I saw that between the lightning and flint, the fireball had already flown in front of Munch's eyes. The fireball spit out by the dragon bear is not a pure flame like a dragon, but more like the grease produced in the body, lit by fire, so it must not be hard connected, Munch rolled on the spot, dodged the fireball of the dragon bear, the fireball gradually lost power, fell to the ground, and scattered, forming a high-temperature sea of fire. It caused a cheer from the audience

Seeing that the dragon bear with a head missed a blow, he walked like this, looking at the cunning food in front of him, and Meng Ke shook the battle axe in his hand. Bending over, on guard, and the dragon bear guarded each other, and finally, the dragon bear, who couldn't bear the hunger, pounced violently! Unexpectedly, it was Munch, who threw away the battle axe in his hand, smashed his hands into each other, and met the dragon bear head-on. Munch first smashed his fist into the dragon bear's face, as if he had been hammered by a battering ram, and the sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly. Munch's preemptive attack shattered the impact of the Dragonbear's onslaught, while throwing the Dragonbear off balance.

Munch didn't give the dragon bear a chance to breathe, so he hugged the dragon bear's waistline. Incredibly, the dragon bear has a body that is a circle larger than Munch. Just like that, he was picked up by Munch, and after yelling, he made an arch bridge fall! With a click, the dragon bear's cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound the moment it touched the ground. The dying dragon bear lay on the ground and stuck out his tongue. Taking a big breath of air, it never imagined that the person it had originally taken as its prey would eventually become a hunter.

Munch didn't intend to let go of the dying dragon bear, as if to show off the loot, Munch lifted the dragon bear above his head. In the cheers of the audience, he used his brute force to tear a dragon bear weighing 300 pounds into two! The internal organs and blood of the dragon bear were poured on Munch's body, as if enjoying it, Munch drank the blood of the dragon bear! Once again, the audience was ignited by the bloody images, and Munch's name was shouted out again and again by the cheering audience! There are even some young girls who are suffocated by excitement. was pulled out of the crowd by his companions.

Narrator-kun meets Munch unexpectedly in the corridor where the gladiators appear. Munch deliberately bumped into the narrator's stumbling. He stared at Narrator with contempt before spitting against the wall.

"Weak explosion!"

The narrator shrugged his shoulders and showed his generosity:

"Speaking of which, my saber is still in the throat of the greenskin who said I was weak in the last one."

Munch didn't answer, just snorted, and returned to the lounge without replying, under the service of many servants. The viscount, who was sitting on the aristocratic viewing platform, was so excited that he said several good things again and again, and several nobles accompanying him also echoed him. The viscount sat back in his seat, flicked his fingers, and the maid next to him poured him a glass of red wine. After taking a sip, the viscount said to a man in the face of a mage sitting next to him:

"Master Luke, the next person on the stage is a mage who calls himself a puppeteer, you can take care of me and see where he comes from."

The mage known as Luke just nodded lightly, Luke is a resident mage living in the Viscount's Castle, and his own study has always been funded by the Viscount's funds, so that it can go so smoothly. The viscount had suffered humiliation, and he, the guest, naturally wanted to help. But he didn't dare to say much now, after all, there was a high-ranking mage sitting next door from the mage tower, and the viscount had also spent a lot of money to invite the priest of the state religion and the archmage from the mage tower to be the referee. Naturally, you have to keep a low profile.

The narrator straightened his camouflage uniform and walked out into the square, as if he hadn't heard the boos surrounding the square. He raised his hands as if he had won the championship, and Natiri shook her head heavily on her forehead. I really don't know how I met such a shameless person, but in my heart, Natiri still hopes that Narrator-kun can win neatly.

In the midst of many boos, Narrator Jun took out a small pistol from his compressed pocket, shook a few gun flowers handsomely in his hand, and just held the gun with both hands, facing the place where the beast came out of the cage. Quietly waiting.

In the dark passage, two bright lights flashed. The blood-red eyes exuded incomparable ferocity! A low purr came out of his throat, indicating his fullness, as the creature came to light. Even the audience gasped in unison. In an instant, the boos were gone, and the creature in front of him was a Longling wolf! The only giant wolf that lives in Ice Dragon Ridge and can compete with dragons without being eaten.

This kind of wolf lives in a pack, and the dragon is reluctant to provoke it, because once this kind of wolf targets you, the whole group will fight in groups, and even the dragon will be difficult to resist. In the spirit that more is better than less, the wolf hunts in the forest, and the dragon burrows deep and eats expensive metal. Peaceful coexistence. However, the captured giant wolf was visibly very irritable.

"In order to catch this Longling wolf, I have killed a lot of my men. It is said that the wolf king of a certain group is coming. The Viscount was proud, showing off to the low-ranking nobles behind him, and the group of nobles were also in line with the Viscount, saying that this giant wolf would definitely be able to kill the narrator.

The giant wolf broke free of the chains that bound him, and rushed towards the narrator like the wind, and the narrator, just lightly aimed at the wolf king and pulled the trigger, poof, as if it was a fart sound, the wolf king was hit by a liquid that was obviously a glass reagent, and after a slight pause, he ran towards the narrator more quickly, and the narrator put away the gun and then turned around and waited for the wolf king's attack.

In the surprised eyes of others, the giant wolf pounced on Narrator Jun and bit Narrator Jun's head in one bite. Natiri stood up suddenly, holding on to the railing and covering her face in disbelief, holding back the tears in her eyes, staring at the giant wolf licking and feeding.

"Huh? Wait a minute! How are you licking? ”

There is no visceral, hot-blooded, blood-pumping picture in the center of the field at all! The huge wolf king just gently gnawed on the narrator's head with his mouth, not so much gnawing as playing, licking the narrator's face with his huge tongue, the audience was a sensation, what's wrong? The wolf king, who usually drinks blood and has no mercy at all, actually shakes his huge wolf tail, like a dog pulling a sled in the far north, and is coquettish to this person!

The Grand Priest in the referee's seat threw a suspicious look at the Viscount. The viscount stood up anxiously and shook his hands desperately:

"It can't be! This Longling Wolf King was caught by me sacrificing a lot of my men, and I starved him for several days in order to play! The priest nodded, and ordered someone else to let in a normal hexagonal ox.

In an instant, the wolf king stopped playing with the narrator, and with the explosive power that the beast should have, he quickly killed the hexagonal cow and began to enjoy it, which confirmed the viscount's words, and the wolf king did not have any mercy in the process of killing the hexagonal ox. Narrator walked over and gently touched the wolf king's head, and the wolf king only snorted a few times as if he was doting, and did not bite the narrator who disturbed his eating.

The audience was amazed. Even the most trained animal trainer knew that he could not get close to the beast when he was eating, otherwise it would be regarded as a competition for food, and this wolf king did not attack the narrator when he was eating, and what was even more excessive was that this person took out a knife, cut a piece of meat from the spine of the fattest cow, put it on the stove that he didn't know where to take it out, sprinkled it with expensive spices, and ate it in front of the audience.

And the wolf king seemed to smell the smell, and stretched out his head to ask for a piece of gobble up as if coquettishly. The audience watched such a scene and didn't know what kind of emotions to express. After all, when you see a bloody wild animal like a domestic dog, the audience reacts like they have run over thousands of draft horses, and then more boos erupt. As if the boos disturbed the wolf king's eating, the wolf king erected wolf hair, grinned, and roared at the audience. However, this can only be greeted with more boos.

In the midst of the boos, the priest and mage in charge of judging were surprised by the narrator's skills, but they still sentenced the narrator to lose the game. After all, the purpose of gladiatorial combat is to kill the creature. And not domestication.

"This is aimed at me!"

Natiri stomped her foot angrily. Narrator didn't care, shrugged, and dragged the wolf king's ear back to the game preparation area. Except for the narrator, anyone who approached the wolf king was greeted with the wolf king's vigilant roar.

"Is the rule to kill? You've all heard it, don't embarrass me. ”

"How is it possible, we have always remembered the teachings of Master Mage!"

Natiri's knights raised the black iron rod in their hands and gave a standard knightly salute to the narrator, but with the clothes of this group of knights, it really can't be described as looking powerful. Even the slaves who were cleaning up the dung next to them shook their heads at the group of knights in cloth clothes.

The second game began quickly, and it was the Viscount's team that took the field first. Led by the centurion, a hundred well-armed knights entered the huge arena. The full-body plate armor shimmered in the sunlight with a dazzling metallic color. The crossbow carried behind him showed the viscount's great wealth. Each knight was armed with the same blackiron sword and a shield of equal height. Standing on the scene, lined up majestic.

On the other side of the field were Natiri's guards, a pitiful 10 men, dressed in cloth clothes that looked like they were stained with dirt. The group of people was just holding a black iron rod attached to the wood, and there was a loud laugh on the field:

"Let's go back! Before I lost my life. ”

"What are you wearing? The gadget on my head is bigger than my wife's ass hahahaha. ”

"I knew I was coming to fight with my spatula too!"

Amid the laughter and abuse of the crowd, the guards did not pay attention. There was time to prepare for the team game, and the teams on the Viscount's side, lined up neatly, quickly formed a phalanx of the front and rear teams, as if intending to attack directly, and the centurion made pre-battle speeches as he patrolled the front and back of the team, encouraging the knights to fight bravely, while laughing at the attire of Natiri's guards and the strange weapon.

And on the side of the Guards, there is not much conversation. They dug half-height pits in the ground, and the pits formed a T-shape. At the end of the straight line that came out of the eyes behind them, the four guards laboriously erected a weapon that looked a little longer and thicker. With a bang, the weapon and the buckle fit together perfectly, and the captain shook it up and down and found that there was no problem, and then turned to the other three people and said:

"Remember the mage's words, press it for three seconds, then stop, and take your time. When they're within 100 meters, you guys will come down there."

"Yes!"

The knights' answer was crisp. The captain then ran into the front team and helped the others pour sand into the sacks of burlap, and the spectators laughed at them uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha, you see they're digging a graveyard for themselves!"

"They really know that they won't survive."

Finally, after erecting strange longer black iron pipes at both ends, the battle horn was finally blown on the field, and the thick sound of the ancient horn made the viscount's team begin to advance, the distance between the two sides was about a thousand meters, and the captain took the lead in beating the war drums, rumbling drums. Combined with the captain's characteristic command sound, it shows that this team is well-trained and well-trained. The avant-garde's huge shields stood on their chests, covered with metal-skinned shields that were able to counteract the close-range shots of crossbow arrows. The team that is not in a hurry is slowly approaching their goal.

Just when the captain was thinking about ending the battle early and going home early for a drink. In the distance, with a "bang", the smoke that shot straight into the sky seemed to be something like a catapult in a curve towards the direction of the team, and then exploded behind the team, and a huge wave of air blew the defenders around, but no one was harmed. Although he was surprised by the loud explosion, the captain still laughed at the other side in order to stabilize the morale of the army:

"In such a small field, you brought catapults. Hahahaha"

The captain's ridicule caused a flurry of laughter, and even the audience laughed together. Amid the laughter, one of Natiri's guards blushed, still holding the rangefinder given by the narrator and looking at the team opposite. At the same time, the mouth kept reporting a series of corrected coordinate positions. The artillery crew behind him adjusted the scale of the mortar, picked up a mortar and stuffed it through the muzzle.

Boom! Tail smoke from the mortars, this time it was obvious that they would hit the slow-moving team. And the knight captain over there just shouted lightly and raised his shield. The whole team raised all their shields above their heads, and the mortar shells, after touching the shields, rolled to the ground. The captain, who had just wanted to continue laughing, was swept away by a huge wave of air.

"Captain! Captain! ”

In the haze, the knight captain seemed to hear someone shouting. Shaking his head, resisting the huge fainting sensation brought by the shock wave, the captain pulled away the soldiers who helped him up, and the tail of his phalanx in front of him was blown out of a blank area by the huge air wave, and several knights howled in it, but no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't save it again.

A knight with a broken arm from the explosion stood there searching for his arm from the severed limbs that littered the ground. There was a knight lying over there, still trying to breathe with his mouth open, but unfortunately his head had been separated from his body, the middle of his body had been blown to pieces, and the other man who had been rescued by the knights had his face covered in debris. The heavy armor withstood some of the fragments, but the relatively weak helmet served as the bomb's bullet armor.

"Skirmishers! Prepare for demons! ”

Looking at the small cannonball flying from the sky again, the knight captain roared out with all his might, and the knights who heard the order suddenly dispersed into pieces, and in groups of three, the five mages who followed behind them recited the incantation, and the mortar shell was bounced off by the magic shield in the air and exploded, but the air waves and fragments of the explosion still caused many people to suffer minor injuries.

The ranks were already halfway forward, and the knight captain gave the order to charge. With the help of the magician, the mortar could no longer form a good damage, and the three of them left the mortar to join the team in the half-waist pit, and the red-faced knight picked up his rifle under the praise of everyone, pulled the bolt of the gun and checked the yellow-orange-orange bullets, and his heart was immediately filled with a lot of fill.

"Thunderbolt, listen to my ......."

A mage in the Viscount's team, halfway through the incantation, suddenly a bullet slashed his jaw off, and the severe pain caused him to crouch on the ground and roll, but the second bullet that followed, made him lose his voice and stopped struggling.

"Protect the mage!!"

The captain of the knight discovers what happened to his mage. He never thought that he was still out of range of the longbow. Two battle mages have already been lost. Numerous knights with large shields surrounded the mage. However, the tongues of fire spit out from the two ends of the half-pit they regarded as self-digging graves were like whips from hell. Easily penetrated the shields of the knights, and the distorted heavy machine gun bullets still penetrated the armor of the knights, tearing their muscles, shattering their bones and taking away the lives of the heavy shield knights.

After sacrificing all the heavy shield knights and mages, the remaining thirty light infantry finally approached the squad of only twenty men. The heavy machine gun was dumb due to overheating of the barrel.

As if seeing hope, the knight captain gave the order to charge, however, twenty small tongues of fire emerged from the dirt pit, making him completely desperate.

"! Growing so big, I've never tried such a cool thing! ”

A Natiri personal guard soldier, unable to hold back his excitement, pulled the trigger stiffly, and a veteran next to him patted him on the shoulder:

"Take your time, this magic item called the gun needs to dissipate heat and reload ammo. You run out of bullets in three seconds, and the archmage will eat you. ”

"Really? Will the mage eat me? ”

The guard, who was clearly a recruit, let go of his fingers and looked at the veteran in surprise, eliciting a burst of laughter. The soldier, who knew that he had been brushed, touched the back of his head, and he smirked along with it.

At a short distance of thirty meters, like the road to hell, the knight captain was shot in both legs, kneeling in front of the pit just a few meters away from him, looking around at the soldiers around him who were slaughtered one by one. Finally he looked up and saw the black iron pipe that they had laughed at stretched out in front of him, and in front of him was a beautiful bronze vessel that flew out of the black iron pipe with flames.

The entire arena was silent. From the tragic battlefield below, the occasional cries of the wounded and wounded knights begging for mercy were heard. Natiri's guards received an order to kill them all without the audience's merciful instructions. The guards were all pale, and when they hooked the trigger, they didn't cut people with knives, which was so bloody and cruel, they just simply aimed and hooked the trigger, and when they observed such a hell up close, they couldn't laugh anymore.

With this magic prop called the assault rifle, you can only feel the impact from your shoulder, the loud noise made by the magic prop, and then the heavily armored knights who aim will fall to the ground, and they can't feel the cruelty of war when shooting. They're just a bunch of guards in charge of the princess's safety. And did not experience a real war. As they cleared the battlefield to the place where the mortar hit, they watched the knights who had broken their hands and feet, still struggling to survive and crawl away from them. Standing in the area of the mortar pit and looking at the severed limbs and corpses in the pit, several new knights could not help but vomit, some holding their guns but reluctant to pull the trigger.