"Very well, that's it!"

After Varus laughed, he couldn't wait to settle the matter, for fear that Norman would come to his senses for a while and change the personnel who went out to fight.

Norman called out his own fighters and asked Varus, "What about you?"

If Jacob and Rusen were to fight, Varus might have to think a little about the personnel arrangements on his side, but since Norman made a stupid move to let so many soft-footed shrimp fight, then he didn't just send two people out at random?

"Do any of you want to come out and fight?"

Varus simply didn't choose himself, but turned around and asked the accomplices behind him. And when Varus interrogated, Monroe's six slaves seemed to finally understand what was happening.

Barton even let them go out and fight those aliens!

Is Barton crazy?!

Those aliens are all fierce and vicious, their arms are thicker than their thighs, their eyes are more ferocious than one another, and their strange and terrifying heads and sharp fangs are not easy to mess with. Even those warriors in the team are no opponents in the face of these alien races, and now Barton is letting them go up to fight, isn't Barton letting them go to their death?!

The eyes of the six slaves were all desperate for a moment, their expressions were miserable, and Haryat, who was relatively timid, collapsed directly to the ground with weak legs.

Norman looked at them, the expression on his face became even more sad, but he thought in his heart: The psychological quality of these guys is still too poor, but it is normal, after all, they are all good citizens, let alone a life-and-death duel before, I am afraid that they have not even fought much, and now they suddenly have to fight with these murderous alien races for life and death, and it is not surprising that they will be scared like this, and they don't even remember practicing "peerless martial arts".

The human players in this side of the box were frightened before they started fighting, but the aliens in the other side were excited.

It is probably the nature of all intelligent beings to bully the weak and fear the hard, not only humans, but also these alien races. After hearing Varus's words, almost everyone of the aliens behind Varus shouted and urged to fight.

"Me, me, me!"

"Let me come, I'm going to knock these human heads out of the flowers!"

"I'll come, I promise not to kill them!"

"Let me tell them what a real warrior is!"

......

Everyone wants to make this show, but there are only three places, so how do you choose?

Varus may have been so addicted to the battle of wits just now that he couldn't stop turning his head, and suddenly came up with an idea: since everyone wants to fight, why not let them compete with each other first, and then let the final three winners fight?

But after all, he was not stupid, and after thinking about it for a while, he immediately rejected his improvised bad idea.

Finally, Varus casually clicked a few times in the crowd and announced a few names, "Otto, Warren......"

Anyway, in the face of those soft-footed shrimps, all of them are brave and good warriors, and any three of them can deal with them with one hand, so there is really no need to hesitate, but when the third name is called, Varus hesitates, and the name that was about to be exported turned around and turned into another sentence, "And me, just the three of us." ”

It wasn't that Varus was suddenly worried about Norman's schemes, but he just wanted to be in the limelight.

The two people who were named by Varus cheered, and walked out of the crowd happily, a tiger man and an orc of unknown species, with white and black stripes on their faces, but all gray fur on their bodies, and their bodies were slightly thinner than the tiger man beside them.

Seeing that Varus and their side were out of the way, Norman turned to look at the dung fork barbarians.

"Yates, what about you?"

Yates is the name of the dung fork barbarian, which he said just now when he swore it, and Varus did not raise any objection to it, indicating that this is indeed the real name of the dung fork barbarian.

Compared to the triumphant Varus, the dung fork barbarian is much more calm.

Even when he saw that his opponent was such a few shriveled and thin guys, and one of them was already so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, he didn't just order a few people to come out, but thought silently.

Hearing Norman's words, he gave two names.

"Volleg, Callett,"

With his voice, two people walked out of the crowd behind him, one was a yellow-haired bear man and the other was a barbarian.

"And me. ”

The last choice, Yates also chose himself, but his starting point was not the same as Varus's.

He wasn't trying to be in the limelight, he was trying to be on the safe side, trying to maximize his profits—this didn't mean that Yates looked at Norman's slaves differently, in fact, they both thought they were vulnerable. The reason why Yates is still so cautious is that he is targeting Varus.

In Yates' view, this three-way battle is actually a two-way confrontation, and the two sides of the confrontation are Varus and them.

If Varus had killed one or even two of them in these three fights because of carelessness, and their side could guarantee that none of them had been killed, wouldn't it be possible for them to become big winners?

Seeing that the lineup of the three parties had been decided, Norman nodded, but Jacob had already walked up to him and said in a whispered voice: "Did you make a mistake? Your method is very good, but the person has chosen the wrong one! ”

As he spoke, Jacob's eyes cautiously glanced left and right, looking like an underground party's joint, and occasionally looking at Norman's eyes, and a look of pain and anxiety flashed.

Although Barton was indeed a little quick, he had never seen a big scene after all, and perhaps that was why he made such a mistake at the last critical moment, right?

Norman hadn't yet responded to Jacob's words, but Varus noticed it and shouted, "Hey! The personnel have been decided, and you can't go back on it!"

As he spoke, he raised the large iron rod that had been dragging on the ground in his hand, and waved it twice at Jacob in a distant manner.

Yates also responded to Varus's words in a muffled voice.

"Yes, you can't make a substitution. ”

Seeing this, Jacob's eyes were helpless, but Norman suddenly shouted at the slaves in front of him: "The big war is coming, the enemy has already provoked, don't you respond!"

Norman said this angrily, as if to motivate the slaves, but the results were disheartening.

The slaves just looked up at him, and then continued to hang their heads, without the slightest bloody fighting spirit at all.

"Khariath, stand up!"

Norman seemed even angrier.

Khaliat subconsciously got up from the ground.

"Let them see how good you are and prove that you are not a coward, but a brave warrior!"

The word coward seemed to have finally stimulated Khaliat's nerves, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, but as soon as he turned around and saw those alien and terrifying faces, his newly raised courage immediately vanished, and his chest was deflated again, and his lips squirmed, but he couldn't hold back half a word.

This made those aliens laugh, and the tiger man Otto, who had been given the opportunity to fight, grinned and stepped forward, holding the thick wooden stick wrapped in iron in his hand and waving it several times, the tiger was fierce and terrifying, causing his companions behind him to applaud. Finally, Otto stopped his bravado and mocked: "This is what a brave warrior should do, you sissy should go home and nurse!"

This pre-war declaration drew enthusiastic applause from his companions behind him.

In addition, the orc Warren was unwilling to be lonely when he saw Otto so majestic, and grabbed his rusty sword and swung it, although there was no discipline, but it was powerful and heavy, and it looked very powerful. And after showing off his strength, he also dropped a provocative word, which also attracted the loud cheers of his companions behind him, and his face seemed to be oily and triumphant.

The two of them played mightily and heroically, while Norman watched silently, already having a plan in his mind.

"Let's get started!"

Seeing that his two subordinates were so imposing, Varus couldn't wait to start showing his majesty, and he even stepped forward two steps ahead.

"I'll be the first to go!"

Norman didn't make any excuses, and named him, but it wasn't the coward Haryat he wanted him to prove his bravery, but another slave.

"Darek, you go. ”

When the Derrick heard this, his already pale face turned even paler. But in this situation, he had nowhere to escape, so he could only step forward tremblingly, and took a few steps to stand not far in front of Varus.

Varus looked a little dissatisfied, "You fought me empty-handed, where's your weapon?"

Obviously, even if he can win, there is really no sense of accomplishment in defeating a guy with his bare hands.

"I, I ......"

Darek trembled, his mouth was out of shape, and he stammered for a moment before he could utter the full sentence, "I don't have a weapon." ”

"Give him a sword!"

Jacob whispered to Norman.

Although he was not optimistic that the slave would be able to defeat the bearman, it was better to have a weapon than not to have one.

Norman looked like he had an attack of Alzheimer's, his expression was sluggish and slow, and he thought for a long time before he reacted, "He didn't have a weapon in the first place." ”

Jacob hated in his heart: This Barton sometimes has a really fast brain, but sometimes how can he be so stupid? He's a slave, of course he doesn't have a weapon, but can't you give him a hand?

"I'll give him my sword!"

Jacob didn't want to discuss it with Norman anymore and made a decision in an instant.

He leaned on one side, his hand reaching for his waist, and was about to untie his saber and send it to Darik, but Norman stopped him first.

"That bearman's iron rod is so thick, and if your sword is broken, Mr. Jacob, the loss will be not small, and even if you sell him, you can't afford to pay for it. ”

At such a time, why are you still struggling with the problem of money?!

Jacob, who was more irritated and disgusted with Norman, ignored him, and took another step towards Dareik, but he was soon unable to take a step.

"Stop him. ”

Norman's voice came from behind him.

How do you stop me?

The thought crossed Jacob's mind, and he knew it right away.

With a muffled sound, Jacob's eyes suddenly went dark, and he threw himself forward and fell to the ground, while Atramicia was standing behind him, her right hand being withdrawn from the back of his head.

Norman grinned, not laughing, just sighing.

This guy is really irritable now, he just wanted her to hold him, and Atrimithea knocked him out directly.

But that's fine, the province will be chattering here again, and the noise will hurt people's heads.

Varus didn't notice the movement, his attention was on the shivering human in front of him.

"No weapons?"

Varus was in trouble.

This guy has no weapons, and fights with himself empty-handed, and this battle is obviously easier than he imagined, so easy that he doesn't even know how to lose. But in this way, even if you win, it seems that you can't win, and it's a little unsightly.

Luckily, our Lord Varus was very witty, and he immediately came up with a good idea with a roll of his eyes.

Poof!

With a dull sound, Varus threw his long iron rod on the ground, and grinned, "Then I don't need a weapon either, let's get started!"

You don't use weapons yourself, you can win beautifully, and you can also maximize the guarantee that you won't kill the other party by mistake, which is killing two birds with one stone. This is a brilliant plan, a wonderful one! Only his witty mind can come up with it.

Varus's heroic act provoked the ghosts of his companions behind him to scream again—those guys really had a bit of excess energy, and they cried wolves at every turn.

After throwing away his weapon, Varus had wanted to wait for the other party to come. Let the other party make the first move, which can show his majesty and strength even more, but it is not easy for Derick to force himself to stand here, where can he dare to take the initiative to attack?

After waiting for a while, Varus also saw this, and he couldn't wait any longer, so he could only take the initiative.

He rushed up a few steps in stride, and jumped in front of Derrick at once, and then slammed a heavy fist into the opponent's lower abdomen with his right hand—— this place was also specially chosen by him, not to kill the other party, but also to make this guy completely ineffective under the impact of huge force.

The battle is over.

Varus's fist was still in mid-air, and he had already thought of it in his heart, and the aliens behind him had already cheered in advance.

But immediately the voices stopped abruptly, as if someone had broken their necks, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the room.

I saw that in that land, Darik, who should have fainted on the ground like a shrimp in people's imagination, was still standing at the moment.

Well, Derick was still standing, and his legs were shaking from time to time, proving that he was indeed scared, but unlike just now, his current posture was a little strange.

The human's upper body was slightly lowered at the moment, and he was not standing straight, but his right hand was stretched straight forward, and the five fingers of the palm were spread out at the end of the arm, as if he was pushing something. In front of Derrick, Varus had fallen to the ground at some point, lying on his back, motionless, and confused.

It's quiet, it's silent, and only thoughts flow in it.

What's going on?

It was a question that flashed through everyone's minds at this moment, and only one had a calm look in his eyes.

What did you name this for?

Well, it seems that Kang Long has regrets.