With a whistle, the trappers on the side of the gladiatorial arena began to act. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info they wielded a lasso, and accurately struck the beasts by the neck, and they dragged them away with all their might. Eshu frowned, he was a little confused: This is the end? Until he heard a low, furious roar, a nightmare for the Northlanders that would have sparked even the bravest ranger at the sight of its name. The Misty Mountains' famous Bearclaw Berserkers mimic its roar as they charge, and their armor even has the beast's paw prints engraved on it!

Ice Bear, Livingston, and even Pander's first beast.

A snow-white beast was placed in the arena, with dozens of hemp ropes tied to its body, but it still couldn't fully restrain its movements. As it stood up in a rage, several exhausted trappers were caught off guard by it, and if they hadn't let go sooner, they would have been torn apart. The ice bear suddenly broke free from its restraints, and the hot weather of Yanos made it, accustomed to the frozen soil of the north, roar angrily, and several young imperial nobles trembled on their feet.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! "In the stands, the crowd shouted feverishly. Although they had never experienced the brute force of the number one beast in the Northlands, they had heard of its great name. Although that death row prisoner did have two hits, how could he be able to defeat Xiong Zhen?

Can't you beat it? Eshua calmly looked at the snow-white beast that rushed towards him, yes, the ice bear was not much worse than a chicken in front of the old drunkard, and his strength enough to strangle the tiger was not worth mentioning in front of the old drunkard. The two are just half a catty to eight taels.

The next scene will never be forgotten by the countless nobles of the Empire: the young death row inmate let out a terrifying roar like thunder during a rainstorm. He charged against the ice bear twice his size, and the disparity in strength of one man and one beast collided fiercely, like a raging tide sweeping towards the reef! The roar of their wrestling even drowned out the exclamations from the stands.

"Estheu!" Someone exclaimed, and Jeno scurried out of Exit Seven, and at a glance he saw Esher colliding with the Ice Bear. He was shocked, thinking that in the next second, Aeshu would be bitten off by the ice bear. Before Jeno, who had managed to escape from the platform covered with poisonous snakes, didn't even have time to catch his breath, he immediately picked up a practice heavy sword and smashed it at the ice bear. But how much strength can a boy who is no more than sixteen years old have? Jeno banged wildly, but Ice Bear just raised his leg and kicked him aside. However, he still made a gap for Eshy, who tripped the ice bear as it stood alone on the ground with one of its feet, and then stabbed it in the throat with a sword!

"Is it over?" Elise asked subconsciously.

"No," said Kiel, "the ice bear is tenacious. This kind of serious injury that is enough for an ordinary beast to kill instantly, but it can still struggle for a while. And at this time, it is the most ferocious and deadly beast. ”

The fury of the trapped beast burst out from the ice bear's scarlet eyes, and blood was gushing from the wound in its throat, which further aroused its ferocity. It swept its palm over the unprepared Eshy, fanning him out of the distance.

Eshua fell to the sand, groaning in pain. At the last moment, he adjusted his body and blocked the bear's paw with his arm to avoid the end of a broken rib. Rao is like this, his arms have also been broken, and he has lost the strength to fight again in a short time.

The death row inmates escaped from the platform one after another, and at a glance they saw the dying ice bear, and wondered: Could it be that the beasts are killing each other? But there were no scratches or teeth to be found on the infamous beast, but the bloody mouth clearly pointed out the fatal wound.

Who? Could it be Oruba-sama's solo performance? Is it going to take us next? Several bright-headed death row inmates quickly glanced at the arena, but did not find the imposing figure. On the contrary, the two young men lying on the ground were familiar, one was Esher, who had never been in the gladiatorial arena, and the other was Jeno, the former son of the empire.

What happened? The death row inmates stared at each other in disbelief, and all that was left in the field was the blood-smelling gasp of the ice bear. Until someone abruptly fell from the audience into the arena, and in the process of falling, he accurately threw a throwing spear, which was neatly inserted into the heart of the ice bear. After recognizing the uninvited guest, to be exact, the iconic greatsword behind the visitor's back. Several of the Salion captives stepped back in fear, fear palpable.

They had reason to be afraid, and while Pander often referred to Ravenston's infantry, Fieldsway's archers, and the Empire's individual combat power as the top three jokes, the former two didn't need to be explicitly referred to to be a crowd on Livingston's Guardian Legion and Fieldsway's heavy archers. However, when referring to the Empire's individual combat power, you must add a prefix: that is, the soldiers of the Imperial Legion. The Imperial Sword Fighters who were chosen from the gladiatorial arenas would not be included. The bloody skills honed in the gladiatorial arena make them the fiercest meat grinders on the battlefield, and even the most heroic Sarion knights would not dare to go head-on to a phalanx of empires mixed with more than a dozen sword fighters, and those mad dogs will howl and rush out of the phalanx at the risk of being stabbed in the heart by a spear, and chop you down with men and horses! And Ouruba, the sword fighter of this sword fighter, Sarion has seen this man appear on the battlefield with the fiercest battles more than once, leading his subordinate sword fighters to launch a counter-charge towards Sarion's cavalry line!

Oruba pulled his spear out of the dead ice bear, and he scanned the room coldly, and every death row inmate who was hit by his bloodthirsty and violent eyes involuntarily retreated.

"Give them real swords." Uruba said, "If you can touch me, you will be free." If you hurt me, you can be promoted to sword fighter. If you kill me," a sinister smile broke across his face, "you can be promoted to captain of His Royal Highness the Prince's personal guard." ”

"Again?" Scoleroru held his head with a little headache and groaned, "Oh my God, it's this show every year, I'm not tired." ”

"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Augustana gave him a blank look.

Scoleroru smiled, kind of acquiescing. In all fairness, as strong as Scoleroru, the commander of the Shadow Legion, he has to admit that although the two are both top generals, compared to killing skills and killing efficiency, Oruba can undoubtedly throw away all the generals of the Empire. This death row inmate-turned-warrior knows a knack for the art of lion and rabbit and cat and mouse, and blends them perfectly. If killing is also an art, Ouruba is undoubtedly a grandmaster among them, and men throughout the empire will be fascinated by his skill: it turns out that he can still kill people like this!

Well-made Imperial weapons were placed in front of death row inmates. But before they could reach for it, Oruba had already smirked and rushed to a death row inmate, the wooden sword in his hand already stabbed into his lower abdomen. Oruba turned the hilt of his sword and ruffled the death row prisoner's intestines. When he drew the wooden sword again, the blade of the sword brought out dark red intestines. Oruba flicked his sword, removed his intestines, and put his backhand on the neck of a death row inmate who sneaked up on him, and then strangled the hapless death row inmate with a sharp force.

The sound of metal breaking behind him sounded, and Oruba heard it clearly, calmly taking two steps back, two short axes aimed at the back of his head missed, and his master's wrist was held by Oruba's shoulder. Unhurriedly, Oruba snatched the hatchet from the two men and turned around to cut off their heads. Then he threw the hatchet again, and drove it into the skulls of two death row inmates with their spears raised.

"That's all it takes?" Oruba smiled cruelly and lightly grabbed a death row inmate standing in front of him, using it as a meat shield to block several devastating attacks. Then he cleanly wrenched their necks.

"Let's get on it!" Someone drank it. Realizing the overwhelming power of the man in front of them, the death row inmates immediately formed a temporary alliance and surrounded Oruba. However, this encirclement was shattered under the flying sand of Oruba's foot approaching 270 degrees! Ouruba roared and broke forward, the wooden sword in his hand turned into a light brown streamer under his high-speed swing, and any death row prisoner who stood in front of Ouruba was cut flat by the rough blade the moment he saw the streamer, and many people's eyes were even hooked out by wooden thorns! Oruba strode out of the encirclement, and behind him, a dozen or so people rolled on the ground with their eyes covered and screaming.

"Oruba! Oruba! Oruba! Oruba's bravery completely detonated the audience, and all the audience cheered and stood up, and poured applause on the first brave man of the empire without hesitation. It's a pity that he is a death row inmate. Countless aristocratic ladies were lamenting, but this did not prevent them from expressing their admiration with their eyes. The martial style of the Imperials may be second only to Fieldsway, and the strong have reason to be respected.

Not at all on a par. Esher, who had recovered from his recovery, stood up, and if Oruba hadn't deliberately pursued the visuals, the carnage would have been more complete. At this time, Oruba also noticed Esher who was standing up, and he walked towards Esher. And Jeno just woke up at this time, and at a glance he saw the idol passing by. "Orubada—" he said faintly, reaching out to reach for the burly body. But his hand was cleanly chopped off as soon as it was raised. Oruba stomped on the stunned boy's throat, admiring the boy's suddenly frightened and desperate face. It wasn't until Jeno's body stopped twitching that Oruba raised his foot: "A sneak attack by a young scholar." He turned to Esher: "Welcome to the Prince's Guard." ”

Eshu smiled and glanced at Jeno's corpse. The kid didn't expect to die like this, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of his idol. His father's lonely back suddenly appeared in front of him. When Esher was just a child who couldn't even hold a sword, the bearded old Baranduk would always smile and touch his head, and say, "When you hold it steady, you can take over the honor and pride of the Baranduk family." ”

Esher did not know where the Baranduc family's honor and pride came from, and his father kept it secret. But ten years ago, he had always been imprinted in his mind about his father's undying battle, and no one knew how a down-and-out nobleman who had been drinking all day long could independently resist the combined attack of a shadow centurion and seven ten-captains. It is only at the mention of old Barandoke that the old drunkard has a solemn expression. And his father's blood-stained corpse seemed to coincide with Jeno's, and Eshy's eyes were a little dazed.

Do you want to abandon the honor and pride of your family and become a pawn of the emperor?

Need an answer to this question? This is not a problem in the first place.

"Smack" In front of 100,000 people, Eshua pulled Oruba's hand away. "Give me freedom." Eshyu looked directly at Oruba, who was a head and a half taller than him, and said coldly.

The smile on Oruba's face vanished, and he ignored Essho and turned his head to look at Kiel. The Crown Prince shook his head slightly, then made a gesture for his men to show mercy.

Oruba nodded and said to Esher, "Join the pro-guard, and I promise you freedom." ”

"It's not the freedom I want." Esher said.

"Death row inmates still want to be free?" Oruba had a contemptuous smile on his face, "Join, or join after I've beaten you half to death." ”

Eshua replied with a mocking smile: "Only a death row prisoner like you would not hope for freedom." ”

Ouruba sneered: "Yo, I'm still a nobleman, I've killed a lot of nobles, I don't know if your screams are different from them!" ”

"Then you can listen to it!" There seemed to be a fire gushing in Eshyu's eyes, and he roared and slammed his fist into Oruba's face.