"Kara~" With the sound of the iron chain, cold and damp, as if there is no ray of sunshine all year round, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the underground prison, the dazzling light made Zhuo Ao can't help but squint his eyes slightly, a white man in armor stood at the door with a frown, and said in an impatient voice: "Black-haired boy, it's your turn!" ”

"Roar~"

A loud wolf howl resounded through the sky, accompanied by a faint scream mixed with excitement from outside, in the darkness, Zhuo Ao raised his head indifferently, the soft light in this dungeon that has not seen the sun all year round seemed a little dazzling, squinted his eyes slightly, slowly stood up, and the shackles locked on his feet made a rattling sound.

Every time he came out of the underground prison, which was dirtier than the toilets in the countryside and smelled worse than the garbage dump, Zhuo Ao had a feeling of going to heaven, greedily breathing a few breaths of fresh air, his eyes gradually adjusting to the light of the outside world, and allowing him to see the scene around him clearly.

This is a place similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, the surrounding stands are crowded with spectators, those creatures named nobles, at this time have no image, shouting with all their might, at this time, they have taken off the disguise of the upper class, just a group of beasts who want to watch the killing to satisfy the ** in their hearts.

A group of noble ladies who should have been dignified and reserved on weekdays were also flushed at the moment, and kept shouting, and their noble temperament had long been gone.

At the edge of the arena, not far from Zhuo Ao, only the corpse without a head is still steaming, in the center of the Colosseum, is a circular arena, a huge wolf-shaped creature, is biting its prey, vaguely can see the outline of a human being, but it has been unrecognizable, the head has been separated from the body at this time, rolled to a change, and even the body was bitten by the giant wolf in an inhuman form.

The blood on the ground was still flowing, and there were still some human flesh residues on the white teeth of the Sensen.

Zhuo Ao glanced at the strong slave who had fought with him in the dungeon over a piece of dirty black bread a day before, but now there were no bones left, but there was no expression in the slightest, even he himself was surprised, I don't know when he had become able to ignore death.

This scene has been repeated many times in the past year, from the initial vomiting and panic, to the gradual habituation, calm and final numbness, from inexplicably crossing into this world, becoming a fighter in this Colosseum, this is a nice way to say, but in fact, the so-called fighter is actually to please these nobles, at the cost of his life in exchange for the slave who can't even eat his stomach.

More than 360 days a year, almost every day in this boring and cruel life and death on the edge of life, such days, I don't know when, is the end, Zhuo Ao inhaled a breath of cold air fiercely, and a determined look flashed in his eyes: "You must live, escape from this damn place!" ”

As if discovering a new prey, the giant wolf gave up the already mutilated corpse, a pair of wolf eyes, flashing bloodthirsty and crazy light, Sen Sen's white teeth kept rubbing, making a tooth-sour sound, and slowly walked towards Zhuo Ao, the soldier who opened the door to Zhuo Ao, at this moment has long been gone, Zhuo Ao just held the heavy anklet, slowly forced towards the vicious giant wolf, originally cold eyes, emitting a scorching light.

A look of surprise flashed in the giant wolf's huge eyes, and the human in front of it gave it a sense of danger, and in that seemingly emaciated body, it seemed to have a power that made it tremble.

In the center of the Colosseum, there was a high platform, and a middle-aged white man in a straight dress began to explain passionately: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a special day, this fighter I think everyone is no stranger, he is the king of our Colosseum, a mysterious black-haired boy known for his wildness and ferocity-Zhuo Ao!" ”

As the middle-aged white man spoke, those people on the viewing platform boiled, and one by one they frantically waved the bills in their hands, shouting Zhuo Ao's name......

"And his opponent today is a second-order demonic beast that was just captured from the demonic wolf's lair yesterday - the wolf of the wind, which already has the ability to release magic, although it is only a second-order demonic beast, but its combat power, everyone can see, has exceeded the scope of ordinary beasts, and our king, the black-haired boy who miraculously survived in the Colosseum for a year, can he still maintain his undefeated record in the face of the ferocious and cunning demonic beast?" With the middle-aged man's subdued commentary, the atmosphere of the scene climbed to the top.

Zhuo Ao, as the party concerned, was not affected by this fanatical atmosphere, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

Warcraft, a strange and familiar rank, before coming to this world, as a netizen and a professional player, was no stranger to this word, but after arriving in this world, he struggled at the bottom of this world as a slave at the beginning, and it was impossible to have the opportunity to understand this world, and it was not until today that he knew the existence of Warcraft, which made him a heart, and at the same time shocked, there was a faint trace of excitement.

And this wolf-shaped demonic beast, it is not difficult to guess from the words of the middle-aged man that the second-order demonic beast is not particularly powerful in the group of demonic beasts, but the dangerous aura that it exudes, Zhuo Ao believes, even if the ten wolf kings are combined, they may not be its opponents.

The wolf king is the most powerful creature Zhuo Ao has ever seen in the Colosseum, known for his bloodlust and brutality, and even the tiger known as the king of beasts has lost the majesty of the king of beasts in front of it, Zhuo Ao has several fatal wounds on his body, which are left by the wolf king, if it weren't for his special body, I am afraid that he would have said goodbye to this evil world as early as the first time he met the wolf king.

There is no retreat, because there is no way back, in this Colosseum, as a so-called fighter, Zhuo Ao knows this very well, at the moment of walking on the Colosseum, if he retreats or has the slightest fear, it will represent the favor of death, around the Colosseum, the guards holding sharp blades are not pretentious, he has seen several powerful fighters easily cut down by a guard.

Their seemingly bulky big sword, but it can send out an air blade attack like the sword qi in martial arts novels, these fighters and the other party are not at the same level at all, fleeing, just a dead end, at least Zhuo Ao knows very well that his current self is absolutely impossible to survive even a second in the hands of those guards, although he is several times stronger now than when he first came to this world.

If you retreat and die, if you fight, you may still have a glimmer of life, and he is not hopeless, it is with this belief that not only did he not die in this harsh environment, but also miraculously spent a year.

Up to now, Zhuo Ao has forgotten what fear is, looking at the giant wolf in front of him, there is a burning heat in his beast-like eyes, that is the desire for blood, the persistence of survival, it is with this persistence, as well as his own strange physique after crossing, not only did he not die in the cruel Colosseum, but in the battle again and again, let the will be sublimated.

"Gollum~"

The demon wolf's throat made a low swallowing spitting sound, this demon wolf had been hungry for several days, although it had eaten a human just now, but compared to its huge size, a slave who was starved to the bones could not satisfy its huge appetite at all, but had just aroused its appetite.

The Colosseum was filled with the murderous aura left over from countless bloody battles of life and death and the bloody aura in the air that had not yet dissipated, constantly provoking its ferocity.

Calmly looking at the strongest creature he had encountered so far, Zhuo Ao did not dare to be distracted in the slightest, in battle, negligence also represents death, this is an experience that has been exchanged for blood countless times.

Some spiritual beasts are very sensitive to the breath of danger, and as a higher-level demonic beast, even if it is just a demonic beast at the bottom of the warcraft food chain, the wolf of the wind has a sense of smell of danger that is a hundred times greater than that of humans, and it can feel a trace of its terrifying aura from the person in front of it, which is the murderous aura that gradually condenses its hands stained with the blood of countless lives, and stares at Zhuo Ao with the same vigilance, the huge wolf body is centered on Zhuo Ao, constantly coiling, looking for opportunities.

"Heh~" A sneer flashed in Zhuo Ao's eyes, as if he was laughing at the other party's timidity, and he hooked his index finger at the wolf of the wind lightly.

The wisdom of the monster could not decipher the meaning of this gesture for the wolf of the wind, but the undisguised contempt and mockery in the other party's eyes understood, and he roared angrily at the other party.

"Roar~"

A beast is a beast after all, and was easily aroused by Zhuo Ao's anger, and took the lead in attacking, the thick and powerful two hind legs kicked the ground, leaving a series of afterimages in the air of the huge wolf body, even with Zhuo Ao's eyesight and reflexes honed by countless battles, it could only capture a vague trajectory, and the speed of the demon wolf was not proportional to its huge body at all!

"Snort~"

In a short distance of less than ten meters, with the incredible speed of the demon wolf, he pounced on Zhuo Ao's side almost instantly, relying on instinct, he slightly sideways his body, a sharp pain in his shoulder, and a blood arrow shot out with countless exclamations, Zhuo Ao let out a muffled snort with a calm face, but he did not retreat, a trace of bloodlust and madness flashed in his eyes, twisted his waist and exerted force, and a punch slammed into the soft abdomen of the demon wolf, but it was empty, after the demon wolf's blow, there was no nostalgia, and he instantly flew ten meters away, With a playful gaze, he looked at Zhuo Ao provocatively.

"Heh, I was molested by a brute!" The corners of Zhuo Ao's mouth pulled up a smile, very hideous, the sharp pain from his shoulder, not only did not make him afraid, but made the blood in his body boil even more, Zhuo Ao didn't know if he continued like this, would he become a perverted masochist, but at this time, he couldn't care so much.

Tearing off the broken fabric on his shoulder, revealing his strong and strong muscles, he stretched out his right hand, looked at the demon wolf with the same provocative gaze, and hooked his index finger again, the real battle has just begun!