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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 Spartan warriors?"

The countess nodded, "I can't think of any other warrior other than a Spartan warrior who could have such might." ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be very disdainful of the countess's reasoning, "What if even the Spartans want to show off their might in the city of mercenaries with a hundred warriors?" ”

"Harrietin. Take the 100 most elite members of my Talon Mercenary Regiment and teach this group of arrogant Spartans. ”

Hearing the order of the regiment commander, a sturdy warrior next to him immediately led 100 burly mercenaries into the arena in front of him without saying a word.

A breeze gently blew Aaron's cheeks and sideburns, a heartfelt battle intent 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 C-class mercenary group in 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. Aaron always sat on a weak-haired war bear, glancing at these mercenaries with disdain.

"Twenty to fight! Settle the battle quickly! ”

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

Whew-Whew-

"Get out of here and die. Spartans, the city of mercenaries is not the place for you. ”

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

A gust of wind blew. First, a Templar soldier 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 Templars, without saying a word, rushed towards the opponent who was 5 times larger.

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 soon discovered that 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.

"Spartans?"

"Is it really a Spartan warrior?"

"Strong, it's just too strong!"

"Ah, look—"

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

Hariddin raised his tomahawk and pushed it hard, blocking the Templars back. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he slashed horizontally towards the Templar's lower abdomen.

With a slight leap, the Templar jumped behind him, 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 around in pain and picked up his axe from the bottom up, picking away the Templar's sword.

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

Harrietin was a little flustered, and with a twist of his wrist, he finally unleashed the Templar's fast and fierce sword, and continued to step 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 Spartan?" 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 Templar warrior cutting off a head was done in one go and cleanly.

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"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 before it is expanded, all the countess can do is to gather two B-class mercenary groups. Six thousand mercenary warriors came to prevent the unexpected.

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, Templar slashed four times in a row. The movements are unusually fast, but the whole process looks as simple as practice. The blade 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 was flooded with 50,000 people, and everyone was betting on the Spartans to win. According to the rules of 10 to 10 on the challenge, if this continues, we will lose all the money. ”

In fact, without the need to be reminded by the attendants, the countess also knew that 'Sparta' could no longer be allowed to continue to kill.

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 and made a slight clattering 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 'Spartans' 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, Aaron'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 they had finally discovered their target, 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.

Above Aaron's eyes, the curved eyebrows looked like a deep serpentine groove. From under the heavy helmet, the eyebrows could be seen slightly raised.

Male ogres, he had experienced it a long time ago.

These powerful ogres are killing machines for ordinary people, but they are just clumsy animals that can only use brute force.

Phew――――――

The figure, which has been under the attention of all eyes and secretly guessed, suddenly moved.

When Aaron suddenly stood up from the body of the war bear, everyone's eyelids jumped.

"Go, tell the treasurer, bet on the 'Spartans' to win!"

Hearing the countess's words, the attendant next to him looked puzzled. But seeing that the countess was not in a hurry, she looked down at the ogres and smiled.

"Four hundred ogres, a hundred elite members of any A-class mercenary group can be killed, if these Spartans don't even have this strength, then how dare they challenge the entire mercenary city."

The countess's words were soon confirmed.

When the Templar who had been the first to fight an ogre was frustrated, he increased the strength of his hand and increased the speed of his sword.

In an instant, the clumsy ogre felt a slash in his abdomen, and he lost his strength, and the chains fell from his hands to the ground, and a puddle of viscera and fishy liquid poured to the ground.

"Spartan !!!"

The roar of the Templars made everyone no longer doubt that this was a group of Spartan warriors worthy of the name. It's even possible that they are from the Imperial City!

A hundred Templars, like lightning, rushed towards hundreds of ogres.

"Spartans, don't use the Templar Skill, in the most direct way, get to know these ugly creatures."

Aaron gave orders to a hundred Templars in an ancient Greek language that only the Spartans could understand. In the senses of the onlooker, this cold and hoarse syllable adds to his mystery.

The battle started again, and Aaron wouldn't scare the entire mercenary city with a single move.

Throw away your weapons, meet a bunch of ogres empty-handed, and be surrounded. The faces of everyone in the audience changed, and they all couldn't help but stand up.

Obviously, everyone could feel that Aaron was the leader of this Spartan team. But it was this mysterious leader, who was surrounded by five or six ogres in an instant, and he actually disdained to use weapons.

One of the strongest ogres took a heavy stride, swung two iron fists, opened their bloody jaws, and roared loudly at Aaron.

In the meantime, sticky, brushed saliva spit out and landed on the golden armor.

Aaron couldn't help but be furious, the power and speed effect of the Spartan King Ten Stars made everyone not see clearly, he hit the stomach of the behemoth in front of him with one knee, and then grabbed the chain that the ogre wrapped around his body, slammed, and pressed to the ground and beat him.

Bang bang bang......

Three punches in a row. How many eyeballs exploded. He actually pressed a leader-level ogre to the ground and beat him to vomit blood.

After three punches, the ogre did not show weakness and vigorously flew Aaron on his back. Somersault stood up, dodged Aaron's leg blow in a flash, pinned the ball of his foot forward, and pinched Aaron, who was flying up, to the ground, and pressed it to the ground according to the armor It was a furious two or three punches, but just as the ogre was about to punch the fourth punch.

But Aaron, who was completely fine, tightly pinched his fat wrist, and he couldn't break free.

The ogre roared in pain, but Aaron continued to use brute force, the brute force of a demigod.

Easily rolled over and lifted his boots, kicking the ogre in the belly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at least everyone is rubbing their eyes vigorously. The power of the ogre was actually no match for a small human, and it flew out more than ten meters away with this kick, and even spit out the internal organs, and it was ...... Not really!!??? (To be continued......)