The madness of the orcs was in stark contrast to the horror on the faces of the messengers, guards, and knights.

"Oh my God, it's a curse of the evil gods!" exclaimed the most knowledgeable of the king's messengers.

Then, the older knights looked at each other as if they had suddenly realized, and immediately saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

"Could it be...... It's really ......."

That's a taboo!

Absolutely taboo subject!

The muscles on the faces of everyone who knew about this twitched, as if there were tiny poisonous snakes, snaking between the muscles and skin of their cheeks.

"What's going on?" the other knights and guards had the same question in their minds.

At this moment, everyone's main concern is not the taboo legend, but what happened to Martin Lorraine, whom the king admired.

Martin's horizons split, no, it should be said that there was a ghost.

What you see in front of you and what you hear in your ears seems to be the same seaside camp. But it was as if the sight from another world occupied his field of vision once a second, less than half a second at a time.

Martin seemed to be standing here, but the next moment it was as if he was standing in a bloody arena where the ground was covered in blood and even the remains of corpses.

At that moment, a loud and cruel voice rang in Martin's ears.

Martin swore he had heard such an unapproachable sense of indifference for the first time in his life.

With the appearance of this voice, Martin's whole person disappeared out of thin air in front of the kingdom guards and knights!

In the next second, Martin was already floating in the void.

Obviously surrounded by an endless starry sky, the starlight flickered, and a mysterious power enveloped him, so that he could still breathe and have a heartbeat.

"Martin Lorraine—"

"For my priest has told your name at the cost of his life. ”

"So you, as a tiny maggot, were chosen by us. ”

"It's your luck and it's your misfortune!"

"Go and fight! Kill your opponents in the bloodiest arena of chaos. Or be killed by your opponent. ”

"If you survive in the end, you'll be duly rewarded. ”

With that, a huge battle table appeared in front of Martin's eyes. There were 128 chosen ones from all races, and Martin had already seen a lot of horror in the photos of the chosen ones just by glancing at them:

There are strong orcs riding on a spear with bone spurs covered in nails and spears;

There are goblin assassins with short stature but a pair of murderous cold eyes;

There are also red-skinned Chaos Warriors who are not easy to mess with at first glance, and their whole bodies seem to be bathed in magma.

More Martin was too late to watch, and he instinctively realized anyway that every guy was better than he could play.

Martin only felt a cool breath from the tail vertebrae down his spine to the skull, and even his scalp was tingling.

What interstellar joke?

I, Martin, have a few stunts, but those gadgets are not in the stream, and once I find a way to crack them, next year today, my grave will grow three feet high.

The death knockout of 128 people means that you have to win 7 games in a row to survive.

Not to mention seven games, even one Martin feels suspenseful.

What to do?

What to do!?

Do you just sit back and wait?

At this moment, a male voice that made Martin feel a sense of warmth came: "Don't be afraid, kid, fight hard." As long as you prove your strength and win three rounds in a row, I will ask the Sigma God to redeem you. ”

Sigma God?

Martin immediately noticed that more than one powerful being in the void seemed to be watching him.

"Beep!"

At this moment, Martin was pleasantly surprised to find that the system was still working.

The system prompts: "Please note that you are being watched by multiple divine eyes, host. The owner of these sights is a powerful presence that you cannot fight, so please be careful about your words and actions, and be cautious. ”

Caution?

Note?

No!

On the contrary, these things are not the bearing of a king!

Completely uncontrollable, Martin laughed wildly under the gaze of a crowd of gods, most likely from the gods.

"Haha

Martin's presumptuous and exaggerated laughter rightly drew hostility from the first voice.

"What are you laughing at? Maggots! Answer me, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll kill you right now." There was a clear anger in his voice.

Martin laughed, in a way that was devastated by Jill's soul fragment.

But on the other hand, it was also because he found a way to crack it.

In terms of fighting, Martin, a traverser, probably can't do so many murderous guys.

When it comes to knowledge, Martin has completely exploded the nine streets of these otherworldly gods!

Martin finally stopped laughing, he combed his black hair with his fingers like a comb, and his eyes bloomed with wisdom: "Isn't this ridiculous? What kind of chaotic arena?

Chaos and order, the almost eternal opposite of the Kaos continent.

This is the foundation of the belief in the gods, and there is absolutely no ambiguity on this topic.

Almost instantly, Martin noticed that more eyes were being cast on him with more powerful mystical powers.

Oh, the person who just spoke was just an oracle or something.

Now are the gods?

Or is it a higher agent of the gods.

Martin doesn't know much about this set of things.

The first voice seemed stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "Very interesting argument." In fact, the gods also debated the subject. Let's hear what you have to say. If you convince us and the gods, you will be rewarded. If you're just a madman with no dry goods, then ...... Hey, hey!"

Dry?

Of course I have!

However, the flow of mouth cannon can be indispensable.

Martin smiled: "My proposal is a melee, a hundred, only one can live!"

"What's the point of that?" the first voice became extremely contemptuous: "You're no more than ......"

"Then tell me, since the orcs are the kings of the melee, why can the orc clan only wander in the wilderness pitifully, or stay in the desolate mountains?"

The first voice hesitated.

The voice that had comforted Martin just now seemed to be interested: "Tell me about it." ”

"The real chaos should be random terrain. There should be mountains, plains, seas, wilderness, meadows, urban warfare, and ruin warfare. ”