been beaten away by this Shenglong boxing moment before the battle. Wu Chen, who had absorbed and integrated all the memory copies related to it, had already become familiar with Ogra's Storm Fist. He predicted her combo in advance.

He staggered back and pressed down with his palms, wrapping the Dragon Fist in his palm. He supported his arms against the fist force, and his whole body was like a broken kite being knocked away in the air.

Looking up at the opponent's flight trajectory, Ogra strode to the meteor towards the landing point. The Storm Fist snatched a position and blasted out in advance.

Before the lord landed, he would be knocked away by heavy punches. As you can imagine, even Mela Storm Cloak dared not look at it.

However, amid the exclamation of the onlookers, a white figure rolled to the ground. When I looked closely, it turned out to be the Ogra Storm Fist, which was still fierce the moment ago?

"What happened?" the female soldiers looked at each other.

What's even more terrifying is that half of the battle suit was shattered and the lightning was emitted all over his body, Ogra Storm Fist was so big, straight up and facing the sky, completely losing the strength to fight again.

Just like the snow-white lamb to be slaughtered, the man who fought against her was allowed to take the field. The Lord was ready to receive his victory reward. Of course, it was also the punishment for defeat by Ogra Storm Fist.

"You bastard, let me down."

"Ba—" "Don't move."

The two Valkyrie who had been mingling in the crowd also walked out of the arena.

"How did Ogra be defeated?" Mela Storm Cloak couldn't help but ask.

"No one can defeat my master at Songgard." Valkyrie Swinihild replied calmly.

"So that's true." Mela Storm Cloak suddenly thought of a widely circulated rumor called Songgard: "Who did the Baron desecrate besides us exiled women?"

"It won't be a goddess anyway." Valkyrie Victoria's tone was equally firm.

Until the ancient vine goddess Danica Jiechun gave a convincing answer: "From the essence of Songgard's divine realm, all the Nord heroes who died with swords are a 'divine skin' of Goddess Gine. This is also the reason why the goddess never came (in entity).

"We are all the goddess's 'skin'." Mela Storm Cloak seemed to understand.

The Nords who died with a sword will join Songgard's endless carnival.

This means that in this eternal kingdom, there is no concept of time. There is no change in the four seasons, alternating day and night. But you can still feel the "cycle of cause and effect". It is like drinking a glass of wine and a boxing match. But here is not the circulation of time, but the cycle of cause and effect.

After standing in front of Ogra Storm's tent for a long time, when the movement inside completely subsided, Mela Storm's cloak lifted the curtain and entered.

The obedient Ogra Storm Fist was wrapped in thick fur and was sleeping soundly, revealing a large piece of smooth back. The wind was clear and the clouds were clear, and the Lord, who was dressed in a clear sky, was serving the ancient vine goddess Danica Jiechun and two Valkyrie gods.

"We need another general." Mela Storm Cloak spoke empathically.

"Who is she?" asked the Lord Lord.

"Erica Skochomer." Mela Storm Cloak gave her name.

"Ah, the girl lord of Furcher." Lord Lord's adventure memory was activated again.

As we all know, Ferchrys, one of the nine capitals of Skyrim, has always been famous for his death. He has the largest cemetery in Skyrim, where soldiers fell from the Age of Mythology to the Fourth Age are buried. In the distant Mythology, the Needs were the earliest natives in the Ferchrys area, and the forest king Kostic ruled this area. It is not known whether the city of Ferchrys had been built at that time. However, according to common sense, a king must have a place of ruling.

The current documents left behind indicate that Bjarfrud Skjoralmor built the present Furchers in the First Age, but whether he built the Needs' cities, or leveled their cities, or built them on a blank space. According to legend, Bjarfrud drove away the ferocious beasts and cut down trees to build the city, and became the first lord of Furchers.

2E In 431, the Supreme King of Skyrim, Logrove, was assassinated, and the question about the heir to the throne splits the Skyrim into two pieces. Furchris supports Swat as the Supreme King and joins the West Skyrim.

After the siege of Oshinum, many orcs were scattered in the northwest of the sky, including Foxglis. The orc hero Yashnag gro-Yazgu led his people through the Geral Mountains to the Forest of Foxglis and established an emirate. Soon he pointed the front of Foxglis. Due to the silence and inaction of Swat, the supreme king of the West Sky, Yanshnag killed the isolated Lord Foxglis and occupied the city. But the lord's son Hakkvild was determined to take revenge. He challenged the champions of Janshnag and himself, and eventually defeated the opponent one by one, recaptured Foxglis, and won the Hakkvild Killer (Hakkvild).

The great name of Yashnag-Slayer. When the chieftain of Yanshnag was destroyed in 2E 467, the remaining orcs returned to their hometown in the Wrothgar Mountains in the High Rock province.

Under the rule of the Killer Lord Hackwild Janshnag, the Furcher Territory was rebuilt.
Chapter completed!