Leia often came to visit the prison, which brought some joy to everyone.

They talked to each other and confided in each other, as if they were brothers who talked about everything.

Mark is recovering day by day, knowing full well that the day is coming when he will be dragged to the gladiatorial arena to "sharpen".

What should come will come eventually, and it can't be stopped.

When the cell door opened, twice as many guards came in as before.

These people were no longer arrogant, they just silently took Mark away.

Before leaving, Tucker stretched out his furry palm.

Shake each other hard, and the two will understand.

Tucker's face was solemn and solemn, "Brother, we are waiting for you to come back." ”

The deep care, as well as the worry in his eyes, made Mark's heart gush with inexplicable emotion.

The concern for Tucker was returned with the same strength of the grip and the same resolute look.

"Don't worry, I'll be back."

After finishing speaking, he took a step and never looked back.

The road winds its way through an underground labyrinth.

The roads in Kansas are not as wide as the asphalt roads in their home cities, but they still allow three or four horses to walk side by side.

There are few merchants on the roadside, but there are also places like liquor shops.

The endless flow of people shows that the country is a little prosperous.

Lizardfolk mingle with humans.

It can be distinguished not only by its appearance, but also by its walking posture.

Humans walk on the road, while lizardmen swagger through the road.

A column of soldiers passed by.

The shiny armor and neat steps are very eye-catching.

The non-commissioned officer followed behind on a giant rat.

It looks like a patrol security force.

Giant rats are comparable to horses, with a hideous appearance, and should belong to the category of mutated creatures.

Mark secretly thought that he was also tied to the tail and dragged in the first place.

But I don't know if these terrifying creatures are bred or deformed by nuclear contamination genes.

Along the way, a certain lizardman whispered to each other, pointing and pointing with disdain.

Mark doesn't care if they talk too long.

Perhaps the last fight with Naka made them recognize themselves.

I only thought that the battle we were about to face might be even more brutal than the last time.

I only hope that the knowledge in my father's chip will be helpful during this time, as well as the experience of combining Tucker's fighting experience, and then combined with my own exploration, practice, and summary, I can use it.

The gladiatorial arena was completely different from before, the area was much smaller, not to mention the crowd of spectators.

The area is not more than 100 square meters, and several stone pillars support the building.

The building is divided into two floors, with several inner rooms in addition to an entrance.

The small arena was even darker, and the flames were dancing and making people's eyes red.

Mark and his party arrived a little early, apparently a vicious battle had just ended.

A corpse lay on its back in the sand, its shoulder blades separated from its neck.

The large wound spread to the lower abdomen, the blood stains did not dry, and the dark red flesh flowers were exposed in the air.

The scene was extremely bloody, Rao is Mark has experienced the baptism of actual combat, even in the face of such a scene, he is still frightened.

A fleshball-like figure trembled and fat, and walked nonchalantly towards the corpse.

It carried an unusually large axe on its shoulder.

The great axe was extremely heavy, resting on the fat body, but it was as light as a baby.

The fat man walked to the corpse, cut off his thumb with the blade of an axe, removed the necklace around his neck, and put it in.

The necklace swayed on the fat chest, and it seemed that there were a lot of "beads", and a few fresher "beads" were still oozing blood.

The whole process is extremely skillful!

After putting it on, the fat man hooked the opponent's jaw with the hook on the back of the axe and dragged him away.

As you drag, a long blood mark is drawn on the sand.

The fat is transported to the inner chamber and hung up.

The candle shadows in the inner room swayed, stretching the black shadows into a long line, and in the jumping candle flames, it seemed to be ghostly shadows.

Mark frowned, disgusted by the fattening behavior.

Not only because of its fat body and ugly appearance, but also because of its cruelty in dealing with opponents and its disrespect for the dead.

The fat man slowly walked to a stone bench and sat down.

Placing the giant axe on his knees, he magically added an extra arm.

I don't know what it's doing.

was puzzled, but saw that the fat fat grabbed the lonely arm and gnawed it recklessly......

It shook its head like a hungry wolf.

After taking a bite, chew it recklessly.

Regardless of the drool, he indulges in the pleasure of food......

The horrific scene made Mark's scalp tingle.

Judging from its appearance and various behaviors, the flesh fat should not belong to a simple human, but may also be some kind of humanoid creature.

Cruel, bloody, gluttonous, sharp teeth, all signs indicate that it should be a carnivore.

The sumo-wrestler's fat body is naturally inconspicuous, but the knife-like ears, the short nose, and the protruding canine teeth are similar to canine characteristics.

Mark wasn't sure what kind of genetic improvement the fat belonged to, and he hated the creature in front of him.

The bell rang and another battle was about to begin.

Mark was so focused on the fat that he lost sight of who his opponent was coming.

And the fat man completely ignored the bell ringing, and gnawed at his bones.

Dragging the giant axe, he lazily walked up to his opponent, and the loud hiccups were crisp and loud.

Bulging eyes swirled, weighing how many meals his opponent would have for himself.

In front of him stood an emaciated lizardman.

The lizardmen shivered.

It seems to be frightened by the methods used by the fat to deal with the opponent, as well as its bloody, cruel, and horrific cannibalistic methods.

But judging by its gesture of holding the scimitar tightly, it is by no means so simple.

Maybe it's confusing the enemy so that it can kill the fat by surprise.

From the perspective of the lizardmen, fear is not quite appropriate, as they are equally bloodthirsty.

Although it is far from the level of fat, it will not be intimidated by this method and panic.

I'm wondering why the lizardfolk would take their own kind into combat.

I suddenly remembered that the one-eyed old lizard had said that they also have several races.

Judging from the current situation, this person should be hostile to Kansas, otherwise he would not have appeared here.

Maybe it's a prisoner, just like itself.

After thinking about it like this, I feel that things are coherent and clear.

The emaciated lizardman has a red spot on his forehead.

The red dot is not distinct, or it is a birthmark.

For the sake of convenience, let's use its characteristics as a name.

The fat sticks out his tongue, removes the meat scraps between his teeth, and licks the blood stains on the nose.

The smell of blood made him feel so happy that he roared and attacked.

The giant axe roars, and its speed, strength, and accuracy are unparalleled.

The sound of the axe burst into bursts, rolling up gusts of yin wind, covering the red head.

Mark was amazed that the strength and explosiveness of his fat body were not only proportional to his size.

The red head dodged again and again, narrowly dodging the attack, but did not dare to fight back.

Cold sweat broke out on the spine, and if it was slow for half a minute, I was afraid of a whine.

The heavy blow made the sand splash and muffled.

The red head doesn't fight back, it's really smart.

In terms of the length of the weapon, the scimitar is inferior to the giant axe.

In terms of strength, it is far less fat and domineering.

I had to rely on my own agility to continue to consume the physical strength of the fat fat, and I could see the loopholes of the fat moves.

If you miss a blow, the fat fat is not annoyed, and she opens his steps and takes the attack as the advance.

The opponent pressed forward with each step, leaving Redhead unable to retreat, but it curled up in defense, still clenching its scimitar.

Judging from the few lucky escapes of the offensive, the red head is athletic, not a simple fluke, it is waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, the fat man staggered under his feet, his center of gravity was unstable, and he seemed to be slid by the sticky blood mass.

The fat man looked stunned.

The red head saw the opportunity, his eyes exploded, and he disappeared from view.

Seeing that the opponent disappeared, the fat man hesitated a little and sealed the door with a giant axe.

Suddenly, a cold light came behind him, and a cold cold swept by, and a hot burning pain came immediately.

There was a gin in the back, and the fat of the flesh couldn't help shaking.

Thanks to the thick fat layer, the injury is not fatal.

Rao is like this, and the pain like a heart makes the fat fat roar again and again.

The fat shook the fat all over his body, and he turned around and took out three axes in a row.

The sound of the axe "tiger and tiger" sounded, and a whirlwind rolled up, slashing towards the red head.

The power is as great as thunder.

The red head dodges in a hurry.

The remnants fell, and a thick wooden pillar was cut off.

It's dangerous!

Deeply feeling that the opponent is strong, the huge pressure has made the red head sweat on his back.

Don't let your opponent breathe!

The fat man spun the giant axe, and the blade of the axe drew a silver arc.

The physical consumption is huge, and he can't make contact with the fat short soldiers, so the red head has to harden his scalp and repeatedly use stealth skills to dodge attacks.

Although the fat body is clumsy, with a body of fat and flesh to protect the body, it does not hurt the vitality, and there are just a few more openings on the body out of thin air.

The injuries are not fatal and are completely ignored.

Suddenly, the fat man stopped attacking and stood silently.

His eyes were closed, he was on the handle of an axe, and the pair of triangular ears on the top of his head kept turning, as if judging the direction of the red head.

Fat looks like a fat body and a stupid appearance, but everything is just a façade.

The huge body contains not only flexibility, but also a high IQ, which is comparable to the cunning of the red head.

Suddenly, the fat man crossed his legs, the horse's steps were tight, and the giant axe slashed out from the bottom up.

The blade of the axe crumbled around the sand and raised a cloud of mist.

Dust and sweat stains make it difficult for the redheads to be invisible.

Before the sand and dust dispersed, the outline of the red head appeared, and the giant axe roared.

"Wow"~

The sound is crisp, and the bump is retreating.

The sand and dust had cleared, and the round shield had been cut in half.

The red head was stunned and stunned.

Mark caught a glimpse of the red head and the missing jaw......

Don't let the red head wipe away the bloodstains, and the fat strikes again.

The giant axe slashed down in the air, and with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming force, it was under the cover of the red head.

Relying on instinct, the red head jumped and withdrew several meters.

The fat man smiled heartily, his smile was hideous and terrifying, and his fangs were full of fangs at the wide mouth.

The giant axe slashed into the air, and the blade of the axe was flipped and changed to a flat ......

Crimson blood shot out from the arteries of the red head's lower body, splashed all around, and landed on the faces of some of the "lucky" guards on the side.

"Ahh

In the horror of the crowd, the second half collapsed.

The axe blade was domineering, knocking the red head into the air and pounced at Mark's feet at the entrance.

Blood flowed slowly from the waist and smeared......

Life gradually dies out with the loss of blood.

The red head squirmed as hard as he could, crawling towards Mark.

After grappling with his ankles, his eyes were pleading.

"Hold on!"

Mark grabbed Redhead's wrist and tried to rescue him, but unfortunately he was so badly injured that he couldn't recover.

There was a burst of sorrow in his heart, knowing that the red head was hopeless, but he still leaned over.

Redhead tried his best to rip off the pendant and stuff it into the upper of his mark shoe with all his might, and his throat "gurgled", but unfortunately no one understood.

Maybe it thinks Mark is also a slave to be trusted, maybe the pendant is really precious, maybe it ......

The red head has completely disappeared from this world, and Mark is saddened.

It's not just because of the tragic death of the red head, the bloody fat and the blood, or the brutal sadness of Kansas, but because of the fact that he has been reduced to a "slave" and is unable to resist fate.

"Good!"

The guards were immersed in the fat "wonderful" slashing performance, and they were all applauding it, not paying attention to the small movements of the red head.

By the time they found out, Mark had already hidden the object in his belt, which he tied tightly.

It's not big, so you don't have to worry about falling into a fight at all.

The body of the red head was dragged away by the guards, the gladiatorial arena was not cleaned up, and the midfield was not like a basketball and football team game, and a large wave of beautiful cheerleaders jumped out to perform to cheer up.