The giant wooden stick swung and broke the head of the last victim, sending a red and white paste object flying to the ground 1 meter away.

The ogre panted and pulled out the broken half of the spear stuck in his body, and as he had just managed to kill his opponent, it was also stabbed in the abdomen by the desperate gnolls with his spear. In fact, it's already scarred.

Being able to fight 4 cooperating gnolls at the same time and survive in the end is not something that ordinary ogres can do. This ogre can be regarded as the strongest of its kind, and it must be a warrior who has received combat training.

This result made most people quite unhappy, and they were originally favoring the side with the larger number.

"Slave of the lowly, let the light shine on your head!"

"Go on! Go on! ”

"Kill it!"

I sat in a private room reserved for the aristocracy and watched coldly, at odds with the frenetic atmosphere around me.

Spectators are allowed to bet on both sides in the gladiatorial arena, and I only press 1 gold coin at a time, which is better than nothing, just to test my judgment of the combat strength of both sides of the battle. I have some sympathy for this ogre warrior. Maybe it's because it made me win.

As I expected, the scarred and exhausted ogre warriors were not allowed to step back.

In order to appease the anger of many spectators who had lost money, the host of the Colosseum had to make some sacrifices, and the life of a slave was nothing.

The piercing sound of the horn sounded and was deafening. But it was immediately suppressed by the anxious shouts of the audience. The tall suspension bridge slowly lowered, its long shadow streaked across the field, and the old noose creaked before falling hard.

A tall humanoid creature slowly emerged from the thick shadows under the entrance door with heavy steps, the size of which was on par with the ogre warriors on the field.

There was a rare moment of silence in the audience. But it was then swallowed up by a shrill cheer, mixed with shrill whistles.

It was covered in thick, long, thick brownish-black hair, which could not hide the tangled muscles all over its body. The fingers on the big muscular hands are actually sharp claws, and on them are a ridiculously large double-sided axe. A sharp tip sticks out from the middle of the axe, and the blade of the axe is shaped like a pair of outstretched wings, shining with a chilling cold light in the light of the demon fire. There are two half-moon-shaped cutouts on the face of the axe, apparently to reduce weight, and the rest of the axe is inlaid with several barbarian interlaced silver patterns, giving it a majestic look. The axe head and handle are cast directly together. Just wrap a thick layer of leather around the iron-cast grips to prevent slipping. The leather had already been polished and shiny.

A pair of stout legs support the massive upper body, which is different from ordinary people's legs, except for the knees, which also have a forward bending joint, which looks more like double bull legs than human legs. Underneath is a pair of stiff hooves.

Its head is a large bull's head, with horns that start at the top of the skull and extend at a small angle just below the skull, with the tips pointing upwards as it stands. The gray eyes widened at the impending killing, and beneath them were broad noses and thick nostrils, from which even breath could be seen spurting from time to time, and two rows of sharp teeth were exposed outside the large mouth.

Kuka is the star of the gladiatorial arena, an undefeated berserker. Judging by its thick fur and the extension of its horns, it is the largest of all the minotaurs.

He wears a special breastplate, his arms and legs are unprotected, and his torso is protected by a decorative metal armor. In the middle of the belt is a large black curtain, and in the center is a red demon head with huge horns, most likely the symbol of the "horned demon", the god of murder worshiped by the minotaurs. The Minotaurs believed that the "Horned Devils" created them in their own image, and that they were the chosen people of the "Horned Demons". But almost no one knows if the "Horned Demon" really exists.

Kuka stepped into the place where countless battles had taken place, and the drawbridge behind him slowly rose up.

The desperate ogre warrior struggled to support his body, raising his giant wooden stick and smashing it at Kuka, but ......

With a flash of white light, the huge double-sided giant axe almost split the ogre's stout body in half. The seemingly stupid Minotaur Berserker shot much faster than an opponent with only half a life left.

The excited cries of the audience drowned out the screams of the ogre warriors...... Perhaps the poor fellow didn't have the strength to scream anymore. The resentment of losing money vanished with the death of the ogre warrior, and the host of the gladiatorial arena made a good calculation.

The building used to look like a huge temple, but the roof was gone, perhaps there was no roof at all, and there was a ring of ancient round stone pillars around it, which were made up of several hewn sections of stone of the same thickness on top of each other, and now most of them were left behind, and several of them were pushed to the ground by an unknown force, leaving large fragments of them beside them, which became meaningless appendages.

Under the stone pillars, there were originally steps leading to the center, but now they have been converted into simple auditoriums. Manic voices come from these places, chaotic and crazy.

The gladiators fought on a wide stone slab in the center of the arena, which was irregular in shape but looked extremely thick, its surface was pitted, and large patches of dried blood could be found that made it look almost black. It sits on top of a strange circle of liquid. The liquid looks a lot like water, and when you stare at it, you can feel like something is watching you underneath it, and occasionally you can spot a few floating bones. The slate on top of it makes it even more unsettling. The four corners of the slab are nailed with thick iron bolts and chained to the stone pillars on the sides, making it look fairly stable.

On one side of the grandstand is covered with ornate decorations with comfortable seating. On either side stood a row of guards in armor and armed with spears, making the place even more unusual. There weren't as many people outside, and it was a box for important people, such as dark elf nobles or powerful guests from outside. As the commander of my Ninth Family, I can naturally sit firmly in it.

The servants stood at the foot of the steps, hooking the blood-drenched limbs of ogres and gnolls with long hooks, dragging them out of the arena and onto the strange liquid that surrounded the wide stone slabs, and immediately disappeared into them in a whirlpool, as if something was dragging the corpses down.

The trumpet sounded again, and the drawbridge on the other side descended in the slow movement of the two chains, and a team swarmed out.