Kargas reached for the stone, the only thing left of his benefactor, his left hand locked to the base of the wall, and his right hand was not long enough.

But it was nothing, he felt that he could reach the stone, even if it was to rip off his left hand, it didn't matter, he had had enough.

In three days, he had won the last three gladiatorial battles, and now he was locked up here when he should have been free, and he should not have believed the ogre's promise in the first place.

Thinking back to a few years ago, although there were only a few days of good free time, that wonderful feeling, like a drug addiction that can never be stopped, made him unbearable, and he did not want to be locked up again.

With his right hand extended, Kargas struggled to hold on to his hope, his left wrist already in the shackles and began to bleed, but he didn't care.

With the sound of a bone cracking and dislocation, Kargas's hand was still far from being able to touch the stone.

Izzy walked into the moonlight, used the wolf's nose, pushed the stone to the top, and put it into the hands of Kargas, who looked at the transparent wolf soul in front of him, and was curious for a moment, and stopped caring about anything else.

Nothing is more important now than being free.

Under the gaze of the wolf spirit, Kargas gripped the stone in his right hand and smashed it into his dislocated left hand.

Kargas's face didn't change, as if it wasn't his left hand.

Boom! The slave's magical mark is shattered.

Boom! The ogre's shackles could no longer imprison him.

Boom! He was overjoyed, he was about to be free!

"Ahh

All the Hundred Slave Gladiators in the circular space looked at Kargas in the moonlight, and there was some kind of glint burning in their eyes.

Kargas glanced at the bloody stone in his hand and threw it hard in front of the slave gladiators.

"We want revenge!"

The slave gladiator reached out and grabbed his salvation.

Izzy walked up to Kargas and punched him with his nose, and Kargas looked at the creature who had helped him, and he didn't quite understand what it was.

With a burst of light, the wolf soul reverted back to its original type, and Izzy stood in the moonlight shining through the entrance of the dungeon.

Kargas was dumbfounded, looking at Izzy's familiar face, and Izzy smiled.

"My friend, I'm here to save you again. ”

Cagath was overwhelmed, thinking he was hallucinating, until Izzy reached out and put his hand on his shoulder.

Sensing the big hand, Kargas smiled as well.

"Thank you!"

The Hundred Warriors who broke free from the shackles, there were sixteen people in this room, including Kargas, and most of the gladiators under ninety victories were held in the other cells.

Sixteen of them gathered in the moonlight, and Izzy drew a simple map out of the sand on the ground, telling them that they could get out of the city and get weapons and food there.

"We must give priority to obtaining weapons, and it is best not to alert the ogres until we are armed, and when you have armed ourselves, our troops will be divided into two groups, one will cause chaos and kill and set fires, and the other will join me and occupy the gates. ”

"When creating chaos, try to have the less combat-capable gladiators gather materials, food, water, and weapons, and if you can, get a few ogre-trained split-hoof oxen to carry supplies. ”

"Remember, you don't just have to complete your revenge, you have to get a new life of freedom, you know?"

The orc gladiators nodded their heads, and Izzy smiled, then, let's get started.

With that, Izzy and Kargas took the lead and walked up to the ogre guard who slept like a dead pig.

Izzy drew his devouring sword, ready to kill him, but suddenly thought about it again, handed it to Kargas, and said with a smile:

"First blood, you?"

Kargas laughed too.

"It's a great honor. ”

Izzy and the orc gladiators opened the prison doors one after another, but instead of helping them to untie them, they had to make their own choice, whether to be locked here and wait for death, or to pursue their freedom.

The stone was already red with blood, and almost all the orcs chose to crush their left hand, except for a few orcs who were too weak to speak, and Izzy unshackled them, poured saliva, and left them alone.

Now is not the time for a woman's kindness, bringing the old and the sick will only allow the ogre to catch up with them, and Izzy can only help them here.

Izzy's plan was spread by ten, ten, hundred, and all the gladiators had a fire of hope burning in their eyes, freedom beckoning to them, and anyone who stood in their way would be crushed to pieces.

Quietly walking out of the gladiatorial arena, Izzy led sixteen warriors of a hundred battles, and quietly approached the weapon shop that Izzy had once seen, which displayed the ogre's crude weapons, most of which were still stolen.

Let the warriors of the Hundred Battles clear the way from the gladiatorial arena to the arsenal, and all the gladiators are armed.

Izzy looked at the vengeful ghosts and nodded to Kargas, who stepped forward.

"For freedom!"

Collectively chanting slogans, the team quickly divided into two groups, Kargas with six warriors and a large army of several hundred, began to kill people and set fire to the city, causing chaos, and Izzy led ten elites to the city gates.

During the day, Izzy had observed the gates of the Hammer Castle, which were divided into two levels, one with a double-leaf iron door on the outside, and the other on the inner side with a steel gate and iron bar.

At this point, both doors were closed.

Izzy directly divided into two ways again, all the way to the gate, and he himself rushed to the tower with six men, only there, the iron gate could be raised.

There were two guards standing guard at the door, so that the four warriors of the hundred battles could be counted as worthy of them, and Izzy was just in case.

With a burst of lava, Izzy blasted open the tower's thick wooden door and struck straight inside.

"Kill!"

When Izzy saw someone, he slashed, and the black and red knife light flew in all directions, and if he touched it, he had to cut off his hands and feet, and open his intestines.

The ogre defenders had just woken up, and before they could come to their senses, Izzy had killed them all the way.

As soon as one of the ogres lifted his stick, Izzy cut off his head along with the stick, and the ogres above the tower became alert and took up arms.

Izzy was not afraid to kill them all, and he and all the gladiators had to die in this city.

With a shield on his head, he lowered himself and overturned an ogre, and with a push, he lifted his body and threw the ogre's body down the stairs with a knife after slashing his throat.

Izzy led the way to the top of the spiral tower.

He felt that his current state was very peculiar, his blood was boiling, and his strength was infinite, but he did not lose control, every time he killed, he became stronger, and the divine power of the enemy devouring knife began to gradually manifest.

The round shield swept from right to left, and the impact angle of the shield sparked a string of sparks on the wall, and with a bang, smashed into the face of an ogre, fanned him down the stairs, and then blocked the attack of another ogre in front of him, and turned his body low, cutting off the ogre's thigh with a knife, and kicking him down with a kick, the height was about the height of the third floor, and the ogre was like a blooming bright red flower, blooming on the stone ground on the first floor.

With a battle cry, Izzy struck the top of the tower, where six ogres were still guarding the landing mechanism of the Iron Gate, and Izzy rushed forward with a roar.

His speed was unprecedentedly fast, and his shield was like a cannonball, smashing on the shield of the first ogre, and the ogre was also holding a large shield, but he couldn't stop Izzy's impact at all, and was directly blown up by Izzy.

Izzy leaped up like lightning and kicked him off the tower with a volley, and with a flash of his scimitar in his left hand, he shaved off the head of another ogre on the side, and then kicked it again, and before the ogre's head could hit the ground, it smashed into the head of the other ogre.

He rushed up and grabbed the bewildered ogre's foot with his right hand, roared, and threw him in a circle at one of the ogres next to the mechanism, and before the ogre could react, Izzy strung his head together.

Drawing the Devouring Blade, and without waiting for the remaining two ogres to be afraid, Izzy spun his body, and the shield swept around with his body, and the air whistled with the shield's high-speed movement.

With a bang, Izzy slapped one of the ogres directly, stabbed him in the chest, and pressed the last ogre against him, and the shield in his right hand smashed into his neck like a guillotine, and the ogre's head flew directly out of the tower.

Izzy's face did not change, he quickly put away his weapon, and began to activate the mechanism, a mechanism that only two ogres can turn, and Izzy turned it with great ease.

The six Hundred Battles Orcs who followed behind Izzy looked at each other with some horror.

They couldn't help but ask themselves in their hearts if they would survive if they ran into Izzy in the gladiatorial arena.

The answer was almost immediately denied, and such a swift, powerful, and invulnerable orc child would have a slight chance of winning if two of them were together.

The spinner mechanism was stuck by Izzy with the ogre's weapon, and he looked back at the few orcs in a daze, and shouted:

"Eliminate all the ogres in the tower, and then guard the entrance to the first floor, Cagas will come with him when he comes with a large army, go quickly!"

"Yes!"

As he spoke, Izzy gathered energy with both hands, and a burst of lava exploded, fused with a whirlwind, and the spell shot into the sky like a firework.

On the other side, Kargas had already slain into the abode of the high-ranking war mage Molik, with a hooked blade with chains in his right hand and a sharp blade tied to his left hand, and he was full of joy that he was about to complete his revenge!

A few years ago, the ogre ended his freedom with his own hands, and now, he will end the ogre's life with his own hands.

The sharp hook blade took the flesh from the neck of one of the ogre guards, and the sharp blade in the other hand stabbed into the mouth of the ogre, who he remembered beating himself and spitting on him.

Pulling out the blade, Kargas looked around, he knew all these ogres, the corners of Kargas's mouth curled uncontrollably, he threw out the hook blade, hooked the shoulders of one of the ogres, dragged him up, Kargas used his right hand hard, threw him out, and bumped into another ogre guard, the blade in his left hand, like a cold lightning, slashed through the necks of the two ogres.

Kargas suddenly felt that such a death was really cheap for them, and they went into the courtyard, and there were slave gladiators fighting against ogres everywhere, and Kargas saw the ogre on the high platform from the vast sea of people at a glance, Molik.

It was like a volcano erupting in his heart, and he was furious, and Kargas roared and rushed over, jumping with all his might, and he jumped, it was only a two-story high platform, and it was not a problem at all.

Kargas pounced on him like a tiger, and he even saw his own reflection in Molik's frightened eyes, and hooked the hook blade of his right hand to the ogre's retarded one-eyed head, and with a force, Moric howled in pain.

It is said that the most brutal torture for the two-headed ogre is to kill one of his heads, Kargas thought about it and remembered the torture.

"It's not enough! He has to pay more. ”

Asking himself, Kargas began to torture the biggest slave trader of the ogre, and the more he tortured, the happier he became, but that sentence was not enough, and he continued to urge him to continue.

The torture, the orc slaves he captured, the orcs killed by ogres, and the orcs forced to kill each other in the gladiatorial arena, kept whispering in Kargas's ear:

"It's not enough. ”

A conspicuous flash of red in the sky drew Kargas's attention, and Kargas came back to his senses, grasping the ogre's horn and revealing a hideous smile.

"Almost, Lord Molik, let's hit the road!"

Kargas raised Molik's head, and all the former slaves in the audience shouted:

"Kargas, Kargas, Kargas!"