The royal family motto of the White Forest in the West: There are gains and losses!

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In the arena of "Sparta~~", the echoes that were repeatedly aroused gradually became deafening. And with these terrifying 'thunders', the temple skills on the field one after another were like lightning bolts, making everyone's vision shine brightly.

It was like the end of the world, and fear was like a huge wave, passing over everyone's heads in an instant, and it was unimaginable that in less than a minute, everyone's sight was full of murderous Holy Order soldiers.

"It's a forbidden curse! This is the Void Forbidden Spell! In the midst of the chaos, the old philosophers of the aristocratic district in the arena shouted a warning to the others. His own body was so frightened that he took two or three steps back, his face first turning pale, and then extremely red. "Run, damn it, she launched the ...... ban"

Like a thunderbolt of lightning, a spear flew and knocked away half of the philosopher's irregularly twisted cheek.

So much so that his exclamation and screaming came to an abrupt end. As the eldest nobleman in White Forest City, the amazing knowledge contained in his bald head can only be rubbed into a puddle of white flowers and brains at this moment, and it is completely lost in vain.

Void Sanctuary Skill, 'Spear Throw'.

Each spear of the Spartan Holy Order warrior flew out of his hand, and with a sharp whistling, every time the light of the spear blade flashed, the target that was being taken care of was sprayed with a large number of blood beads, and at the time of the landing, the blood beads splashed in all directions with blood flowers.

"There are gains and losses!"

The Praetorian Guards shouted the royal precept of the White Grove in an attempt to extract this slogan. Absorb the last shred of courage-related boosters.

The oncoming Spartan Saint Order warriors changed their feet, stepped into their combat boots, and the enemy's Yu Yong fell into the eyes under a pair of helmets, staring straight at the White Forest Janissary Guards in front of him, the Spartan Saint Order warriors suddenly kicked their left legs on the ground, clenched their swords and shields in both hands, and their agile posture seemed to be under the opponent's spear, drawing two circles on the left and right.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the Spartan Sacred Order soldier scraped in front of the eyes of the Praetorian Guard soldier intact.

There was a pop from behind him. Suddenly the White Guards of the White Woods fell. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes fixed on the snowflakes in the sky, his pupils dilated in despair.

"There are gains and losses! Knights of the White Forest, watch my royal banner. Follow me! ”

A knight of the Servant carrying the banner of the seven-colored elk on his shoulder. Tighten the reins in your hand. Riding a horse and shouting loudly, it inspired many of the six gods and masterless knights in the arena.

It's just that the knight's shouting also catches Kratos' attention.

Under Kratos' sword. The Spartan Legion warriors who were running in parallel with the Servant Knights stared at their targets, locked onto their targets, and made a vertical leap with a "whoosh", followed by a series of difficult movements. I saw him leap into the air and lightly step on the hind hip of the horse's back. The neighing of the war horse was undecided, and the Spartan Sacred Order warrior suddenly turned his body into one, and his body fell high. In the process, the sword in his hand flashed three times in a row.

Then there was a bang, and the half-squat position fell. His feet stomped on the ground like nails, his hands raised in the air, and the blade of his sword was diagonally upward.

On the other hand, the knight who galloped in front of him, his body was crooked, and he planted his horse's back.

The Spartan Order's warrior struck the knight's barrel helmet with one sword, and two swords slashed him in the back. From the fallen corpse, it was revealed that from the depression of his head and back breastplate, there was a pool of flowing blood. As for the seven-colored Elk King Banner in the hands of the knights, it was soaked in a pool of blood and instantly trampled into rags by the pace of the riot.

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The snowflakes were baked with blood, and the soil on the arena had already turned reddish-brown.

The swirling cold wind, enveloping the cold air, still made the blood unable to coagulate.

The haze above his head could not be lifted, and the ground could be seen everywhere with unrecognizable limb parts, rubbing into the shattered armor and oozing bright red.

The general of the Praetorian Guard of the White Forest stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh, and with a clear pain, he told himself that he was not dreaming.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of lives were devoured by the dense array of Holy Order warriors.

Look at the elite Praetorian Guard soldiers, like harvested crops, dumping one by one. His face was pale, and he stood there motionless, only to feel a cold sweat running down his spine. But after a moment of consternation, he found that there was no way to escape, and as the general of the Praetorian Guard in White Forest City, he decided to redeem his last glory as a general.

"There are gains and losses! The honor of a warrior cannot be abandoned, even if it is killed! ――”

"Soldiers who flee will only leave shame on their families, and only soldiers who die valiantly will receive mercy and glory. Restructure the formation! Fast! ――”

The Praetorian Guard General of White Forest City roared fiercely, brandished his crosssword, and stabbed a fleeing soldier in the back with his backhand.

Under the deterrence of his efforts, he gradually gathered the retreating and chaotic Praetorian Guard.

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It is known that in the Spartan tradition, every man, from his adolescence to his youth, was regularly flogged to develop perseverance.

The center of gravity of the Spartan warrior who shakes the whipping will often gradually shift to one arm, and the other arm will be thrown backwards by inertia, while at the same time, one side of the body is slightly bent to control the weight of each lash.

Kratos threw out the double-chained knife, which was almost indistinguishable from the action in the whipping, but the alternating swing of the two double-chained knives, the sound of the hunting, and the screams of the continuous whipping were not comparable to ordinary whipping.

"Spartans, fearless! Spartans, never be merciful! ”

Kratos' corpse was soaked in blood, and the ground was bright red.

General Bai Shulin, the formation that he had worked so hard to put together, was cut to pieces by the double-chain knife in just a few seconds.

The tattered Praetorian Guard shape, throwing down a large body and being forced to a corner of the arena, the Spartan warriors who kept following behind Kratos, chopping blades, and sharp skills, made the eyes of every Praetorian Guard dazzled and turned the world upside down.

"Sparta~~~"

The warrior of the Spartan Holy Order, from one side, raised an incomparably fierce sword, rolled up the yin wind, and directly took the opponent's head. The Praetorian Guard general, who was standing at the forefront of the formation, suddenly heard the unkind wind in his ears, and immediately turned around and put his horizontal sword above his head, and the two blades met and rubbed out bursts of sparks.

Strength and courage were gone, and despair crept all over my heart. As the Praetorian Guard general slowed down, the Spartan Sacred Order warrior's wrist turned sideways, and the fierce blade of the sword slashed at the opponent's waist!

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(Well, the first one is served.) The author tried his best to sprint, trying to send the remaining three watches together around 11 o'clock. Finally, ask for votes and support! (To be continued......)