Just as Jiang Feng was about to see if Morrison would still stand up steam like he did just now, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Feng Xinhong behind him!

"Bang!"

A flying arrow was easily broken by him. Turning around, he saw that it was the only remaining member of the Orcs, Leicester.

"It seems that you are not going to surrender either." Jiang Feng shrugged, holding the [Hammer of Light] slowly towards Leicester.

"ah!"

With Leicester's scream, the audience in the stands couldn't help but discuss.

"Another solution?"

"One hammer Superman?"

"If they hadn't fought so fiercely just now, I would have thought it was a food abuser."

"I am a fan of Captain Jiang! I think he will definitely become a leader like Lu Zhiyao in the future."

"I feel so too. I don't know which Knights he will join in the future."

"Then you have to ask, it must be the hand of silver."

"That's not necessarily the case. I think the Knights Templars are also good."

"No matter how good it is, it is not as good as the Silver Hand. That is the reputation it made during World War I and II. Can those rookies now compare to the Knights?"

"Rookie? I said you don't speak so loudly if you don't have the education, okay? Do you know how many good things the Knights Templars have done?"

However, the two's quarrel was soon overwhelmed by the cheers of other audiences, because Jiang Feng and the others who had won had already walked to the ring and began to wave to them.

In this way, this orc friendly match ended successfully. Of course, this perfection is only for humans.

In the VIP hall, Ottoson's face had turned completely green, and he knew that he would definitely be finished after he went back this time.

"Mr. Ottoson, this is a wonderful game, isn't it?" The middle-aged man walked up to Ottoson and smiled and said, stretching out his hand to him.

Helplessly stretched out his hand and shook the middle-aged man, Ottoson said, "I want to see my team members."

"Light." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

When Ottoson left, the middle-aged man looked at Yan's team outside the window, which was being cheered by the audience, nodded and said, "Jiang...feng, it seems that he will inevitably hear his name frequently in the future."

...

"Bang!"

In the distant orc continent, an orc who had just watched the broadcast punched the TV and turned around to a burly green-skinned orc, saying: "Grantham, I said that I shouldn't have let Ottoson lead the team this time. He is just a troublemaker!"

Grantham looked at his TV with some distress, ignored Walsh's words, but sighed: "Oh, it seems that the people from the TV factory will get rich tomorrow."

Walsh pulled his right hand back and said, "I will compensate you one tomorrow."

Looking at Walsh's angry look, Grantham patted his shoulder and said, "Our players performed well, right? This time, it was indeed a great talent for humans. That human paladin has the only talent I have seen in my life."

"Do you still have the intention to praise humans?" Walsh picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured several sips of ale into his mouth. "Do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Isn't it just a few riots? It's just a small problem. What I'm worried about now is another thing."

Just as Walsh was about to ask what was going on, a two-pony orc orc walked into the house and said, "Chief, the messenger who went to the trolls is back."
Chapter completed!