"It's going to start soon." Brower tugged at his sleeve and whispered to Valella.

"I don't need to say more, I know how to do it." Valella, looking around, complained disgruntled to Broll. "Really, Broll, when will you change your verbosity. I know you've been here a few times, but I'm not a rookie either. ”

"Brower is worried about you." The red-haired man was expressionless and adjusted the bracers on his hands for a long time, "But...... Why did you wait so long this time and haven't started yet. In his heart, he felt that the feeling of standing here like an ornamental animal and being watched by the audience above him was really unpleasant. Speaking of Valella, in fact, he was also very impatient, eager to start fighting immediately, and let the blood of the battle wash away the discomfort in his heart.

"Because it's the last battle!" Broll replied with a calm smile. "This is the practice of gambling companies. Leave some time for the last gambler. ”

The man frowned impatiently, and the irritability in his heart was even worse. His gaze wandered boredly over the spectators in the surrounding arena.

At first, the three of them did not get along, and in a battle in which Valella was at a disadvantage due to Valera's carelessness, Brower almost died trying to save her, and in the end, it was the human man who saved them both. Only then did Valella put away her arrogance and willfulness as a blood elf and seriously devoted herself to this three-person team. The human man, though not a man of words, is very reliable, and his great fighting power and extraordinary agility allow him to win the game almost effortlessly. Brol even heard Rhaegar privately sigh that even if Bloody Eye met this human, he would definitely not be his opponent.

In the week-long continuous fighting and running-in, the three of them finally became comrades-in-arms who could deliver each other's backs.

"It seems that some big names are coming today." Brower also looked around, and he whispered an analysis rather experienced.

"How do you know? Where do you see that? Valera asked curiously.

Brolnunu mouth. "See the boxes in the first row on either side of us? These are special positions reserved for the upper echelons. The red ones are the tribes. The blue one is the Alliance. I saw that there were people in the red row. I don't know which high-ranking members of the tribe came. The coalition still doesn't seem to be coming. ”

A contemptuous expression appeared on the man's face: "I suddenly wondered if it would be more interesting to kill a few of the tribe's high-ranking people here......" His gaze swept towards the tribe's box.

"It's impossible, there's no way the organizers of the Scarlet Ring will let this happen. …… What happened to you? Brower noticed that the man's left hand was covering his head. He was a little nervous, already familiar with men's habits. Because men with amnesia do this every time they have a headache.

"You're not going to have another headache, are you?" Valera asked eagerly, "Damn it." How at this time? Now it's a problem. ”

"It's okay...... It will be fine when you can fight. The man lowered his hand, and the sudden pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

Why? Why did he feel so uncomfortable when his gaze swept over the woman standing in the first row? He obviously couldn't even see the woman's appearance, the woman in the Sage's suit, oh. No, red...... That's where the tribe is. That is, she is a damn forsaken.

However, he intuitively felt that the female undead was also watching him. He was more curious about the feelings that were surging in his heart than about headaches, which seemed to be mixed with surprise, heartache, and guilt.

Ridiculous emotional reaction, he licked the corners of his mouth. Ever since he was forced to become a gladiator by the thunderbolt, he either killed or was killed, and all that remained in his heart was the instinct to fight and survive*. Who is his past? He couldn't remember it at all. In addition to his fighting skills. There is no trace of the past left. So. For the first time, this emotion appeared in his heart, which seemed to him to be weak.

He didn't know. His performance was watched by the surrounding audience, prompting a huge boo.

"I'm going to get rid of the ogre! Thirty Notes!! An orc shouted.

"Look at the human seed, forty notes!" The people next to him followed suit.

"You say. Rhaegar must be old, they rose through luck to the top! There is no suspense at all in this competition! ”

"It's not great that there is no suspense. I've bet heavily on the Ogre team! ”

"What the hell! Look down on people? Although it was very noisy, the elves' ears were good, and the mere words that Valella heard in her ears were enough to make the proud Valella furious. Browl hurriedly grabbed her angrily raised fist.

"Shut them up with facts." A smile appeared on Broll's face that could only be described as gloomy. "Wouldn't it be happier to let them lose all their wives?"

"Okay, okay. Browl, you're a cunning man. Valella withdrew her hand and clenched the dagger at her waist.

"Quiet, Valera." The man had fully recovered at the moment. He looked at the constantly beating numbers on the goblin magic curtain wall in the distance, "It's almost beginning." ”

A dazzling fireworks firework was launched into the sky, and although it was daytime, it stood out in the surrounding greenery. With a "coaxing" sound, the fireworks exploded, forming a blood-red oval ring shape.

The audience was boiling.

A huge gong and drum were struck and a loud roar was made.

It's game on!

Valera was instantly invisible. The druid, Broll, took the form of a bear and rushed towards the three big ogres on the opposite side, roaring wildly. The man also aimed at the target that Broll was pointing at, and charged forward.

Thea's ten fingers clasped tightly on the railing, her eyes fixed on the human warrior. A voice in her heart kept comforting her: "It's going to be fine!" It's going to be fine! However, her body was almost collapsed from the tension, and if it weren't for the support of the railing, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand still.

Even Rondalk could see her strangeness.

"Women~ That's how it is to make a big bet, nervous. Hehe......" Although North's heart has turned a thousand times, he only hides the past for her with a smile on his face.

Rondalk expressed understanding.

The arena below is already a mess.

Valella smoothly chisels and blindfolds the relatively small ogre, attracting the attention of the two-headed ogre, and using her dexterity to draw the two-headed ogre aside.

At the same time, Brower and the man rushed to the other ogre with a mace.

The bear that Brower had transformed into slapped him on the face. The ogre roared and raised his mace and slammed it down, and Browl and the man dodged away.

"They have a lot of power." The man dodged the mace as it smashed into the dust on the ground, and he spun around to the ogre's back and raised the blade in his hand. "It's too slow, though! It's too slow! Broll, go help Valella! ”

There was a cold look on the man's face, and the blade in his hand had easily slashed into the ogre's back. Due to the ogre's huge size, the blade of the knife was inserted into most of his body, and it was stuck for a while.

Broll, who believed in the man's judgment very much, didn't say a word, and charged directly at the two-headed ogre, relieving Valella, who was already clumsy.

"The first one!" The man's hand holding the knife tore down heavily, and at the same time, he used the knife as a lever, and while his hand was strong, his foot stomped on the ground, and the whole person jumped up.

The pain was so intense that the ogre almost went mad, and he instinctively bent forward, backhanding to pull the blade out of his back.

"Behold, the movements of a human are not like they can be done by humans!" Someone in the audience couldn't help but shout. "It can't be!! Too fast, too agile. ”

At this moment, the man had stepped on the ogre's back, and with the momentum of the ogre's forward leaning, he raised his foot and stepped hard, and at the same time raised his hands high, and with his backhand, he inserted the other of the two blades in his hand directly into the back of the ogre's neck.

The action is done in one go.

It only took a few breaths before the first ogre fell to the ground, its massive body slamming into the ground with a dull thud and dust.

The man landed lightly, not wasting any time looking at the fallen ogre. As soon as he landed, he pulled out two sharp blades stuck in the ogre's body. The ogre's hot blood splattered his body red, and he narrowed his eyes, his light red eyes becoming deeper and deeper and bloodthirsty.

"Oh my God, I can't make the wrong bet!" The red-eyed audience began to stir. "Ogre!! Come on! Kill them! ”

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill the pink-skinned human. ”

When the man took out this ogre, the situation of Valella and Broll, who were facing two ogres at the same time, was not very good.

Valella was a little better at being nimble, and with Broll's combination with her, she deftly dodged the attacks of the two big dumb men, and fought back from time to time. But the rule of the arena is that poison cannot be used, and there is really nothing to be done about thieves who are good at using poison. Coupled with the fact that these two guys were too big, as long as the damage caused by the dagger to them was not fatal, they didn't care at all.

Brower, on the other hand, struggled comparatively. His bear form is to win with strength, his movements are not as flexible as Valera's, and he also relies on his bear form to have rough skin and thick flesh, and he has carried the attack for Valera several times.

The ogre's weapons are exaggeratedly large iron-clad wooden rods and meteor hammers, which are enough to choke on a single smash.

It couldn't go on like this, and Brower felt his physical strength drain very quickly. He let out a roar. "Entwined Roots!"

Several thick plant rhizomes burst out of the ground, stumbling the little ogre's feet tightly.

Valera took the opportunity to run behind the little ogre, ready to deliver the fatal blow to him.

"Lightning Arrow!" Before Valella could do anything, a bolt of lightning struck her. Valella was knocked out of the way, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the paralysis of lightning magic that kept her immobilized for a moment, and she could only watch as the two-headed ogre swung a meteor hammer at her with a smug expression.

"Is my life going to end here?" The shadow of the Meteor Hammer fell on Valera's face, and she watched as the Meteor Hammer's vision grew larger, and she thought unwillingly.