Luciano's heroic death made the crowd look at him and the Isenhard family behind him, which was unexpected by the Chamber of Commerce and Maxim. However www.biquge.info the festival had to continue, and what made the organizer Francis even more worried was that the festival was really only a second-rate festival in Candras, and there were very few celebrity gladiators sent by the trainers: after the opening Glintes beat Dupont, the second Pavel's unexpected rage, and the third Luciano's heroic victory, the rest of the game was simply too dull.

The fourth scene is a two-handed heavy axe, modeled after a lumberjack, against a two-handed mallet as a weapon, mimicking the "Maolin style" of the native jungle "Maolin people" warriors in the southern jungles of Candras. Because neither of them has any great skills, no one dares to make any surprising and winning moves, so they play like daily exercises, ping pong and I go back and forth to dismantle each other, which is extremely boring and makes people drowsy. Finally, almost an hour later, the obviously incorrect "Maolin Shi" actually raised his hands in surrender in exhaustion, and the audience unceremoniously gave him a thumb down and sentenced him to death.

Scene 5: The "Assault Style" based on the anti-armored infantry with a pickaxe and an all-metal round shield is held against the "Island Style" with a short spear and a large round shield, based on the Amazon female warriors of the Twin Hyskovas Islands. This game is also quite ugly, the island gladiator is just an ordinary rough and reckless man, the style of play does not have the agility of the Amazons, just blindly shield blocking, short spear stabbing and stabbing, and the assault level is even worse enough, finally seized the opportunity to attack once, but the pickaxe dug deep into the opponent's big shield and could not pull out, but was stabbed through the stomach by a spear, and fell in a pool of blood and convulsed, the crowd laughed, sentenced to death and half to life, Francis shook his head in annoyance, and finally decided to let him die.

In this way, another seven or eight uninteresting games passed, and the crowd began to commotion, and the sound of foul language was endless. There are no celebrities, no dark horses, just a bunch of rookies fighting around, who wants to watch it? Most of these spectators are horse racing vendors from all over St. Shuaria, all of whom have traveled north and south to see the world, and none of them are easy to serve, and if they can't be given something to see, the celebration will be a complete failure.

Finally, in the evening, Francis stood up with a smile on his face, cleared his throat and announced to the crowd: "Patience, be quiet, Vossam merchants, the long-awaited battle of the Great Ceremony of the Western Expedition is about to begin!"

The mood of the crowd was slightly calmed: no matter how bad the previous game was, the grand finale of the celebration was still worth looking forward to. Xiao Jiang Battle, as the name suggests, is definitely not a mediocre hand, and in Xiao Jiang Battle, surrender is not allowed, and there is no link between the audience and life and death, until the death is rest! If you don't want to pay tribute after knocking down the opponent, you can chase and kill, but the rule that the knocked down person can not attack the opponent in the greeting still exists, so those who are not as good as others will definitely die in the Xiao General Battle.

"This grand ceremony will be in the form of a team battle. Now I invite the Makqin clan to appear, and their leaders are, elegant battlefield dancers, foot gladiators, and Suharto!"

The crowd's eyes lit up: Suharto was also a star gladiator with a lot of battles, and his reputation among the generals of the Maxim family was no worse than Hans's. Amid the cheers, Suharto appeared with five "safaris", a fierce-eyed Donglu man wearing a domed steel helmet and light plate armor shoulder pads, holding an elegant sword in his main hand and a round wooden studed shield in his off-hand. This is a standard set of "infantry" equipment, taken from the army's main armored infantry.

Suharto and his party walked to the middle of the field and lined up: five "safari" in front, Suharto in the back, standing in position, Suharto's long sword pointed high at the sky, and shouted: "Skaburg! Makqin!" The five safari gladiators seemed to have practiced many times before, and at the moment when the roar ended, the short spear struck the small round shield in their hands at the same time, and the momentum was extraordinary.

"Their opponents," Francis continued, "the Dock Chamber of Commerce, the Zacamoto clan, the leader is, the ferocious beasts, the bloodthirsty berserkers, the wolf gladiators, Burke!"

Hearing the name, the crowd erupted and shouted his name in unison: "Burke, Burke, Burke, Burke!"

Phyruma, behind the window of the gladiator's rest area, suddenly became excited: "Wow, it's Burke! That Suharto is dead!"

"Burke, is he very powerful?" asked Zhang Long curiously.

"Nonsense! I'm from the same tribe as him, can I still know?" said Fequma excitedly, "He's not a useless woodcutter like me, he's a serious warrior, warrior, you know? You know, our Shadow Wolf tribe is closest to the damned garrison fortress, and it's not uncommon for our warriors to raid the southerners' settlements north of the fortress. During a failed raid a few years ago, Burke and his entire assault team were ambushed and captured, and I heard that he killed at least ten fortress soldiers before he was captured!

"Real" barbarian warriors??......? Does it refer to the so-called "professionals" in the time-traveling novel?

In the midst of a lot of calls, Burke appeared. Zhang Long gasped when he saw it: What a majestic Roshan!

Sure enough, a real barbarian warrior! Burke's body is like the barbarian in the Dark Second Casting Screen, more than six feet tall, and his body is almost square, which is simply a thick wall of flesh. Every muscle in his body was solid, and it was painted with hideous blue war paints. He wears a fully enclosed steel helmet, and he can't see his face, but he can guess that he is not a good type. The "Wolf Style" is a gladiator based on the barbarians of the Shadow Wolf tribe like Burke, and is basically armed with a one-handed battle axe and a spiked shield with a circle of wolf teeth and steel nails inserted into a wooden round shield. What Burke held in his right hand was a domineering double-edged axe, and under his backdrop, the five "safari styles" beside him had almost no sense of existence.

"Dock Chamber of Commerce!Zacamoto!" Burke raised the spiked shield in his left hand and roared to the sky, the deafening roar made the eardrums hurt, and Zhang Longtou once discovered that the Irish accent could have such a deafening momentum.

The Zacamoto team stood in the same formation facing their opponents, and Francis looked around the audience and said loudly: "The battle of the great generals is only glory, and there is no mercy! The winner survives, and the loser is destroyed! I declare, the game begins!"

The crowd roared with joy, and Burke took the lead, pointing forward with a double-edged axe and shouting, "Throw!"

How dare the five safaris disobey and throw the short spear in their hands at the enemy group with all their might. The gladiators of the Makqin family were really well-trained, and without waiting for Suharto's order, the rangers instantly formed a defensive formation, their shields standing high to block the flying spears, and the four attacks missed on the spot, only one short spear penetrated through the gap and stabbed into the chest of a hunting warrior. He fell to the ground screaming and began to twitch desperately, rolling in despair.

"Rush!" Burke couldn't help but be ecstatic when he saw that the other party had broken one, and decisively ordered again. The lancers, deprived of their spears, drew their daggers from their girdles and rushed forward. The Maxim Safari Warriors were not intimidated by the tragic appearance of their dying comrades, the formation was not chaotic at all, and the advantage of the short spear over the length of the dagger was immediately apparent: seeing the enemy rushing into the killing distance, they shouted in unison: "Hoo!" Four short spears pierced out from behind the shield in unison, and the throats of the two dock team Safari were pierced on the spot, and the hoarse screams accompanied by the gushing blood foam screamed out, and they fell backwards. The other three barely raised their shields in time to block the stabbing blow, but they were slashed by Suharto, the main general who walked around with strange steps from behind, and two of them were slashed with two swords in the blink of an eye. The last one saw that his teammates were all wiped out, and he was furious, and frantically crashed into the oncoming opponent and threw him to the ground, and then stabbed down with a dagger, and the heart-rending screams suddenly resounded in the sky.

"Poof!" Suharto's sword stabbed through the back of his neck and out of his mouth, and the last of Burke's cannon fodder fell on the corpse of his opponent who had been stabbed beyond recognition, kicking his leg to death.

Burke just stood idly by and watched his men die, without any reaction, Suharto surrounded him cautiously with three of his own safaris, and everyone understood that this was a tough battle. Burke became a gladiator after being captured, although his club was just a little-known trainer, but his personal record in the arena was a complete victory! Such a result, even if he debuted too late and has not yet faced a real star player, it is definitely not to be underestimated, not to mention that Burke's previous matches were overwhelming victories, and his popularity in Wasam can be said to have caught up with stars like Suharto.

With a sneer, Burke moved!

"Drink!" the tiger roared, and the double-edged axe slashed straight at an inverted safari man! The poor cannon fodder was stunned on the spot, allowing his head to be cut in half from the middle, like a fragile watermelon.

"Don't be afraid, let's go together!" Suharto hurriedly boosted his morale, and took advantage of the opportunity of the axe blade stuck in his skull, and the three of them attacked the barbarian together.

"Bang!" Burke turned, his spiked shield swept across and slammed into a safari. The man stumbled out of his mouth with blood in his mouth, and Burke showed no mercy, and with a turn of his shield-holding left arm, a series of spikes on the edge of the shield cut his chest and belly into a bloody blur, and he clung at his throat and fell to his knees. Berkeley ignored him, and the double-bladed axe was pulled out of the head of the previous victim, wrapped in a blast of wind and struck Suharto himself.

Suharto was in danger, and with a brilliant footwork dodging Burke's attack, he quickly moved into position, and the sword was handed to Burke's side. Burke hurriedly dodged, but Suharto had already made his way to the next attack, and slashed at his shield-wielding left arm with another sword. Burke was furious, attacking as a defense, the spiked shield slashed at the head and face of the opponent, Suharto's footsteps were extremely agile, almost walking away from the side, and the long sword returned to stab Burke straight into the abdomen. Burke swung his double-edged axe in embarrassment to open the attack, but the defense behind him became an empty door, and the safari took the opportunity to pounce, and the short spear stabbed past, Burke keenly felt that the situation was wrong, and quickly turned around and flashed the short spear, and the spiked shield was slashed into an arc of death, and the throat of the poor worm was sliced with a snap. But Suharto's pursuit could no longer be avoided this time.

Suharto's "step-man" fighting style has always been known for its subtle and elegant footwork and footwork-based kit attacks, which are extremely entertaining. Although Burke is a "real warrior", after all, he is still an ordinary barbarian's style of play, with brute force as the main force, and he goes straight. Originally, he could not fall behind with the instinct he had exercised on the battlefield, but he was too big and wasted the lives of his teammates early, and at this time, he was distracted by the safari style, and the flaws appeared, and even if he tried to dodge, the long sword finally pierced deep into his flank.

"Woo......" Burke snorted in pain, his legs leaping backwards with all his might, Suharto's attempt to widen the wound with a sideways cut failed, the blade of the sword came out of the flesh, and the blood rushed out of the air in a graceful arc.

"Okay!" Makqin laughed, "That's just the way Zacamot's 'lord' is like that!"

"Ahhh Suharto raised his shield and was about to retreat to avoid the edge of his ankles, but in a moment, Burke's long roar suddenly changed its tone, turning into a short but powerful shout that pierced the ear drums and reached the most vulnerable corners of his heart!

"Wow!" The audience in the front row couldn't stand the impact at all, and they clung their ears and screamed.

Suharto's footwork was also disrupted, his mind was shaken blank, his legs were weak, his raised right foot fell into the wrong position, and then he looked at Burke, who had already rushed in front of him, and the green tendons of his right arm were bursting up, and the double-edged axe slashed at him with lightning speed.

Burke had no choice but to tense the muscles of his left arm and lift the shield to carry it.

"Kuang! click!" The axes and shields collided, and all the spectators looked straight at each other.

Suharto screamed and flew upside down, his shield shattered, and his left arm hung limply, breaking into at least three pieces at a glance! He fell heavily on the yellow sand, struggling to get up, but Burke stepped in front of him in a few big steps, and cut off his head with an axe.

"Hahaha, see, it's a 'heavy blow'! Burke did a 'heavy blow'! I just said, this Suharto doesn't have a chance at all, do you see?" Fei Quma shouted excitedly.

On the battlefield, Burke took off his helmet, revealing a face full of flesh, he was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and he gasped for breath for a long time before he raised Suharto's head and shouted to greet the crowd:

"The Docks Chamber of Commerce!

The crowd continued to boil, but Zhang Long in the gladiator's rest area was extremely chaotic in his mind.

"Heavy Attack"?Such a shocking super must-kill is just a "Heavy Attack"?

In the game, "Heavy Attack" is only an introductory skill for Barbarians, and its power is very limited, and for melee classes, the attribute of knockback is even more chicken. But what I just saw, whether it is the power of the skill itself or the effect of repulsion, it is not something that ordinary people can imagine!

"Fekruma, what's the deal with this 'heavy blow', can you learn it?" he asked eagerly. After traveling for so long, he knows very well that this world is really not a game, and the learning of skills is definitely not as simple as eating a book in the dark one and adding a little more in the dark two, so take this opportunity to ask clearly!

"I, well, don't even think about it!" Phyruma sighed, and then opened the conversation again, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm just a woodcutter, and I haven't fought a few fights. This 'heavy blow' is the mystery of our barbarians' martial arts, which only a strictly trained warrior can comprehend! And the voice that scared Suharto stupidly, it is also a mystery, otherwise shouting out his throat would not scare people!"

"Then when we encounter such an opponent, how can we fight in the future?" Zhang Long said with a sad face.

"You think the mystery is used casually?" Fitsuma smiled, "Look at him, he is panting like a dog, I guess I won't want to play for half a month! And as long as we do it well, maybe as soon as the boss appreciates it, we will have the opportunity to learn some half-baked mysteries!"

"What? The mystery of a half-hanger?" Zhang Long's eyes lit up: What is a darkness without skills? What is a crossing without skills? Even if it is a "half-hanger", it is a hope to be able to learn!

"Well, you're so ambitious...... But let me tell you, those greedy alchemists will do some strange tricks, all kinds of martial arts, magic, and seal them into scrolls and other things, as long as they recite spells, they can release the power in the scrolls. If we are good enough, in case we face such an opponent, in order to win, our boss will definitely be able to find some suitable scrolls for us!"

Uh, isn't this just those one-time magic scrolls in Diablo One? Zhang Long was a little disappointed, this is not a learning at all.

"Ah yes, you know how to read!" Fei Quma suddenly added, "Then you are much luckier than me, if you can compete greatly in the future, maybe the boss will buy you a magic skill book with a lot of money." It's a lot better than a scroll, and it really lets you learn some mysteries or magic! Of course, it's much weaker than someone like Burke who really tries to learn from scratch, and every effort pays off. But the alchemists who can make this kind of book are not ordinary people, and you can imagine the asking price, I don't think Isenhard can buy it for any of us...... But then again, it's nice to be able to read......

Zhang Long didn't listen to a word of the next chatter, he only thought about those tempting skill books. This is indeed the world of "Diablo", although there is neither a simple and crude upgrade point, nor the clear line between "professionals" and "civilians" in fanfiction, but this is indeed St. Hugh Yari, the magical St. Hugh Yari, as long as you have the heart, the opportunity, and unremitting efforts, you may learn those tempting martial arts and even magic!

The Western Expedition is over, and the gladiator road has just begun.