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Butcher wielded his mace and smashed the mantis man in front of him into a puddle of mud. Green and red mixed together, flowing down from his **** body. He roared in the sky, and even the two-legged wyvern was stunned. The only pity is that the mace has cracked, and it will be used once or twice at most.

Although he has always sought peace of mind, hoping to settle down somewhere, away from right and wrong, and perhaps trying to rebuild his family, he still can't deny that he enjoys the feeling of being on the battlefield. Since the beginning of the gladiatorial fight, more than a dozen opponents have buried their lives in the actions that challenge him, leaving only a few small wounds and blood stains all over their bodies. His own sweat was steaming, mixed with other smells on his body, and turned into a real bloody murderous aura, which continued to spread, and was already able to terrify the beasts on the high platform.

Fearful enemies are no longer of interest to Butcher, and only those warriors with fighting spirit and martial skills can be called opponents. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the terrace high up. The Witch King Karak is looking down with his head bared and wearing a golden crown of power. His gaze flickered with red flames, cloudy and uncertain, and contained great power. But Butcher clearly felt that the Witch King's attention was not on the gladiatorial arena, but on the audience.

Yes, what he wanted was the lives of the spectators, plus the lives of the Templars who maintained order, plus the lives of gladiators and more slave laborers, the body, spirit, and soul of tens of thousands of living creatures. He was actually staring at his own meal, a feast that would transform him into a dragon if he ate it. What an evil act, what a powerful act to plunder and devour the lives and power of others, to act against the laws of nature!

"Rikas, it's almost over, we're going to try to get to the top of the platform!" Butcher assessed the situation. Zhao Mai had previously analyzed the development and changes of this battle for him, and the safest way was to solve all the threats on the ground and then climb to the high platform, which would have the best chance of winning the championship. But the Witch King's purpose is not to decide the champion, but to kill everyone in the arena. When he thinks the champion is about to appear, he will most likely leave the throne and activate the magic tower, and then it will be too late.

The only way to do this is to start climbing while the situation is still chaotic, and to act while the Witch King is still putting on a show, while he hasn't left yet. Doing so, of course, would also draw the firepower in early and bring more danger to Rikas and Butcher. However, Butcher and Rickas said that as long as the two of them are on the court, they are the target of attention, and the danger is always there, and they don't care about a little sooner or later.

Rikas took the heartwood spear in his mouth and left his left hand to prepare for the climb to assist. At this moment, Butcher suddenly shouted, "Watch out for the elves on the left!"

A bolt of lightning shot into Ricas's eyes, and if he hit, he would have been blind, but the Heartwood Spear made the spell useless. The elven demon warrior looked at his hand in a daze, not knowing what was wrong.

Rikas would not let go of this opportunity, and pounced from the platform, the long sword in his right hand stabbing straight down. The elf raised his arm to resist with a small round shield, but he completely miscalculated the sharpness of the longsword. The shield and arm were severed, along with the elf's life. However, before he died, the elf dragged Rikas down, pinned him into the sand, and bit him on the shoulder with his teeth, tearing off the last bite of blood in his life.

"Rikas!" Butcher's voice rang out from the second floor of the platform, more excited than nervous, and shouldn't be too urgent. Rikas broke free of the elf's arms and got up from the sand. He looked up in the direction of the King's Platform. The Witch King's high crown was still there, and he didn't seem to notice what was going on in the field. The Heartwood Spear suppressed the lightning spell, if this scene fell in the eyes of the Witch King, would it arouse his alarm?

At the moment, luck is still on their side, the Witch King's eyes are not on the arena, and this luck boosts Rikas's morale. He took a deep breath and let the breath of the Athas desert penetrate deep into his lungs, drawing strength from it. Zhao Mai told him that the planet was ruined by magicians, and the will of the planet wanted to take revenge. It wants all its casters to die! So when it comes to assassinating the Witch King, the whole planet is on Rikas's side!

He had a feeling in his heart that what Michael said was the truth, the irrefutable fact.

Butcher is on the second floor of the platform fighting a human warrior, using a mace against a greatsword. In this confrontation, the mace, which already had a crack, was obviously at a disadvantage, and Butcher could only adopt a more conservative fighting stance, but even so, the mace was constantly being consumed, and after a while it would become a thin wooden stick, right? Rikas got up, bit the heart wooden spear, and hurriedly climbed up.

The human warrior had smashed the mace, and his opponent was now left with his bare hands. "Butcher, the most powerful warrior?" the human sneered, "I'm not going to give you a chance to go down and get a weapon, you're going to die here!"

Butcher took a step back, sideways avoiding the blade of the greatsword. He was about to step forward when his opponent lowered his greatsword and pulled it back, a diagonal line blocking Butcher's possible direction and launching another wave of attacks. After a few rounds, the man had almost no flaws in the greatsword's moves, forcing Butcher to retreat again and again.

Not far behind, a flaming lizard slammed into the air, puffing out its cheeks and preparing to spit flames. A smile crossed the swordsman's face, and he only had to force Butcher to stay nearby, or he would surely die.

Butcher also felt the danger behind him, and the instincts of the battlefield made him stop. The Greatswordsman did not attack rashly, but continued to use conservative advancing tactics. He held his weapon aloft, observed, threatened, and continued to persecute.

A long sword pierced through his chest, bringing with it an icy feeling. The heat that represented the life force was rapidly drained, and the high platform and the earth opened their arms towards him. Butcher stepped forward quickly, reached out and grabbed the greatsword, and drew the heartwood spear from the swordsman's back. In this way, the two Heart Wood Spears are in hand, and now they can climb up without distraction!

The flame lizard spewed out a wave of heat, and the billowing flames enveloped half of the platform. It's the power of a creature, not magic or psychic abilities, and the Heartwood Spear is useless for that. Zhao Mai had analyzed the situation for them, and had also done tests on the attack and defense capabilities of the Heart Wood Spear, so Rikas and Butcher had already been mentally prepared and hurriedly moved to dodge. Their embarrassed appearance drew laughter from many spectators, and the screams of the gladiators who were affected by the flames sparked another round of cheers and cheers.

A throwing axe spun and flew over, hitting the lizard's neck. The flames in the throat have an extra vent, which causes the lizard's own internal organs to burn. The flame lizard actually set itself on fire, and soon burned into an empty skin. The spectacle made the audience shout louder than ever, and not many of them even noticed that Rikas and Butcher had climbed the third floor, and that they were only two stories away from the top, the distance of a two-legged wyvern.

The Witch King, Karak, stood up and came to the railing at the edge of the platform. Many people present noticed the Witch King's actions, the vast majority of them were fanatically excited, and a few were so nervous that they were worried.

A Templar with a horned helmet with no face, covering himself in steel armor, took a half-step forward and guarded the Witch King's side. (To be continued.) )