When the gladiators entered the battlefield, the audience resounded with enthusiastic cheers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info audience has already been stirred up by the previous theatrical performances and is in need of a spectacular, gorgeous and bloody duel to bring the whole event to a climax. A huge shout rang out in the sky, and the entire arena shook under the waves, as if it was about to collapse at any moment. Rikas looked apprehensively at the auditorium, which was already airtight, and the seats, aisles, and steps were rubbing shoulders one after another, pushing each other to get closer to the arena. Even the terraces on the heights, where parliamentarians and big businessmen were prepared, were now full of spectators. They even heeded the danger, lying on the railing and looking down, their necks stretched out, like tortoises.

Rikas looked at the people on the left and right. On his right hand side was Butcher, who remained solemn and silent, as if neither the crowd nor the spectacle could make his heart beat faster. Rikas himself was already enthusiastic, and he wanted to be the first to rush forward, pick up arms, and throw himself into the fight. But Butcher's calmness also infected him, 'I am a warrior today, not a slave gladiator. ’

Farther away were two half-giant fighters, their well-developed limb muscles and slightly dull gaze always very recognizable, and they were already out of breath before the match began. This is not caused by fatigue, but overexcitement, which causes the heart rate and breathing to rise, and the shorter time is called warm-up, and the longer time is called consumption.

These two men were not worried, as long as they did not provoke them as soon as they came up, they would naturally go to the dwarves farther away, and would not harass Butcher. Although the half-giant is relatively stupid, he is not without brains, and naturally knows the easy first and then the difficult. Butcher seems to be the kind of guy he doesn't mess with, and besides, he's already known to everyone.

Rikas looked to the left, and saw the tension and fear in the eyes of the female fighter on the left. By the way, he is also a notorious figure, during the qualifying round, he deliberately did not kill a slave opponent, so he left a long list of disabled people with missing arms and legs, but instead achieved his reputation as "cruel, perverted, and terrifying". Many gladiators were discussing whether it was better to be torn alive in the hands of Butcher, or to be crippled for the rest of his life.

Those who are close will stay away from them as soon as possible, and then join the gladiators who are a little farther away to besiege them. Rikas and Butcher had long since analyzed the situation, so they decided on a defensive counterattack strategy. When necessary, you can also pretend that the two of you turn against each other, so as to delay the time.

Because they have only one real goal, and that is the Witch King Karak. He sat in the west stand, protruding a little more forward than the surrounding stands, but looking up in the bunker, he could still only see one head most of the time. It was too difficult to throw the Heartwood Spear and hit a high head from a few dozen meters away, and they couldn't expect the Witch King to stand by the stand, exposing most of his body like a target. So the only chance is to climb to the stepped platform in the middle of the arena and climb to a high place, so that you can have a better angle of attack and also close some distance.

He thought back to the whole plan again, got his weapons, and together with Butcher, took out the troublesome enemies and climbed the high platform. Satili and Cotander will then cast a spell to destroy the platform's defenses, and they must attack at the same time, throwing the Heartwood Spear into the chest of the Witch King Karak.

Wishing all the way through, Rikas prayed.

The Witch King stood up, and he stretched his arm forward, and a ray of light shot from his fingertips, hitting the top of the staircase. In the light, eight secret doors opened around the platform, and round-shelled beetles, poisonous scorpions, and salamanders emerged from inside. With the wave of the Witch King's arm, a wyvern with wings and a long tail flew out of the inner room of the tower, with chains tied to its feet, and stood at the top of the platform. Its neck was as long as a snake, and every tooth was like a dagger, and it opened and closed with force as it roared, which was terrifying.

The audience let out an exclamation, and then it became as hot as an erupting volcano. "Dragon!" "Dragon!" they shouted, waving their arms to imitate a dragon flapping its wings. Rikas gasped, startled by the giant creature. He turned his head to look at Butcher, who just snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "It's only two legs, it's just a two-legged wyvern." The gap between it and the dragon is like that of a mouse and a lion. ”

"Why didn't Tessian say this?" Rikas suddenly thought of this detail, "Is he going to betray us?"

"No matter what the world, the aristocracy is the same, swaying from side to side, overwhelmed, and forgetting what to do. Tessian is a so-called nobleman, so he naturally forgets things so much that he ignores such a big detail! On the contrary, I think this is normal! How can there be no surprises in taking risks? What is the point of following the steps?"

Rikas couldn't fully understand the emotion in Butcher's words, but he looked left and right, and there were no sudden crossbow arrows or spells that knocked him down, and the Witch King didn't seem to have sent the Templars to take them down, which might prove that Tessian hadn't betrayed them, right?, he patted his cheek vigorously and said to himself, "Ricas, Rikas, when is it time to concentrate yet?" You're here to fight, not to play. Whether it's a gladiator or a beast, they will only stick out their claws to hinder you and bite you to death with their teeth!

The Karak Witch King waved his hand one last time, and his voice echoed through the arena with the power of magic: "The race begins!"

There was a brief silence in the crowd, but that may have been an illusion, as the entire stand was boiling over cheers a moment later. The gladiators took the lead and rushed to the high platform in the center of the arena, where they were the first to grab their handy weapons. But if you focus too much on your weapons, you'll die quickly, because the battle has already begun in advance on the road to the high platform. The half-giant swung his huge fist and slammed it into the opponent next to him. A mantis warrior caught off guard was shot in the head in mid-air and became the first victim of the game.

Rikas wielded his sword arm, and all the bare-handed people didn't want to provoke him right now, so he and Butcher didn't encounter any danger along the way. The two men went to the place where the weapons were stacked, but found only a heartwood spear. Butcher turned his head to see a never-before-seen human gladiator fighting an enemy with a greatsword, but he had used the Heartwood Spear as a javelin and carried it with him in the strap on his back.

"Don't worry, just get it back if you have a chance. Butcher looked and picked up a longsword and a warhammer from the ground. "Don't think about it so much, it's far from now!"

"Yes, let the others fight for a while, and the beasts and the wyvern will stop them from ascending the platform. Rikas held the heartwood spear in his left hand, and his eyes glanced in the direction of the throne: "If he keeps standing, I will have a chance to hit him here." ”

"It's so hard. Butcher shook his head: "And you see, he sat back with a head the size of a ball." There are more opportunities above the high platform, and Tessian is right. ”

"And it's up to Satilly and Cotander's preparations. Rikas used his sword to block a flying axe, keeping in mind the earliest tactical arrangements, so he still didn't strike immediately. He and Butcher defended back to back, cautiously.

Butcher defended the other way, picking up the weapon on the ground and throwing it when he took the opportunity, which was by far the safest and most effective method. He glanced at the two heartwood spears out of the corner of his eye, and his thoughts came to mind Zhao Mai's strange behavior not long ago. "Why did that kid make a fake spear, and are you sure Rikas will get the real spear?" )