At this moment, the gambling battle in the arena had come to an end, and as the two one-eyed demons were all resolved, a large group of demon soldiers began to frantically rush towards Piush.

"You want to kill my brother, dream!" Bishma roared angrily and threw the other lightblade sword in his hand. With a red glow piercing the sky, poof! With a bang, the Lightblade Sword passed through the bodies of the two upper-rank demon soldiers one after another, but there were still seven or eight demon soldiers who had already surrounded Piyush in the center.

"No!" Bishma (slave) glared at his blood-red eyes and roared, and was about to rush to the rescue, but a shocking roar erupted from the demon group on the opposite side, "Ula! It was Piyush's roar, and then the amphora warhammer flew up and down, and immediately two or three high-ranking demon soldiers were beaten to the ground, and then the remaining demon soldiers were all scattered.

At this moment, Bishma (slave) and Piyush, the two rising stars of the demon clan, have once again joined forces, and their next target is the leader of this luxury team, the troll - Bhim!

The two brothers walked side by side to the other end of the field, where the troll-Beam was alone. Click! Bishma (slave) re-closed his cupola together, but the blades of light that stretched out at the ends did not retract. In this way, they each held their own blades in their hands and walked towards the troll-Bhim.

At this moment, there was a smile on the face of Bishma (slave), which was a sneer. He has long been tired of looking down on his former master, and then compare it with the little furball he is following now. Hum! Bishma (slave) snorted coldly from his nostrils, whether it is from his family background, or his own qualifications, the talented troll-Beam, who is too much better than the little furball, look at it, the troll-Beam, can also break through on his own when he is about to fight, how can such a qualification be described in a good word?

But when it comes to the mind and the spirit of not being afraid of losing, not afraid of death, and daring, this troll-Beam has lost too much, and perhaps it is his excellent family background and his own excellent qualifications that are the biggest barrier to his development, what is this called? Maybe this is the curse of heaven. Shaking his head, Bishma (slave) put down his careful thoughts.

At this moment, these two brothers of life and death are getting closer and closer to Bhim.

"Nope! No! No! Stay back! Troll-Beam screamed in horror and held his shield in front of him, but his shield trembled from the tremor of his arm, and seeing Bishma (slave) and Piyush getting closer and closer to him, and there was no way to retreat behind him, Troll-Beam shouted to the high-ranking demon soldiers scattered around the gambling arena, "Come here! Come here, save me, or you'll all die, it's a gambling arena! ”

This is the last struggle of Troll-Bhim, yes, this is the gambling arena, only the winner can leave alive, when this sentence finally wants to rekindle the fighting spirit of those demon soldiers who have long lost their fighting spirit, Bishma (slave) said coldly to Troll-Bhim, "Yes, this is the gambling arena, but ....."

Bishma (slave) turned his head to look at the panicked demon soldiers and shouted: "I swear by the blood of gods and demons in my body, as long as you put down your weapons, I will let you and others leave alive when I am victorious, and I will never break my word!" ”

What the? Piyush was stunned by this sentence, and his heart was full of dissatisfaction, this is contrary to the ancestral teachings, only the winner can leave alive in the gambling arena, how dare he make such a promise? Involuntarily looked at the sidelines, only to see that the eldest brother Parta, who was in the rest area, was also looking at him, the two brothers looked at each other, Parta nodded slightly, his eyes were full of appreciation.

Suddenly, Piyush seemed to feel the eyes of Bishma (slave) next to him, turned his head to look, and at this moment Bishma's (slave) eyes were full of urging, well, how dare Piyush go against the wishes of the two brothers off the field and on the field at this moment.

"Ahem! Cough! Piyush cleared his throat first, and then said aloud: "I, Piyush, am also willing to swear with my own god and demon bloodline, as long as these high-level demon soldiers in the field put down their weapons, you can leave the field alive!" ”

Father! With such an oath out, these demon soldiers in the field, who had long lost their sense of resistance, dropped their blades one after another and stood on the spot. And there was a lot of discussion in the surrounding viewing seats, and in the end, all the demons invariably turned their eyes to the viewing platform on the north side, wanting to get a reply there, but Amrit never said a word, because he was also waiting, waiting for Bishma (slave) to make a final decision.

Seeing that his personal guard had collapsed, the troll Bhim shouted loudly and promised to all around, but none of the demon soldiers were willing to save him, and Bhim finally couldn't bear the psychological pressure and cried loudly.

Woo~Woo~ crying and praying, "Let me go, I'm your master......" But he was afraid that such words would irritate Bishma (slave), so he immediately explained, "I... I'll declare you a free demon now, and you have nothing to do with me anymore, okay? After saying this, he secretly raised his head and shot his gaze from the top of the shield, wanting to see what kind of expression his former little follower was now.

But what he saw was that Piyush was looking at him with a vicious gaze, and he only heard him shout: "Hold your shield steady, and go to meet the gods and demon ancestors like a demon man!" Ulla! Piyush let out a loud shout and raised his amphora in the air.

"Nope! ~" Troll-Beam screamed in horror, boom! The shield fell to the ground, and Bhim fell backwards to the ground.

"Hahaha!" Bishma (slave) and Piyush burst out laughing. In their hearts, the once arrogant guy is dead.

Hearing the laughter coming from overhead, Troll-Beam seemed to see hope for life again, and laughed in accord with the other, but the next moment, Bishma (slave) looked at him viciously and thrust the blade in his hand into his chest.

Burst! The red blade that burst out of the skyscraper slammed into the hard steely skin of the troll-Bhim, sending out a "Thorn! Stab! The sound was accompanied by sparks.

"Nope! No! No! Troll-Beam cried out in horror, pleading, "No, please let me go!" But he never dared to swing the blade in his hand at the other party, even if it was so close, and at this moment he was already so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Ahh Bishma roared angrily, and finally inserted the red blade into it, followed by another roar, and dragged his arm towards Bhim's lower body with a punching pestle. Sting! After a series of steel grinding sounds, troll-bhim, poof! A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the armor rock demon effect on his body disappeared immediately.

What's going on? Why? Troll-Beam, looking at him in horror, saw that the magic patterns around him had been completely shattered, and blood was gushing out of the wound. No! No! No! That bastard actually ruined himself. "I'm going to kill you!"

Just when the troll-Beame was finally about to fight back, he saw the blood-red eyes of Bishma (slave), and saw that he was glaring at him angrily, and the word skyscraper in his hand was slashing at his head, "No, Daddy, save me!" Troll-Beam screamed and put his arms in front of his eyes, and began to cry in public.

Burst! The pestle pierced into it with its long blade, and after a long time, the troll-Bhim realized that he was not dead, he stared blankly at the side, and at the last moment Bishma (slave) still couldn't bear the pain of the killer, just put the blade of light against his head and plunged it into the ground, but destroyed the magic pattern on his body, turning him into a waste.

After waiting for a long time, the troll-Beam finally confirmed that he was really not dead, and hurriedly shouted loudly, "I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me." "Seeing the backs of Bishma (slaves) and Piyush praying loudly.

"Humph! Woman's kindness! The mysterious man scolded loudly, and Ding Qingkun on the side also shook his head slightly, he also had the same idea, what is the use of a useless person like this to keep him?

At this moment, the blue wolf-Ancabi, who was in the rest area, suddenly received a note, and after reading it, he immediately swallowed the note into his stomach, and then slowly walked to the barrier guard, waiting for the final verdict.

Amriit, who was on the viewing platform on the north side, smiled and looked into the arena, looked at the ridiculous pig, and muttered after sneering twice, "It's all yours, but you don't want it," shrugged his shoulders, "Then who is to blame for this?" Forget it! For the sake of Bishma (slave) interceding for you, I'll give you another chance, which is worthy of your father who is the big chief of the troll clan. ”

Hehe! The little furball chuckled lightly, leaned over to the blue wolf-Ancabi and asked, "Why, is it true that my Bishma (slave) brother really has a master-servant friendship with this pig?" "His eyes were full of inquiring glances.

Blue Wolf Ankabi shook his head in embarrassment, and responded in his mouth, "I don't know them very well, maybe, maybe Bishma (slave) wants to give his former master a chance to get back on his feet, but this body is completely destroyed, so what is the way forward?" At this point, he turned his head and stared at the little furball in front of him with his eyes, with a slight pleading in his eyes.

"No, no......" The little furball was called a depressed, how to say it, and the words turned to his head again. It hurriedly waved its hand and was about to excuse itself, but before it could say this, it heard a bang not far from it, and turned its head to see what was going on? It turned out that the old chief Matthaus, who had not spoken a word, had knelt down in front of him.

I saw that the old chieftain was already full of tears before he spoke, after all, Mateus had served as the great chief of Gegengar's tent, and he had been in battle for a long time, even if Bishma (slave) destroyed the troll-Bhim's body just now, he couldn't see the meaning for a while, but listening to the conversation between Little Furball and Blue Wolf-Ancabi, he could understand the meaning of this, and that was because Bishma (slave) wanted to save his former master.

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