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Shocked, continued shock.

This kind of power made everyone stunned and poked there like half a piece of wood.

What the hell is going on in the world?

Who's the ogre?

This visually subversive battle makes the audience feel as if they have been struck by lightning. Until there was another 'coaxing' sound in the ears, and while all eyes continued to watch, everyone seemed to be pricked by a sharp needle, and their whole bodies were a little numb.

Another ogre was knocked flying.

Face the third, fourth, and fifth ogre siege.

I saw three pairs of fists burst out, and the fist wind that was wrapped in chains and whistled towards Aaron on the field!

All the audience held their breath, because in everyone's eyes, Aaron didn't have time to make a defensive move at this time, when he saw six fists smashed towards his head, and if these fists were smashed, no matter whose life was estimated to be there.

Aaron didn't have time to retreat, so he had to use his arms to catch the ogre's fist!

Click! Hear that.

Everyone is speculating that those arms are going to be ruined by the ogre!

Just listen to the sound. It makes people feel a burst of heart-rending pain.

However, it was actually an ogre who was screaming, and his position was misaligned, and his fist hit the fist, and the ogre's finger bones shattered.

Hit by the iron fists of three ogres at the same time, Aaron didn't feel good either.

At this moment, he felt that his arms were as heavy as iron, and he had no strength to resist the ogre's attack for a few seconds!

Seeing that their companion was injured, the two ogres became even more ferocious, and then attacked Aaron's head again!

Aaron wanted to resist, but his sore arm couldn't lift any strength at all, so he helplessly pulled it down again.

"Roll !!"

In an instant, Aaron let out a cold drink. As a demigod, he hadn't taken a few ogres into his eyes yet, and kicked forward with lightning speed.

In the countless widening eyes, the tall bodies of the two ogres flew straight out like that, and a perfect vicious dog pounced on the ground, and the whole tone came into close contact with the ground, and the friction was not short distance, and the faces of the two ogres were shaved with flesh and blood.

Huhu――――

Throughout the stands. Thousands of gamblers and spectators, watching the leader of the warriors on the field solve several ogres with their bare hands, all seemed to have dry throats, and swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva one after another.

Feeling the soreness of his arms regain his strength, Aaron took a few strides, came to the back of the fallen ogre with quick speed, grabbed the opponent's strong and full of nodules, and twisted it hard, unable to follow the exclamations in the stands. With a click, the ogre's shoulder joint was dislocated, and large muscles were torn.

It wasn't until Aaron unscrewed the ogre's other arm that the frenzied screams rang out.

An ogre is facing the fate of being dismembered. Provides an escape opportunity for an injured ogre not far away.

Obviously, even in the eyes of savage creatures like ogres, there is something unique to them that makes them feel terrified and frightened. I saw that the ogre, who was fierce just now, looked like a poor rabbit. The blood-red green pupils dilated as he stared in the direction of the gate and ran desperately.

"Want to escape?"

Aaron quickly stood up, his feet struggling. The heavy combat boots slammed into the ground, and with the help of the whole body, they rose into the air, swirling in the air, and the moment they swept over the top of the ogre's head, the two palms grabbed the ugly sticky head, twisted it hard, and there was a numb-scalp 'click', Aaron's body landed steadily a few meters in front of the ogre, and in his hand was an ogre's head.

Seeing the corpse spraying the liquid, relying on inertia, running a distance of several meters, Aaron seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he turned sideways to avoid the ogre's headless corpse and fell down.

At this moment, the people who witnessed this scene only felt a stream of blood rushing to their heads, and their heads buzzed. Unscrewed off an ogre's head with his bare hands, causing the audience to fall into their pants with a frightened heart.

Is killing the most instinctive human desire? Do people kill because they feel threatened, or because of the pleasure of killing itself?

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

In the strong, manic, shrill cries of thousands of people around.

The spears and swords of the Templars were stained with blood. People enjoy the fear of dominating those who are powerless to resist, and the ogre is an animal that is not even a sapient being.

The half-hour battle of a hundred Templars presented an intense and bloody visual treat for the audience in the City of Mercenaries Arena.

When the last ogre had blood in his throat, his wounds were already exhausted, and he fell to his knees weakly. From behind the ogre, the Templar warrior swung his sword and slashed the vicious and ugly leak, pushing the strong atmosphere in the arena to the highest point for a while!

"Long live the Spartans!"

"The Spartans are heroic, worthy of the warriors of the god of war, and the city of mercenaries cheers for you!"

"Whew! Call! Call! Call! Call! ”

The countess looked at the ogre corpses on the field and looked at the boiling people. Nodding to the attendant next to him, he followed closely, and at the edge of the arena's ten-meter-high height, tens of thousands of gold coins poured into the arena.

Four wins in a row, which is a reward for the winner.

At the same time, it is also an incentive for challengers. Because from the fifth game, these 'Spartans' will become the challenged in the arena, and the large and small mercenary groups will become the challengers.

If the 'Spartans' continued to win, the bounty was doubled. Losing tens of thousands of gold coins will belong to the challenger and earn the Terminator Mercenary Badge of Glory.

"The fifth game, one hundred VS five hundred, no matter how strong your combat power is, how long can you hold it." The corners of the countess's mouth curled, and although she was equally shocked by the bravery and prowess of the mysterious 'Spartans', she did not continue to look favorably at them. Judging by the half-hour battle, the ogres had consumed more than half of their physical strength.

"Hahahaha, don't rob Lao Tzu, the Night Mercenary Group will become the terminator."

Looking at the Night Mercenary Group. The back of the C-class mercenary leader Bloody Hoof. The Countess snorted, "Greedy, irascible orcs. But it is undeniable that the strength of these barbaric alien races is very strong. ”

The different races of orcs make their skin color between green, yellow, and gray. The appearance of ordinary orcs has strong short legs and long arms, like an ape.

Their hair is usually coarse black, ranging from dark brown to dark black to fiery red.

And many orc leaders generally have fiery red bloodthirsty eyes. This is the sign of the orc leader.

Bloodhoof is a typical leader. The heavy head was directly erected on his neck, giving him the impression of a hunched back. His brother is also said to have been a general of the Imperial Legion.

The tough, fiery red skin is very different from the rest of the orcs. A natural leader, all from the Orcs of the Warhammer Clan. From the world beneath the desert, the cavern is a lava-strewn underground world called the Flame Rift.

Warhammer Orcs are not only the leaders of the Orcs, but they are also very intelligent and sometimes cunning than the average clumsy Orcs. Like most orcs, they are very belligerent.

So much so that the whole society is based on war, and this desire for war is the expression of orc civilization.

"Roar, Spartans, where do you come from? My brother, Walter, is the general of the Night Legion. And the members of our Night Mercenary Regiment are all elite warriors from the Imperial Legion. Killing Spartans in the City of Mercenaries is not a felony, but I advise you to abandon your weapons and surrender! ”

Bloodhoof yells at Aaron. Behind him were five hundred orc warriors, all of them. Equipment, weapons of regular regiments. Just erased the imperial insignia and imprint from it.

"The Night Legion, as the regular legion of the Empire, you are deserters and traitors, and your family and friends will be executed."

Aaron stared coldly at the group of orc warriors. The tone was unusually cold.

Ten years ago, the orcs from the Wild Lands, further west of the Savage Continent, were favored by the god of war. Allow them to trade for glory through war.

"My god, the warriors of the orc race will fight for you, for the Empire! The faith of the orcs will all converge under your throne. ”

Aaron still remembers that under the leadership of Og, the orc patriarchs and priests of all sizes generally knelt under the four-wheeled chariot pulled by four war horses.

Sacrifice your glory and loyalty to the god of war.

And as a reward and gift, Aaron also gave the orcs 10,000 Kodo beasts in the blood-stained canyon corral.

Anyway, one day, the orcs actually showed their weapons to the god of war. It was an unforgivable betrayal, even though the poor Bloodhoof didn't know Aaron's true identity. But he knew that standing in front of him was a group of Spartan warriors.

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"What a joke, Spartans. This is the Age of Evil, and it has long been not an Age of Evil. Even you Spartans have joined the mercenaries, why can't we orcs? ”

Bloodhoof yelled at Aaron. He may be the first orc in the world to roar at the god of war.

Visually, five hundred orc warriors were clad in armor, but they usually had a pair of sharp fangs in their lower lip. Orcs have long, pointy ears, flat noses, and are usually turned upwards. The lower jaw protrudes so that the fangs can protrude right through the middle, and the fangs can usually grow to the point where they reach the orc's nose.

This whole appearance makes the orcs look somewhere between humans and beasts.

Orc males can have hair that can grow to the same length. These hairs are thick and messy and tend to be braided and tied back of the head. The color is often brown or black.

Many old orcs still have beards, while younger orcs tend to shave or pluck their beards instead of keeping them.

From these details one by one, Aaron can see that the members of this mercenary group are all middle-aged and elderly orcs. At the same time, this will mean that this is a group of tough orc soldiers. All of them had lived through the last full-scale war of 10 years earlier.

"Roar, I'm Bloodhoof, the Warhammer leader of the Raging Rift, Orc warriors, and today I'm going to lead you to teach the Spartans a lesson!!"

"Roar-roar-roar-"

Knock knock knock -

All war hammers and long knives. Five hundred orc warriors smashed the weapons in their hands, and the strong fighting morale and high roar were as dull as thunder. For a while, the entire arena couldn't help but look sideways at this group of orcs.

"Night Mercenary Regiment! Teach these Spartans a lesson and let them understand that their god of war has said goodbye. ”

"Orcs, kill these Spartans. They are already a school of weak, soft-footed shrimp. ”

"Dark Night, Dark Night, Dark Night!"

on the arena. Tens of thousands of people have fallen to the side of the Night Mercenary Group. As if they didn't remember at all, just now they were cheering for the 'Spartans'.

People will always love the strong.

Compared to ordinary humans, orc warriors, tall and strong, with muscles all over their bodies.

The mere appearance of orcs makes humans think that they are made for war.

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"Fight, orcs. Those gold coins are ours. Roar—"

Five hundred well-armed orc warriors were arranged according to the roar of the bloody hooves. Presents a fan-shaped offensive formation.

500 Orcs VS 100 Spartans.

A fan-shaped attack queue that can both cut enemies. It can also wrap the opponent in an instant. This is the coordinated tactic of the regular regiment.

Looking at the fan queue that was about to give up the attack, with Aaron's acquiescence. One hundred Templars, all of whom used the Battle Temple's Level 1 skill, War Rhythm (Passive).

Note on this ability: Templar attacks deal powerful damage to the target, and Templar attacks can inflict blood splatters on the target.

Since Rhythm of War is a passive skill, it is silent.

And the power of the Battle Temple skill, once the passive skill is activated, it can be used indefinitely.

While the five hundred orc warriors completed the fan-shaped formation and rushed forward with a roar, the hundred Templars formed a simple defensive formation. One in front and one in the back, two horizontal teams.

In the ensuing battle, the first moments were terrifying.

Five hundred orcs wielded their weapons. They shouted and ran, knowing so far. These beasts who are about to be slaughtered do not know what they are up against.

Orcs have good eyesight in the dark, just like dwarf dwarves. The dark vision of the orcs reflects the red and black images, just like the black and white scenes seen by other dark visions.

Orcs don't like to fight at midday because the bright light of the sun burns their eyes.

By this time, it was already past noon. The bright light was as bright red as molten iron. With a spitting light, all the orcs on the way to attack and run collectively closed their eyes.

Battle God Temple Level 4 Skill, -- God of War Banner.

A detailed annotation of the Ares Banner. Powerful Action Skill: The Templar throws a Banner of War, and at a distance of 300 meters, the Templar's Banner can be aimed at piercing through any enemy. Grants nearby allies a powerful attack speed for 8 seconds. Actively casting skills also grants Scout vision, which has a radius of 300 meters.

Huhu――――

The fifty Templars of the second horizontal team, in the middle and upper parts of the fifty spears in their hands, appeared with a phantom military banner emitting a strong light. And when these fifty spears carrying military flags shot in a straight line, they immediately pierced the hearts of the fifty orc warriors who rushed madly on the opposite side. And left the Phantom Banner in its place.

In the fan-shaped team, fifty orc warriors felt their hearts suddenly crack open, and blood spurted from the hole where their hearts were ruptured in their bodies.

For a moment, they didn't feel any pain at all, just the blood flowing out of the ruptured heart like a column of water, and the feeling of being stunned to know that they were about to die.

Battle Temple Level 2 Skill, ---- Dragon Impact. At a distance of 300 meters, the Templar's spear can aim to pierce through any enemy, and if the spell is directed at the Ares Banner, the Templar will be directed towards the banner and knock all enemies along the path into the air.

First Platoon, fifty Templars.

The fifty spears in his hand shot in a straight line, once again piercing the hearts of the fifty orc warriors who rushed and collided on the opposite side. And with the huge gravitational guidance of the Illusory Banner, the bodies of the fifty Templars were doubled in a short period of two seconds, and mercilessly smashed the fan-shaped attack queue of hundreds of orc warriors into pieces.

And a large number of orc warriors who were knocked into the air, the injured vomited blood, and the uninjured continued to dizzy.

At this moment, there is probably nothing more pitiful than a group of terrified, slain orcs. In an instant, the Templars pulled out their swords at their waists and leaned down to aim at the orc's throat.

The orcs, who were stunned and even lost their weapons, were caught off guard, and one by one their heads rolled down.

The knife glittered, and blood splattered. The neck of the Bloody Hoof, the leader of the Night Mercenary Regiment, was not actually cut off by the Templars.

Bright boots, spotless. Blood falls on it, and it only clottifies into beads of blood and immediately slides down.

This is the scene seen by the bloody hooves of the regiment commander who fell to the ground, struggling to support his eyelids.

"Huhu-hu-hu--"

He gasped and looked up at the Templar soldier standing in front of him with pleading pitiful eyes, hoping that he would not cut again.

Although by this time Bloodhoof had clearly felt that he was going to die. But in the face of this slaughtering method that wants to kill a pig. He wanted to speak, trying to tell the Templars to grant him a glorious death. Bloodhoof's eyes widened to plead, but he couldn't speak, not a word, and before he could say any more as hard as he could speak, the Templar's fierce knives slashed down at his neck.

Forgive the Templars present for not having the number of slashes. The Templar warrior was seen carrying the head of the bloody hoof, offering it to the god of war. Then Aaron lifted his combat boots and stomped them hard.

The decree of the Spartan Empire, for deserters and traitors, trample on his skull!

At this point、500 Orcs VS 100 Spartans。 In less than five minutes, the whole group was destroyed. (To be continued......)