Rikas commanded his Deep Red Regiment charge, Butcher was at his side, and the two men looked after each other, and the entire legion together. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThey easily won their first victory in an ambush, and then they encountered a fierce counterattack and finally won a crushing victory. Of the 2,000 soldiers, half of them are still fighting now, and the other half are either dead or struggling on the scorching sand dunes, completely dragging them down. And now, an even more violent third encounter is coming, a thousand against a thousand, which seems fair and reasonable, but Rikas really doesn't know if he will survive.

He and Butcher led the charge, always able to gain a quick advantage along the way. But because of the lack of strong support from both wings, they can easily become too prominent, and even risk being surrounded. This time, however, they were to be surrounded, to become an unshakable reef in the waves of the enemy, and to become a grinding disc for grinding meat! Only in this way could the Deep Red Regiment have the strength to constantly hold on and fight.

"Rush up that gentle slope!" Rikas kicked his foe in the abdomen to pull out the prosthetic sword stuck in the opponent's neck, only to be splattered in the face by the enemy's blood. Before he could wipe or shake off the blood, he saw a pair of feet in straw sandals come to him. Before setting out, the Deep Red Regiment snatched and divided the things of the original gladiator owner, so that everyone had at least one pair of leather shoes. Straw sandals will only be enemies.

He quickly knelt down, then rolled forward, his prosthetic sword arcing between his foe's legs. His back was hot, and he was probably grazed with a weapon like a hammer or mace. But fortunately, at least he saved his life, and the other party will die quickly due to massive blood loss.

"Be careful!" Butcher kicked Rikas out of the way, causing him to roll on the ground for two more times. Only two "swish" sounds were heard, and there were two more crossbow arrows in the original position where Rikas was. The Ulrics had long seen this valiant enemy commander and shot their best weapons at him.

Butcher caught up with Rikas in a few steps, who also rolled back. The two men covered each other with the tacit understanding they had cultivated in the gladiatorial arena, and used Butcher's tower shield to dodge this volley.

"As long as I can go back alive this time, I will definitely ......"

"Shut up, you're going to die after that sentence, so shut up!" Butcher spat out the wet sand in his mouth, and by the way, he also shook off the dirt in his ears and eyes, and muttered, "Although I don't know what the truth is, I haven't missed what Mike said, and you'd better believe these theories." ”

"Okay, okay. Rikas nodded. He found that his prosthetic leg was a little loose again, and the continuous fighting had opened the scar again, and he was crying out for pain from skin to flesh to bone - only his heart and mouth did not have the power to cry out for pain.

This time they got their wish, and they were finally surrounded. Thirty warriors in the arena and on the battlefield who can trust each other's backs form a small defensive circle. The enemy wants to quickly break this circle and win the battle, and Rikas and his party must persist as much as possible, using their own heads and corresponding high bounties to attract the masters of the opposing team and win opportunities for the rest of the legion.

It was then that he saw an opponent who had been drawn in. It was a hulking mantis man, with a stout but agile body supported by a thick and powerful arthropod hind foot. Its solid muscles and extremely low body fat percentage make its four arms resemble a taut crossbow.

The giant insect man was so tall that even Butcher was just up to its chin. It spread its limbs as it walked, three of them holding weapons—whips, obsidian daggers, and harpoons—and the head of a Tyre in the other.

"That's what happened to you, too. "The mantis man lifted his head and began to bite and devour the flesh on the skull. The creatures of this race, with mouths resembling real serrated daggers and capable of spewing paralyzing saliva, threaten no weaker than the weapons they hold in their limbs. Rikas and Butcher had worked together to kill such opponents in the Colosseum, and this time they were side by side.

Butcher rushed forward with his shield in hand, like a wall. The Mantis Man sways left and right, trying to confuse Butcher with a feint that prevents him from grasping his direction. At the same time, the tail tip whipped with a grappling hook, bypassing the shield defense from a high place and grabbing straight at Butcher's back.

If switched to another partner, Rikas should use his own weapon to block the whip. But the strong Moorish protruded from Butcher's left side, flicking an obsidian spiral blade with his left hand. His throwing skills were so great that even the Witch King Karak "died" under the javelin thrown by Ricas. The mantis man didn't dare to make a hard connection, and used his obsidian short sword to block the middle just in case, while avoiding his left side.

The whip struck Butcher, inflicting four wounds on his back, and even the refined inlaid leather armor was lifted together, showing the explosive power of the mantis. However, Butcher also grasped the direction of the mantis's movement, and he raised his tower shield and slammed it sideways, forcing the mantis to wrestle with him.

Only two sounds of "dangdang" were heard, and the two tall creatures slammed into each other. Butcher's feet shook slightly, his body shook, and the person who started the collision actually fell to the wind. However, Rikas was under the shield, as if hiding under an umbrella, and swung his blade violently to slash at the mantis man's leg. This creature is tall and has a menacing mouth and arms, but their legs are especially long and relatively unprotected. Rikas and Butcher didn't need to communicate at all, and a smooth cooperation solved the enemy.

The Mantis Man fell reluctantly, and its head was quickly chopped off by Butcher, leaving Rikas held high. The Mantis Man is really the number one person in Yuric's army, and you can clearly feel that their morale is draining. A few more strong, vicious Ulrics approached, and even a wheel battle would have killed Ricas. However, before they rushed up to fight, at this moment, the morale was on the side of the Deep Red Army. Rikas keenly seized the opportunity, chanting "Attack, for victory, attack!"

The will of the world, representing freedom and liberation, was on Ricas's side, and the scales of victory tipped in his favor. However, victory does not mean that there are no losses, and the battle was originally fierce, causing great sacrifices on both sides - until the appearance of the Z-worm changed it.

The jumping dog lurks beneath the sand and approaches quickly, relying on its perception of the shock to determine the direction of the enemy. They raised their heads slightly, looked at and discerned the two sides of the battle with their small eyes, and began to lay a black hand on the Yuriks.

Sneak up from behind with arthropod spikes to impale the spine of your enemies, or cut off their ankles with pincer-like mouths. A hundred jumping dogs helped Rikas seal the victory in a dozen seconds. They inflicted damage from behind, causing the Ulric raiders to flee in all directions. And the jumping dogs took advantage of the fire to rob and cut off their ankles in another wave, and Ulrick completely collapsed.

"There's something under the sand!" Rikas was alert, and gave the order to gather his soldiers and not pursue. However, the jumping dog has completed its mission, dives deeper into the sand, and quickly evacues. They will assemble not far away, follow the Deep Red Army all the way, and provide support at all times, just to ensure that Rikas wins all the way.