Previously, Zoro had heard the City of Mercenaries talk about the arena on the streets. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past three months, 5ooo beasts and 3ooo slaves, prisoners of war, and criminals have been organized and driven to "perform" and fight. During the period, it was interspersed with the duel between two B-level mercenary groups.

This bloody battle between man and beast and man and man actually lasted for 1oo days, until these 5ooo beasts and 3ooo human lives killed each other and died together. A B-class mercenary group was all killed before the carnival ended.

It is no wonder that some people say that as long as you grab a handful of dirt on the gladiatorial ring and put it in your hand, you can see the blood stains printed on your palm.

Zoro leaned down and grabbed a handful of dirt, scarlet moisture, just as it had been rumored. Coming to the City of Mercenaries with the purpose of punishment, the god of the sky is happy to water this piece of soil with more 'nutrients'. However, Zoro prefers to use the blood of mercenaries to moisten the soil under his feet rather than the blood of beasts.

"Roaring ――――――――"

A roar from the wyvern caused the two hundred war dogs to flee back to their cages without looking back.

The countess's face turned pale from the spasms of her heart, and it seemed that the roar just now had stopped her heart for a moment.

The genuine Long Wei let more than a hundred war dogs grab their tails and run back to the dark kiln.

Let the two war bears, foaming at the mouth, fall to the ground. The roar from the top of the food chain makes this farce look very comical.

The spectators in the stands could only hear their arteries in the temples on both sides, beating like two hammers, and the breath coming out of their chests seemed to be the sound of wind coming from a cave.

Later, this roar of the mercenary arena attracted nearby residents.

It also gradually attracted the attention of several mercenary groups nearby.

"What's going on here? Who are they? "A middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, his eyes were blazing, and his eyes were staring directly at the hundred mysterious gold-armored warriors in the arena.

The countess shook her head, "These warriors seem to have appeared out of thin air. They were arrogant and didn't seem to be thinking about getting out of the arena alive. ”

"So, even you don't know what these people are trying to do?"

The middle-aged man seemed dissatisfied with the countess's response.

The countess glanced at the middle-aged man and replied coldly, "Either they are a group of arrogant mercenaries, or they may be from the Imperial City......"

"You mean, they're warriors sent by the Empress?"

The countess nodded, "Hmph, I can't think of any other warrior other than the warriors of the Imperial Temple who can have such might. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be very disdainful of the countess's inference, "Even what, with a hundred warriors, you want to show off your might in the city of mercenaries?" ”

"Harrietin. Bring the elite 1oo of my Talon Mercenary Regiment and teach this group of arrogant Templars. ”

Hearing the order of the regiment commander, a sturdy warrior next to him immediately led the burly mercenaries of 1oo without saying a word into the arena in front of him.

A breeze gently blew Aaron's cheeks and sideburns, and a battle intent from his heart slowly rose from the bottom of his heart and gradually filled his whole body.

From his point of view, the number of people in the vast arena around him gradually increased.

"Teach them a lesson!"

"Talon Mercenary Regiment. But the BSP of the City of Mercenaries; "Make money, bet, bet!"

Watching as a hundred burly mercenaries armed with heavy weapons such as tomahawks and heavy hammers, entered the arena through the sluice gates that had been pulled up. Zoro always sat on a soft war bear, glancing at these mercenaries with disdain.

"Twenty to fight! Solve the battle quickly! ”

Twenty Chosen Templars, one stride, out of the ranks.

Whew-Whew-

"Get out of here and die. Mercenary City is not the place you should be. ”

The mercenary with the horned helmet was like a mad lion, sucking and roaring loudly, making a deafening sound.

A gust of wind blew. First, one of the Chosen Templars raised his hand abruptly. The whole spear-throwing action was swift like a monster moving like lightning in the dark.

With a "whoosh", the other party's voice stopped abruptly.

As the blood beads splattered with blood splashes, they splashed in all directions. Twenty Chosen Templars rushed to their 5x opponent without saying a word.

The battle has only just begun, although all of these mercenaries have excellent killing skills. and vigorous skills.

But there was a sound as if the whole burlap was being torn. The members of the Eagle Claw Mercenary Regiment appeared in a short time, and their whole body was covered in extremely thick blood.

As one mercenary member after another fell to the ground, the surviving mercenaries were terrified. The audience began to boil.

"Templars?"

"Is it really a temple?"

"Strong, it's just too strong!"

"Ah, look—"

The noise fell silent for a moment, and one of the Chosen Templars slashed at the top of Hariddin's head with a sword, and the other Chosen Templars gathered up their dying mercenaries and watched indifferently with their spears in their spears.

Harrydin raised his tomahawk and pushed hard, blocking the Chosen Templar. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he slashed out at the lower abdomen of the Chosen Templar.

Unexpectedly, the Chosen Templar jumped behind him with a slight leap, stirring up a cloud of dust and landing steadily.

And just as he crouched down as he landed on the ground, he swung his knife and slashed a cut in Harriedin's leg, and the thick armor failed to protect him, spilling a splash of blood.

Hariddin turned in pain and picked up his axe from the bottom up, picking off the sword of the Chosen Templar.

However, the blade that had just been picked off suddenly swung towards Hariddin's neck.

Hariddin was a little flustered, and he kept turning his wrist, finally unleashing the fast and ruthless sword of the Chosen Templar, and kept stepping backwards.

The back-and-forth of a few exchanges seemed uneventful, but only Haritin on the court knew best how quickly the focus and power were drained in the seemingly mediocre movements of the two sides.

"Is this the Templar?" Hariddin gasped, stared at the other man's butcher knife and began to walk around him casually. It's like a lion, looking at its bleeding prey under its paws.

Everyone could tell that Harrietin might not be able to survive another round. Hariddin would not fail to understand this, nor would he question his imminent fate.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Spectators and gamblers don't care who you were before. When the weak side is about to be killed, all the voices come together, like the Grim Reaper blowing a trumpet.

Gamblers who have lost money hope that this disappointed deputy head of the regiment will die soon. As for the way he died, it was naturally more tragic and the more hateful!

Amid the excited shouts of the audience, Hariddin turned his head sideways and glanced desperately in the direction of the stands, and shouted to his regimental commander, "Eagle Claw Mercenary Regiment, get me revenge!" ”

Immediately after, the tomahawk fell from his hand to the ground, and a glittering sword passed over his neck.

The action of the Chosen Templar warrior cutting off a head was done in one go, cleanly.

………………

"You, why are you stopping me?"

Above the stands. The leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment stared at the countess viciously. Squeeze a few words out between your teeth.

"I'm sorry, Captain Hado. The arena has the rules of the arena, and besides, you think you'll have time to save the life of your deputy commander from a hundred warriors? ”

The countess turned her head sideways, "The challenge is escalating, now you can send two hundred people up." But I advise you not to do this, the other side can slaughter a hundred of your people with twenty people, and you must wait at least until ten battles later, and then lead all of your people to go up for revenge! ”

The leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment was furious. But being able to become the head of the regiment proves that he is not an irrational person. Hado stared at his men next to him and shouted, "Go and gather all our mercenary members and assemble in the arena right now!" ”

As if intending to increase the difficulty of the challenge, the countess sent two hundred slaves up. The third time, she still arranged for 300 slaves to go up.

Her eyes swept and analyzed the origin of this group of mysterious warriors on the field. and their purpose. The Countess believed. These people came here in the most savage way, definitely not to send them to their deaths in public.

"Go and ask Lehman and Jayne, the two mercenary captains, and tell them to seal off the arena." The attendant standing on the right-hand side quickly retreated. Before the situation is clear and expanded, all the countess can do is to gather two B-class mercenary groups. Six thousand mercenary warriors came to prevent an emergency.

All the gore will be covered up over time, all thanks to the dust.

It covers the earth with dead and withered life. Hidden beneath that layer of uncovered gauze were countless bones......

Brush brush brush, the Chosen Templar slashes out four times in a row. The movements are unusually fast, but the whole process looks as simple as practice. The blade of the sword suddenly turned, and then the head flew up, without mercy, without hesitation, without even a pause.

Simple and crisp killing, no decent resistance. Even a fool can see that a group of slaves alone is simply sending them to death. However, for the audience, such a bet could not be more painful, and nine times out of ten won the money.

"Lord Earl, you can't continue to send slaves. The entire arena poured into 50,000 people, and everyone was betting on them to win. According to the rules of 10 to 10 for the challenge, if this continues, we will lose a lot of money. ”

In fact, without being reminded by the attendants, the countess knew that they could no longer be allowed to continue killing.

As the person in charge of a large 'casino', in order to make money, she has no more or no less in her hands, and always has a few killer tools to turn the tables.

"Fourth, four times the opponent. I remember that there would be no less than four hundred ogres in our kiln. ”

Hearing the countess's painless order, the people around her shivered. In the fourth game, as soon as he made a shot, he was a big deal.

When the arena wanted everyone to announce that they would send four hundred ogres into the arena, the audience fell silent.

Ogre -- No matter what kind of ogre they are, they generally have half of the blood of trolls, although they do not have the organizational ability and intelligence of trolls. But it is more savage, ferocious, and even bloody than trolls.

For ogres, in addition to the love of gold, eating fresh flesh and blood is their only pursuit.

Bloodlust is its instinct to allow an ogre to tear off a hundred slaves.

"Roar~~~~"

In the horizon, the ogre stretched out its thick arms, making the slightest sound, clenching the steel fists wrapped in layers of chains, every movement, every step, seemed to smash into everyone's heart. Not to mention, there are four hundred ogres, which is equivalent to the number of a low-level mercenary group.

Under the gaze of novelty, excitement, enthusiasm and other eyes, the ogre, who had officially entered the venue, turned his fleshy bump-like head and scanned the surroundings. They grinned and let out a bloodthirsty roar that made the air tremble.

Savage, ugly, hideous. This makes people even crazier.

From that gaping jaw, everyone could clearly see that the ogre's teeth were so sharp that there was no doubt that they could help the ogre, tearing a man into pieces of flesh like a saw.

"Am I not mistaken? The arena has driven out all the ogres! ”

"It's madness! Oh, although it's only ten to one, but there is no suspense, all in the ogre! ”

In the hearts of all viewers and gamblers. The status of ogres is unquestionable, and in this arena, these ugly and ferocious beasts have shattered and devoured the flesh of countless challengers.

Its power and ferocity have long been obvious to all.

"I buy the arena to win! All-in! ”

"Ten silver coins, bet on the arena to win!"

In a place like the Arena, there is no shortage of gamblers.

In an instant, the noise of gamblers occupied most of the noise of the arena.

And the people who were still on the side of the Templars before, at this moment, they couldn't help but fall to the side of the ogre. After all. There is money to be made, and no one is unwilling to do things.

Four hundred ogres, their bodies bulge large lumps, with different colors, equivalent to the muscles of human bodies, full of explosive power.

And their broad, flat noses, purple eyes with white pupils on the left and right, and other menacing expressions. It stimulated the enthusiasm of the audience even more.

"Long live the King of Mercenaries! The Great Arena will win! ”

In the midst of this annoying drum noise, Zoro's perspective is cold and proud, with contempt and disdain. Four hundred ogres. Without exception, all are males.

Having fought against creatures like ogres, a male ogre who does not have the ability to manipulate vassal monsters like females. It just looks powerful. In addition to its huge, ugly, greedy appearance, and bloodthirsty, physical attack habits.

And as we all know, female ogres cannot be driven.

"Bang, bang, bang," the different breeds of male ogres in sight. As if their target had finally appeared, the purple eyes with white pupils locked onto the 'Holy Order Warriors' on the field, and the roar of the earth became more and more rapid in an instant, and the dust of the entire ground under their feet seemed to be shaken. (To be continued.) )