"Oh, oh, oh, oh......, look what I see? A mighty human, a fierce musket, I bet it will be written into epic! The old dwarf shouted excitedly, and the audience finally gave some face, and looked into the arena. The main thing is that the M1 rifle made too much noise just now, and it drove away everyone's sleepy bugs. And the rate of fire of this rifle is so unexpected, there is no shortage of knowledgeable dwarven masters in the audience, but even these people, most of them think that this musket is constantly spelled with some kind of spell - this kind of weapon has been used before, but you must know that constant spells on weapons are also very difficult technical work for many ** masters. This makes this type of enchanted musket expensive and not worth promoting among musketeers. Otherwise, Diego's musket would not have been forcibly snatched by these dwarven craftsmen, and it would have been dismantled into parts to study its secrets.

"The blood of the gladiators is already boiling, their killing is already unbearable, this time, who is their opponent?" Gristone roared passionately, as if this was the only way he could go back to his glory days, "We're going to see the jungle lurkers with the power of Venom!" Their claws, their fangs, will show us what it means to be primordial evil! ”

"Rejoice, gladiators' battle for advancement, survive and face our ultimate challenge. After this duel, it will be revealed! The Adjudicator shouted wildly, and he turned back and headed for the preparation room. The audience's interest was finally aroused.

But the second gladiatorial fight didn't start right away, and everyone had to wait for a few Black Iron Dwarves to clean up the dead diggers' corpses. By this time, the dead bugs had become a disgusting mass covered with yellow-green slime, which looked colorful and disgusting. The dwarves tried hard to get them out of the way.

"Shall I come this time, man?" Taking advantage of the time he waited, Masrae whispered to Diego. After going underground, they have been sneaking around, and they don't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, which makes the elf boy suffocated - the handsome and roaring battle, the joyful and dripping passion, the second middle school boy doesn't love it? To be honest, he can't wait to have a good time.

"Okay." Diego casually said that he knew what his opponents would be next, and he didn't think those opponents could pose a threat to the Night Elves.

The dwarves didn't get rid of the huge bug ball in the end, they simply rolled the big ball to the edge of the arena - let's wait until the gladiatorial fight was over, the arena was full of beasts that needed to be fed. Truth be told, sometimes, the Black Iron Dwarves are just that wayward.

After they left, the thick iron gate rose again.

This time, the adventurers' opponents were soon in the spotlight, four or five tabletop-sized lava spiders, much larger than their counterparts in Scorching Canyon, but that's all, these elemental stowaways didn't even know how to spit silk, and they didn't have fangs like Griston claimed. Truth be told, they are nowhere near as powerful as they appear on the outside.

After the cushion just now, the audience began to devote their attention to this upcoming gladiatorial fight. And Masrae didn't disappoint them, and with a deafening roar, a massive beast appeared in the middle of the field.

The audience was completely blown away, and the change was completely beyond their understanding. The spectators in the front row even got up from their seats and climbed to the very edge of the upper stands, intending to get a good look. You know, even the oldest Black Iron Dwarves here have not necessarily seen the Night Elf Druids, an ancient profession from the continent of Kalimdor across the sea.

The lava spiders that rushed into the field glanced around, and then without hesitation, they pounced on the behemoth in the center of the field. Their IQ is not enough to discern the danger of their opponents, which may be the source of their tragedy.

After experiencing the wolf bèi in Segan Stone, the Night Elves clearly knew how to deal with these arthropods, and the hunt for lava spiders in the Scorching Canyon had given him plenty of experience.

The transformation of the giant bear is the best way to deal with these spiders. With a single charge, he overturned all his opponents, and the bear's slap was almost crushing the spiders, whose minions couldn't even bite through his thick fur.

"Puff, puff" The sound of several worm skin cracking sounded, and the giant bear ended the battle with a ** juice, he took less time than Diego just now, and the audience didn't even see what was happening, and it was over as soon as it was a qiē.

There was an uproar in the audience. The strength of these challengers is clearly beyond their imagination. They guessed in their hearts that the silver champion would be able to deal with these two guys, and they wouldn't let their bets go down the drain. Just then, the door to the preparation room opened again. Gristone the Adjudicator reappeared.

"It's finally time for the long-awaited moment, and it's clear that these prisoners have proven that they have what it takes to take on the challenge, so let's welcome our first Golden Gladiator, Champion of the Year, Orc Gorosh-"

His voice was long and sounded hysterical, but the crowd was completely agitated, and there was a commotion in the stands. But they're more because of the guy who is about to appear, the man who has surprised and shocked them countless times over the past few years.

There was no doubt that this was a big surprise, and gamblers felt a lot more reassured. You know, generally speaking, the first time a challenger enters the arena and encounters the Silver Gladiator Guard, it is already the limit. The current arrangement of appearances is simply a clear warning that everyone has a shady store, but except for the two challengers in the field, who cares, the black iron dwarves only care about their bets and don't disappear.

"Gristone obviously doesn't like these two men either, maybe he's betting heavily on them to lose," many of them guessed hopefully, sometimes, people always like to think on the bright side, and the Black Iron Dwarf is no exception, but I have to say, this guess has reassured them a lot, "Now, the gold in the money bag won't run away with long legs, right?" ”

At the deafening shouts of Gristone the Adjudicator, the room opposite Diego on the other side of the amphitheater slowly opened. Out of that darkness, a tall figure emerged. It was an orc, and he didn't wear or depict any tribal insignia that Diego could recognize.

Diego's heart "chuckled", he knew who this orc was. If he had a choice, it would be the last opponent he wanted to face.

The orc walked into the arena like a war machine, not like a living, breathing being. He carried a pair of battle axes cross-carryback behind his back, and looked at the two adventurers indifferently, he didn't even glance at the black iron spectators in the stands.

But the Black Iron Dwarves apparently ate this, and they shouted in admiration. Many people raised their fists and stomped their feet to greet the orc with a tremor in the stands. To be honest, under the high-pressure enslavement of the fire demons, the arena is already one of the few places where the Black Iron Dwarves can vent their emotions to their heart's content.

The orc stood there, bent in the upper body, looking more like a rock than a dwarf.

His outfit was clearly patchwork - he wore a cloth hood on his head, gray-green chain mail on his body, and a leather shoulder guard with an iron nail buckle on his shoulder. Wearing a pair of inconspicuous high-waisted boots on his feet should not be a good thing. The only thing that stood out were the two battle axes in his hands. The two axes are so huge that they look like two large kitchen knives with their backs fixed to wooden handles. It is said that the two axes were specially forged for him by the Dwarven Master Smith by the Adjudicator Griston, and they are also etched with orc runes that can stimulate bloodlust.

Diego couldn't help but swallow - among the aces of the Arena of Order, this orc was the one with the most restrained hunter abilities. This orc warrior is incredibly fast, and is good at dodging slowing skills such as frost traps, and once it is glued, it is extremely difficult to get rid of, and it is simply a hunter's nemesis.

In fact, this orc was not captured here, on the contrary, he came to the territory of the Black Iron Dwarves on his own. Even Gristone the Adjudicator was stunned when he saw the orc—the orc who claimed to be the cultivator Gorosh had reached his arena by himself, and made a crazy request to stay and practice. Gristone immediately realized that the big blue-gray skin guy in front of him was not a general, and made him the trump card of the arena.

The facts also proved his vision, this orc was almost entirely born for battle, and could be called a fighter jet. In the thirty-nine gladiatorial battles he participated in, he shone in the entire arena of order with a complete victory. It is worth mentioning that none of his opponents in these thirty-nine gladiatorial battles survived, and all of them were crushed, the most complete of which was a dwarven shield defender, whose thick black iron armor helped him to keep a whole corpse, if not counting the head that was cut in half.

The orc walked into the middle of the field and removed the twin axes from his back. He staggered his axes and struck a face-to-face pose. Diego didn't see a hint of timidity or conceit in his eyes, and to be honest, if there was something in his heart, this orc wouldn't be alive now. He looked cautious and confident.

Diego knows that this kind of opponent is the toughest to deal with. But before he could tell his teammates not to be careless, the druid bear had already launched a reckless attack.

Although Diego had already told Masrae not to rush forward head-on so as not to block his shots, the Druid Bear still pounced ferociously at the orcs, facing Diego from the front, with his back to Diego.

However, the giant bear's attack was in vain, and the orc wielded its twin axes like a whirlwind, and the giant bear couldn't even get close, let alone attack the opponent.

After a dozen seconds, the orc's whirlwind slash finally stopped, and he stood still, but probably because it was spinning too fast, he staggered a little dizzy.

"Good opportunity, now!" The Druid Bear was overjoyed, and he roared, roaring, and pounced on it, swinging his claws at it.

"Stop, it's a trap!" Diego shouted, but it was too late, and the bear had already pounced. In a hurry, Diego opened fire, but the shot missed the orc, and the bullet flew over his head and sank into the arena walls.

Diego's eyes were split, and he watched as the orc warrior spun around and slid past the bear. He wielded his battle axe and slashed at the bear's ribs. Although most of the bears' vital points are in the chest, being slashed in the ribs by this sharp tomahawk is enough to cause serious injuries.

But the Druid Bear's massive body was now bloated and sluggish, and the orc's battle axe slashed behind it, and even though the elf avoided his ribs at the last moment, the sharp battle axe still left a terrifying wound deep in his back.

The orc's technique was ingenious, he dragged and sideways the battle axe when the blade of the axe reached the enemy, and it was this blow that had the effect of a lethal blow, and the irregular wound could not even be closed, let alone healed, due to the hindrance of minced flesh and rotten skin.

The bear let out a dull roar of pain and rolled toward the sidelines. But the orc had no intention of pursuing, he turned his head and looked at the hunter coldly, undisguised the killing intent in his eyes.