It was a barbarian of nearly four meters in size, with a piece of animal skin around his waist, his upper body naked, and his bulging muscles were bruised like a solid rock.

When he jumped out of the cage, the ground seemed to tremble slightly from his landing.

It was an extremely strong barbarian, among barbarians, size often represented strength, and with his strong physique, ordinary third-order apprentices would be crushed in the face of him.

There was a black metal shackle at each wrist of the barbarian's hands, and the two thick chains connecting the shackles were nearly ten meters long, and they hung on the ground casually, and the chains were mottled with dark color everywhere, and they were dried blood.

Such two thick iron chains, held in the hands of such a strong barbarian, immediately turned into bloody weapons of mass destruction.

In a dueling arena like a death cage, the lethality of a barbarian of this caliber is terrifying.

"Bloody Deathmatch allows this form of fighting?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Allowed. Margaret nodded, "As long as the El Lodge scales don't disagree, it means that this barbarian is also a force under the rules." ”

Power under the rules!

Ron glanced at the El Lodge scale, which seemed to be more extensive than he had expected, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in Ron's mind.

"I'm going to clean it up. Margaret moved her body to enter the death cage.

"Wait. Ron stopped Margaret and handed her something, a ring, a dagger, and a black potion.

Margaret smiled and shook her head, "You need them more than I do." ”

Ron suddenly leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Margaret was stunned and looked at Ron with a smile on his face.

"Do you really want that?"

Ron nodded, "Since the forces under the rules are allowed, I think it should be fine." ”

The power allowed by Bloody Deathmatch obviously does not only refer to the power of the apprentice himself, so the apprentice can carry demonic items, use alchemical potions, and even, like Margaret's opponent, can drive barbarians enslaved by souls.

But all of these powers will have a limitation, that is, the acquisition of these powers must comply with the principle of equivalent exchange, and demonic items and alchemical potions can be refined or purchased by themselves, but they cannot be gifts from others.

The same is true for the enslaved barbarians, who must obtain it in the form of an equivalent exchange, even the source of the Soul Slavery Scroll.

Of course, the other people under the rules of the El Lodge Scales refer to everyone except the apprentices who are in battle, and any communication between the apprentices is within the rules, as Ron is doing at the moment.

The El Lodge Scales will judge every ounce of power that appears in the cage, and all powers outside the rules will be expelled by it, except for the final blessing.

Therefore, the children of those big families are afraid of bloody death matches, and after stripping them of the gifts of their elders, they will not be stronger than others.

The appearance of this barbarian gave Ron a very important reminder, and made him instantly think of Marais, as well as the ...... in his pocket Magic Crystal!

"Then I'll go crazy with you once!"

Margaret took a deep breath, took what Ron had handed her, and flew into the cage.

In the face of such a terrifying combination of barbarians and third-order apprentices, it was difficult to say that even if it was as strong as Margaret, it was before

And now, what Ron handed her was comparable to the blessings of three wizards, and this was the blessing from Ron.

For powerful apprentices, the wizards on both sides obviously would not be stingy with the power of blessings, and three pillars of light shot from the soul house to the center of the demon's eyebrows, so the third-order apprentice had an extra black defensive soft armor on his body and a huge ring on his finger, both of which were high-level defensive demonization items.

The barbarian was also blessed with a bloodthirsty spell, which made his massive body swell a full circle again.

Margaret's harsh voice came from the cage.

"A shadow swamp!"

The wizard who was hesitating to bless her with defensive sorcery or offensive sorcery paused slightly, dissipating the energy from his fingertips, and there was no option for the Shadow Swamp in his power blessing.

Another wizard shot a beam of light from his fingertips, sinking into the sword angel's eyebrows, and the light of judgment turned into a shadow swamp of sorcery sigil on the back of Margaret's hand.

The wizards who can make the Nightmare Tower willing to listen at such a moment, and choose the person who believes, the entire Nightmare Tower, Margaret is the only one, this is the trust that Margaret has accumulated over the years of strong achievements.

"Roar!"

The barbarian let out a bloodthirsty roar, bowed his head, and quickly launched a savage charge at Margaret, the chains dragging splashes of sparks on the ground with a piercing sound.

The barbarian is like an indomitable prehistoric beast that trembles the great earthquake and trembles the enemy with every step.

The heaviness of the footsteps made many of the apprentices' faces pale, and just by watching, they could feel the terrifying momentum of the barbarians, and if they were standing in Margaret's position, they would probably be so frightened that they would not be able to release any witchcraft, until they were beaten into flesh foam by the barbarians' fists.

Ron also clenched his hands tightly, he had never seen Margaret fight with all his might, so he was also worried about Margaret.

As the barbarians drew nearer, Margaret suddenly crouched down and supported the ground with one hand.

"Shadow Swamp!"

The imprint on the back of his hand was activated, and a circle of rich shadow power spread, enveloping most of the cage.

Everywhere the shadows went, the hardness became soft, and the stone walls turned into swamps.

The barbarian, who was running wildly, suddenly sank under his feet, and half of his foot sank into the black swamp.

Despite the barbarian's roar, he could not break free from the swamp's restraints, and his feet slowly sank until the swamp sank into his knees.

The enraged barbarian swung his chains, and nearly ten meters of chains smashed into Margaret with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, this pure power was enough to pose a deadly threat to any apprentice, even if it was as strong as Margaret, he would not dare to resist this violent force.

The chains smashed straight down, splashing a large amount of shadow power in the shadow swamp.

Margaret vanished into the shadows.

The barbarian, who missed the blow and lost his target, frantically waved his chains, stirring the power of shadows in the swamp.

The pupils of the apprentice behind the barbarian shrank, he didn't expect a bloodthirsty barbarian to be so easily controlled, Margaret's strength He knew very well that most of his strength was on this barbarian, and if there was no barbarian existence, he would not be able to pose a threat to Margaret at all.