The giant bear reverted to its human form on the sidelines.

The Night Elf forced himself to perform a healing touch, but the wound was so large that it opened open again at the slightest sign of closing. Blood spurted out of the wound on his side like a spring, wetting a large area of the ground. He stuffed the seed of a turquoise tree of life into the wound, and then the rejuvenation spell, the life bloom, the healing touch, almost all the healing spells he could use were unleashed by him.

Well, almost in a flash, the druids lost their combat effectiveness. In a short time, Diego will have to face this terrifying enemy on his own.

Diego didn't hesitate to shoot again, but the Arena of Order's annual crown was more powerful than any foe he'd seen before. Gorosh dodged skillfully, and he walked in an irregular "Z" shape - the orcs encountered many of the opponents here were dwarven musketeers, and they were not short of experience dealing with such weapons.

Bullets hit the rocky walls, splashing sparks.

Diego fired five more shots in a row, including two arcane shots, but either missed or was deflected away by the orc with an axe, the orc's attack was as ferocious as a warrior, but the dodge was as nimble as a thief, and he even avoided a frost trap that Diego had quietly placed on the ground.

Diego felt his heart grow cold. The shadow of death hung over him like the shadow of a rock dome overhead, and for the first time he felt the despair of death looming, but powerless to struggle. He knew he had to make some changes.

As soon as he thought of it, Diego immediately decided to change his playing style, and he injected spell energy into the bullet through the bolt. It was the first time he had used this skill.

"I'll make it!" He said to himself in his heart, and then he pulled the trigger.

The gun rang out, and the red-hot bullets erupted, but at this moment, with a "ding", Diego was horrified to find that an empty magazine had jumped out of the magazine.

The bullets have finally run out.

Although he didn't know what was happening, the orc warrior could tell from the hunter's panicked expression that something was changing the tide of battle in his favor. He smirked and charged, and in his opinion, the whistling bullet did not threaten in the slightest. In fact, as he judged, when he reached the second step, the bullet grazed his ear, and if it hadn't happened, it would have hit the walls of the arena, and if it had been higher, it might have hit some hapless spectator.

However, accidents always happen in the most unlikely of circumstances. Just as the bullet passed by the orc, the magic energy contained in the bullet burst out, and a circle of violent shock waves spread out in all directions. The orc's head was visibly enveloped in the vibrating wave. Inside his body, certain organs began to resonate with the vibration wave. He felt a bout of nausea and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

The orc's body shook a little, and it looked like it had lost its combat effectiveness. But Diego knew that the orcs would never surrender so easily, so he quickly pulled out a new magazine and filled it into the magazine.

At this moment, a loud roar thundered through the arena. The Black Iron spectators in the surrounding stands were taken aback, and they craned their necks in trembling, trying to see what was happening.

“trk’hsk!” The orc shouted furiously, and he struck the tomahawk, and a scarlet aura spread out from the orc runes on the tomahawk, enveloping the orc warrior in it.

His body was completely larger, his eyes were blood-red, and he shook his head as if to get rid of the discomfort of the violent concussion. In the next moment, his scarlet eyes caught the target.

"Maggots!" He roared and charged at the hunter, faster than any previous charge.

At this time, Diego hadn't even changed his magazine.

He decisively gave up reloading his magazines and threw his rifle forward, trying to stop the enemy from approaching - he didn't even have time to put this life-saving weapon back on his shoulder. He lowered his right hand and reached for the pistol on the outside of his thigh.

But time was too late, and the orc warrior knocked the thrown rifle away with a single knock, and threw himself in front of him with a battle axe, and the skin on his face could even feel the chill of pins and needles on the sharp axe blade.

But just then, Masrae's spell support arrived. The Night Elf left behind his bleeding wound and cast a druid spell on it—the fastest of all his spells. The Root of Entanglement was supposed to require cast time, but this group version of the druid's spell was instantaneous.

The vine seeds that Masrae had dropped on the ground germinated by the spell, and a large tentacle-like vine rolled and writhed and suddenly appeared at the orc's feet, wrapping around his left foot. Although he didn't even hold out for half a second before he was torn off by Gorosh with brute force, the hunter had already managed to dodge the orc's attack by rolling over in this brief moment.

The orc warrior's empty battle axe slammed into the ground, splashing a cloud of sparks. But before he could swing the axe in his right hand and attack again, a fierce orange gun fire appeared between him and the hunter like leaping lava.

The distance between the two sides was so close that the inevitable Gorosh only had time to hold the axe to his chest, but this did nothing to change his fate. The 12.7 mm caliber high-powered pistol bullet blasted into the axe with a huge hammer-like kinetic energy, breaking the giant axe forged by Thorsilver with a single blow, and then slamming two pieces of axe into his chest. His body leaned back because of the force, and he couldn't help but snort "uh".

He heard a muffled "click" from his ribs, which was actually the sound of several ribs breaking at the same time, but it sounded like it was just a sound. But that's not all, a qiē has just begun.

Diego pressed his right wrist with his left hand to control the muzzle of the gun, while his right index finger pulled the trigger one after another, firing continuously. In this somewhat dimly lit underworld, the roaring pistol was like a thunderbolt, shining in the center of the arena again and again.

The smoke of gunfire almost completely enveloped the two men. Dense gunpowder powder is not good at all, it is powerful enough, and the residue is small, but the amount of smoke is too large.

But Diego could hear the muffled sound of a bullet hitting a human body, and he pulled the trigger until he finally shot the last bullet in the nest, the hammer striking the empty cartridge casings with a soft "click, click".

Still, Diego did not let his guard down, he put his pistol back into his holster, then pulled his bayonet from under his side and held it tightly in his hand. But let's be honest, if Gorosh hadn't died, Diego didn't think he would have had much to do. He had never used the M500 at this rate of fire, and he felt his hands numb from the recoil. This is still the body after the crossing, if it was the standard of the earthlings in the previous life, one shot would have caused a contusion in the wrist.

Luckily, when the smoke cleared, Diego saw that the orc had fallen. The orc warrior had been shot in the chest at least three times, and the chain mail had no protection at all, and along with his entire chest, there was a huge hole in it, an injury that not even a demon tyrannosaurus would survive.

There was silence in the arena, and the Black Iron audience looked at the arena in amazement, as if they still couldn't believe the result, and in their memory, this powerful orc warrior was as hard as Black Iron and as cold as ice, as if they would never be defeated. Gradually, some boos rang out like the buzzing of bees, but more cursing and scolding, accompanied by shredded bet receipts falling like snowflakes.

The small door where Diego heard them come out was opened again, and Gristone the Adjudicator came out of it, and it was time for him to declare the victor.

However, Diego did not pay attention to what the old dwarf was saying, and he hurried towards the druid. All he wanted now was that his partner hadn't died of blood loss.

But to his surprise, the Night Elf's injuries were not as severe as he had imagined. The wound only looked horrible, but the bear's thick fur and thick layer of fat reduced the power of the axe to a large extent, and it did not cut him in two. Treated by the druid's spell, the stubborn jagged wound had finally stopped bleeding and was being glued together by the germinating seed of life, but Masrae looked very pale due to the loss of blood.

"How?" Diego asked with concern, to be honest, if it wasn't for the druid's timely support just now, he would have been chopped into pieces by Gorosh.

"It's fine." Masrae said with some weariness, looking at the M500 on the side of Diego's leg with some envy, this pistol was so powerful that even a warrior like Gorosh could hardly resist its close-range bombardment. If it weren't for the Druid's doctrine that metal objects were not allowed to be worn, he would have had to make one for Diego as well.

"Well done, I gotta say, man! You saved us both! He put his hand on Diego's shoulder and twisted his waist carefully. He twisted his head awkwardly, barely seeing that the wound on his lower back had closed, that even the most superficial layer of skin had healed, and that a huge scar was clinging to his purple skin like an earthworm. But he knew that this was just a symptom, and it would take a long time for the wound to heal inside, "Let's leave, I feel like I can already move, and I need a safe place to rest for a while and take care of the wound." ”

He said weakly. His clothes were cut open, and his whole back was cold, and he was stuck to his body with blood-soaked clothes, which was very uncomfortable.

"My pleasure, buddy." Diego said with a smile. He retrieved his rifle from the ground and examined it in distress, but fortunately, it was not damaged, except for the half-finger-deep scar on the butt, which would have been cut in half if it hadn't been treated by Masrae's druid spell.

They made their way to the small door that led to the upper level of the arena, and as they passed by the corpse of the orc warrior, they paused beside his heavy corpse. The orc warrior was clearly a man with a story, but now everything was over, including his life of power-seeking. Tall, he lay quietly on the dueling arena, occupying a large area, and even looked bigger than before he died, but he did not leave any traces in this world, and even the bubbling blood was completely absorbed by the yellow sand under him.

Standing next to the corpse, Diego had to admit that he had completely lost his eyes this time - the only thing that could still catch the eye in the orc's patchwork of equipment was the high-waisted boots on his feet that he didn't think were a good thing. The boots were swarthy and unremarkable, and even the scaly armor inlays on them were matte, and Diego looked at them several times before he recognized them as a pair of fine quality chainmail boots. The Savage Gladiator's Greaves, the cleverly conceived pair of boots Diego had heard its name even in previous lives, with a soft, durable sole woven with animal tendons that would ensure silence when walking, while the upper of the boot, the upper of the boot, and the fish-scale layers of Mithril armor on the waistband of the dragon kept it strong and lightweight.

Diego looked up, and the crowd around him had clearly not paid much attention to the situation in the arena. Some of them are going to the toilet to vent the pressure of the bladder caused by the tense and exciting gladiatorial fight, some are taking out the food they are carrying and feasting, and some are closing their eyes and waiting for the next gladiatorial fight to begin. To be honest, under the high-pressure rule of the Fire Demon, what they need more is to vent the depression and pressure in their lives in the arena, and not care about who wins or loses. Oh, and of course, except for the red-eyed gamblers who have placed their bets, many of whom are still swearing.

Diego put his foot at the orc's feet and compared, and it was about the same size. Without hesitation, he bent down and took the boots off the orc's feet and replaced them with his own. Truth be told, the boots on his feet had worn out holes after a long journey.

But before the two men could enter the small door, Griston chased after them and awarded them two gladiator badges. Diego tried his best to control his expression to make himself look less excited, but in fact, his expression was not appropriate, and the Night Elf's expression of excitement was correct, because for a prisoner, this was the only way for them to pass through the Dark Furnace City, and it would not be worth the ecstasy to allow them to have a limited degree of freedom in this city.

However, Grisestone, the adjudicator, was not suspicious, he still had a lot to do, and if the prison side could not send the death row prisoners in time, he was afraid that he would have to arrange a civil war among the gladiators.

Diego and the others didn't exchange too many pleasantries with the busy adjudicator, and turned to walk through the small door. In fact, Gristone looked like he wanted them to leave.

"Find a place to stay on your own, there are empty houses in this city." He shouted at the backs of the adventurers.

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Note: Distance is the life of a hunter.