"Is this a brown bear?"

"How is it different from what I've encountered before?"

Many people found that the brown bear fighting with Vorusk was too powerful, and everyone had a new understanding of Vorusk's strength because of this, but the people of the Snaketooth Mercenary Group would not be happy about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Instead of choosing to face the brown bear, Vorusk firmly followed the brown bear, and in which direction the brown bear turned, he also turned.

Elan told little Lori to retreat to the innermost part of the cell, he wanted to prevent the Valtumé brown bear from attacking indiscriminately, and the cell door was as strong as the paper paste in front of the brown bear.

"Something is wrong with the brown bear. Boris said suddenly.

Elan also noticed this, and the brown bear's attack was very frenzied, and Vorusk was unable to keep up with the brown bear's speed on several occasions, so much so that he had to fight the brown bear head-on.

After several times, the brown bear was fine, but Vorusk added a lot of wounds, including the scar on the left chest, which was deep in the bone.

Vorusk still didn't choose to take the initiative to attack, and kept following the brown bear in a circle, his breathing was noticeably heavier, but the brown bear's speed also slowed down.

At this time, the brown bear suddenly slammed into a prison door, unfortunately, it was the cell door of the snake tooth mercenary group that was hit, and immediately, there was a mercenary who was next to the cell door and wanted to stick his head out of the cell door to watch the gladiatorial fight, and flew out directly.

"Don't move, don't move all of them, whoever dares to move, Lao Tzu will be the first to break his neck!" Huntington immediately lay on the ground and whispered to his subordinates to lie down.

If you play dead, or pretend to be docile, so that the Valtumé brown bear does not feel resistant, the Valtumé brown bear will not easily change the target.

However, this Valtumé brown bear had no intention of changing its goal, it was crazy, and its bloodshot eyes stared at Vorusk, who occasionally punched several times and smashed the brown bear's chrysanthemum, causing the brown bear a lot of pain.

The brown bear with his back to the cell door made it impossible for Vorusk to play the game of going around in circles, so he had to keep as far away as possible from the brown bear so that he could respond to the brown bear's attack in time.

The Barbarian and the Valtumé brown bear came face to face again, and the breathing of both became very heavy, and the previous fight had consumed a lot of physical strength.

Many people were curious about what would happen next, and Elan was just as curious about it, but in a flash, he remembered that the Valtumé brown bear had another attack.

Elan's prison door, just across from the cell door of the Serpent Tooth Mercenary Regiment, Elan, who remembered something, shouted at Vorusk in barbarian language, and ran towards the location of the little Lori.

"Vorusk, watch out for the roar of the Valtumé brown bear!" this is what Elan shouted in the barbarian language.

Valtumé's brown bear's bulging throat reminded Elan of bad memories, and as soon as he came to little Lori, he said to Little Lori: "Shut your mouth and don't speak!"

Immediately afterwards, Elan covered the ears of the little Lori with both hands and shouted to Boris who was in a daze: "Quickly stay away, cover your ears, that brown bear is going crazy!"

Although he didn't know what to send, Boris did as Elan said, and almost at the moment when Boris covered his ears, a muffled thunderous voice sounded throughout the cell.

At the same time, there was the earth-shattering battle cry of the barbarian Vorusk, and the two voices were like empty angry waves, rolling and rolling from far to near, from weak to strong.

In Elan's cell, Peters, who was immersed in hatred and grief, spurted out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, fainted, and a wisp of blood flowed from his ears and nostrils.

Boris's body, after a period of staggering, curled up on the ground, the stone wall above his head trembled a few times, and dust continued to fall with a "rustle" sound.

"I'll go, the roar of that brown bear shouldn't have this kind of power, it seems that it reacted inexplicably to Vorusk's war cry, and the power of the two voices did not cancel each other out, but superimposed on each other!"

Eran turned his back to the cell door and clutched little Lori tightly to his chest, knowing full well that the roar of the Valtumé brown bear could hurt the spirit and soul.

Now, all the damage was blocked by him, last time he suffered this kind of roaring loss, now it is much better, not only is he on guard, but his mental power and soul strength are also much stronger than last time.

"Roar!"

"Hah!"

Elan turned around, shook his head, his mind a little dizzy, and looked out of the cell door, where Volux and the brown bear were already tangled together.

Vorusk's legs caught the body of the brown bear, his hands pulled the upper and lower jaws of the brown bear, and the brown bear rolled back and forth on the ground, and the brazier used for lighting was also knocked over, causing Vorusk and the brown bear to sometimes roll on the oil.

Signaling the little Lori to stay where she is, the little Lori was frightened, her face was a little pale, and she didn't let go of her calf holding Elan, Elan had no choice but to hold the little Lori to the prison door.

Elan looked around, and the whole cell was a real mess, but the people in the stands were unaffected, just looked dizzy.

The situation on this level of Elan was the most serious, and no one among the Snakefang mercenaries on the other side was awake, except for their leader, Huntington, who sat with his back against the wall, his eyes blank, and he was gasping for air mechanically.

There was actually a heavy crossbow in the gladiatorial arena, and Elan looked up and found that the heavy crossbow in the hand of an orc was missing, probably frightened by the sound.

"Oh my God, Elan, you turned your back and didn't see it, and the two voices set off a wave of air in the air and collided with each other, and I was dizzy!"

Boris staggered to his feet from the ground, relieved by what he had just seen, but he spoke not so loudly as if he were screaming at a chrysanthemum.

Elan nodded and ignored Boris, he knew that Boris was now, for the time being, he couldn't hear what others were saying, Boris's reaction reminded Elan to ask Little Lori if she had a hearing problem.

Fortunately, little Lori's hearing is normal.

The fighting in the gladiatorial arena is still in full swing, and neither Vorusk nor the Brown Bear have any way to take each other, and the only means is to compete for endurance.

Vorusk didn't want to decide the winner like this, so he rode on the back of the brown bear at the cost of three broken ribs, clamped the brown bear tightly between his legs, and grabbed the hand of the brown bear's jaw and pulled it desperately.

Elan was a little smacked by Voruske's movements, although he didn't know how much bite force the Valtumé brown bear had, but it was definitely not small, and Vorusk actually wanted to tear open the brown bear's upper and lower jaws.

"Hah・・・・・・・" Vorusk let out a long battle cry, and the muscles of his arms swelled violently in half a circle, and his skin began to redden, steaming hot.

"Click..."

Vorusk really did it, he tore open the upper and lower jaws of the brown bear and lifted the brown bear's head off.

After that, Vorusk held up half of the brown bear's head and shouted at Rudolph: "Rudolph, do you dare to come down?"

"Beautiful! I didn't expect you to touch the threshold of the Rage of the Berserker in battle!" Rudolph stood up from his skinned seat and applauded Voruske's performance.