The prisoner of war camp was a huge resting ground, with neither guards nor torture instruments such as chains and shackles. The captives of the Hundred Nations Alliance www.biquge.info gathered here and waited for the draw, not only did they not look like the prisoners, but they were very excited and eager to try.

"I don't know which hapless guy I'll be in a group with, I'm ready to break his neck. The only one who is qualified to go to the altar and sacrifice his heart is me, Rohashi of the Ayubula tribe!"

"It's a pity that your heart can't reach the altar in front of me Tronich, so keep it for yourself. ”

"Don't make any noise, save some effort and fight on the altar. Look, the draw is about to begin!"

The wooden door slowly opened, but it was not the red-clothed priest who walked in, but a man with a bird pattern on his back and a face painted with oil paint, holding a black and white stick in his hand, walking to the wooden wall, throwing the stick away, sitting down on his own, closing his eyes and recuperating.

This behavior attracted the attention of the people around him, and someone whispered, "What tribe is this guy from?" ”

"Bird totem, Turançois. ”

"Isn't the whole clan missing?"

"Who knows, but look at this guy is tall and big, not like a good stubble. Look at his dick, iron!"

"Really, Turançova is good at these jingle things, but he hasn't used all iron either, has he? Did this guy steal their totem pole?"

"Let's see the real chapter on the battlefield in a while, it's useless to say anything now. ”

Everyone was whispering, and the red-clothed priest came in and said loudly, "Draw lots!"

Under the guidance of the guards, the crowd stood up in a long line to draw lots, and those who received the lots were either elated or depressed. Turançova's warriors casually drew one, glanced at it, and threw it away.

The person next to him asked him, "Hey, big man, what is it?"

He glanced at the man indifferently, pointed to his ear, shook his head, and then pointed to his throat, and shook his head.

"It turned out to be a deaf and dumb man. This kind of opponent has no glory if he wins. ”

This Turançova warrior was none other than Dak, he could not understand Nozik, and he should not hear what others were saying.

With a sharp bone whistle, the altar war for the selection of sacrifices began.

The altar was a huge square platform fifty paces square, and in the center of the altar was a huge stone mill, and from the round hole of the stone mill protruded a thick iron chain, which was rusty, but the inner side was polished brightly.

The first contestant to win the lottery jumped onto the altar, quickly chained one foot, and roared excitedly into the audience.

Dark's pupils shrank slightly: "The players who go up should tie their feet with iron chains, do they show their strength?"

The guy who tied his feet was really a fierce man, and he knocked down four people in a row before he was cut out by the fifth one with a dagger. Then the heart-snatcher also tied his feet and waved a small dagger to provoke the audience. The sixth man came to the stage and played a good javelin, with a round of javelin three throws to limit the movement range of the heart-snatcher, and the fourth shot pierced a counterpart.

The javelin man stood on the stage, tied his feet, his footing was unstable, and he was chopped into two pieces by the axe man who jumped on the stage.

All this was in Dark's eyes, and he thought to himself: "Unlike the Holy Crown War, this kind of competition can use your own weapons, and it doesn't matter if you are long-range-but you can't hold it from a distance." Moreover, there doesn't seem to be a guy who can use spells. ”

When he was stunned, the axe man had already slashed down six opponents, his eyes were red, and he was completely furious, snorting and begging for battle. Next to the stage was a thin man with a bulging waist, his hand touching his waist and swinging it to the ground, and a spotted viper crawled towards the axe man.

The axe man was not afraid of danger and cut off the snake's head with an axe. The snake man shot like a fly, and put the poisonous snake towards the altar, and the axe man was extremely embarrassed, dodging left and right, jumping his feet again and again, and after a while, the snake head was all over the ground, and his physical strength dropped very much, and he was out of breath. The snake man was overjoyed when he saw this, and continued to dig hard, but his face stiffened, and there was no snake!

The axe man laughed loudly, and before he could finish laughing, his face froze, and he fell to the ground with a bang, foaming at the mouth and twitching his limbs. It turned out that the temperature here was extremely high, the heat was steaming, mixed with the blood of the snake venom, and silently entered the mouth and nose, and he sucked all kinds of snake venom, even if he was as strong as an ox, he couldn't support it.

The snake man looked embarrassed, now he didn't have a snake left, even if he stood up, he would be killed in seconds, but if he went on like this, a crown of timidity made of rat fur would not be able to run. He thought about it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, strode towards the center of the altar, walking, his feet were not careful, stepped on the snake's teeth, one foot was suddenly swollen and translucent, he quickly cut the skin and bleed and detoxified, took out the snake medicine and put it on, and jumped off the stage happily. caused everyone to burst into laughter.

There were more than a dozen people who came on the field one after another, most of them only relied on brute force and speed to fight hard, and did not pay much attention to skills and tactics, and Dark's hanging heart was somewhat lowered.

The sun had set in the west, but George and the others were still nowhere to be seen, and Isabella was nowhere to be seen. Darker was secretly counting the time when the red-clothed priest blew the bone whistle and signaled that it was his turn. Darker tightened his belt and lifted the Helleye Morningstar to step up.

Dark's opponent is a guy with a short obsidian-bladed staff, a warrior is not like a warrior, and a mage is not like a mage. Duck came to the stage to snatch people first, and roared, so frightened that this guy's hands trembled three times, and he was beaten half to death by Duck's close-fitting hammer and kicked away. There was a shout of admiration from the audience.

This kid is awesome! Simply and neatly, three times five divided by two to solve the opponent, which is like the few just now, slimy and grinding for half a day to finish!

Duck didn't rush to fasten the chain on his foot, first circled around the chain pit a few times, and then dragged the chain all the way. The chain was very long, about seven or eight meters, and Duck tapped it lightly on the chain, calculated it, and buckled the chain.

The first to challenge him was a grim-faced man, holding a shield made of green vines in one hand and an obsidian-equipped mukawit in the other, cautiously approaching Dak. Duck didn't move, and watched coldly.

As the distance between the two became closer and closer, the opponent's figure shrank and narrower, and they were about to completely hide behind the shield, and the mukawit in his right hand also swung intentionally or unintentionally, as if he would deliver a fatal blow at any moment. Darker continued to sit on the sidelines.

The opponent stepped into Dark's attack range, and Duck let out a loud shout, rushed over with a small jump, and struck down with a hard blow. The opponent hurriedly set up a shield to resist.

Although the Helleye Morningstar did not have a sharp edge or hammer tip, it had six hard hammer edges, and even steel plate armor would be smashed out of the gap. Who knew that the shield made of rattan was actually soft! As soon as the hammer fell, the hammer head was stuck in the crack of the rattan and could not be pulled out!

Although this powerful blow made his opponent stumble, it successfully locked Duck's weapon, and his center of gravity recovered slightly, looking at Duck's head, and Mukawit roared!