"And Warcraft participated?", Rosie glanced at the schedule and couldn't help but ask.

Compared to Warcraft, humans simply have any advantages at all. Some powerful monsters are enough to defeat all gladiators with their physical strength alone, which is simply a joke on their own lives! If these monsters will really participate in the competition, Rosie feels that he can abstain and quit. He had also seen battles between Warcraft and Warcraft when he was in the Sky Tower, and in addition to those inhuman powers, Warcraft also had natural skills.

A simple spit of water or fire, a more complex illusion, or a direct attack on the enemy's spirit, these racial talents are invincible, and if you are not careful, they will become a pile of minced meat.

Rosie is not afraid to fight the human race, but he is unwilling to fight with non-humans, it is purely because he thinks that he is too comfortable to live and wants to die.

The poisonous wolf immediately explained to him, "The demonic beasts participating in the winter competition are all very weak races, and the truly powerful demonic beasts are those who directly enter the battlefield of the hundred clans and advance to the summer competition. In other words, all these magical beasts you can encounter are all you can defeat, so you can rest assured. He took the two scrolls and spread them out in front of Rossi, "This is your opponent in the first and second games, their strengths and weaknesses have been recorded on it, from a technical point of view, you are sure to win and not lose, but you also have to take it seriously, be careful of capsizing in the gutter." ”

This is the advantage of having a team, others are still speculating about the origin and ability of the opponent, and Rossi has already got detailed information on his side. Of course, the price of these two pieces of information is not very cheap, it costs some money, and there are some personal relationships. But these have little to do with Rossi, as long as he can win, then everything is not a problem.

The first opponent is the Tatars, named after the environment in which they live, and this race is not different from most ordinary human races in appearance, the only difference is that their arms are longer than those of other races. Adult Tatars have their arms hanging down naturally, and they can touch their ankles, and some can even touch the ground directly. The Tata people's arms are not only long, but also strong, which is related to their living habits.

The Tata people mainly live in Tata City, tens of thousands of years ago when the gods fought the heavens and the earth, countless rivers were cut off, and rivers appeared in countless areas. And Tata City, at that time, became the city of water, located in the middle of a huge river. Every day when the sun rises, the river evaporates, revealing the river and Tata City, and at night, the upper river rushes down again, submerging Tata City.

The Tatars, who were old and reluctant to leave their homeland, kept piling up their houses to ensure that some of them would not be flooded by the river at night. Tens of thousands of years of changes have made the buildings of Tata City like layers of pagodas. In order to climb their own houses, their arms are getting longer and longer. To this day, every Tatar's arm has grown incredibly long.

The longer the arm, the more the Tatar has a larger attack range and more power when attacking. You can imagine which one is more powerful when you swing it with a one-foot-long stick in your hand, or a two-meter-long stick when you swing it.

The flexible arm has an elbow-like joint than a normal person, like a three-section stick, which is impossible to prevent. Interestingly, however, there are very few powerful heroes and demigods among the Tatars, and even the championship trophies of gladiatorial tournaments have not been lifted.

Rossi's schedule begins on the second day, with some well-known races battling it out as a grand event after the opening ceremony.

The pomp, naturally, means bloodshed.

All the races in this world have a paranoid fanaticism about death and bloodshed, and it seems that only these two things can prove a person's bravery and strength.

Poison Wolf and Rossi sat together in the audience, it was hard to imagine that this backward world had such a majestic building, the towering audience seats were densely packed with spectators who came to watch, and hundreds of VIP boxes were hollowed out with floating stones and floated above the arena. Crystal nodes fill the entire gladiatorial arena. This is just one venue in the entire gladiatorial arena, and there are nine more such spectacular venues.

No matter where you sit, you can clearly see the game in the field, and the power of the gods and the mysterious power pervade every corner of the place.

"Do you want to gamble?", the poisonous wolf looked up at the pre-game board, the odds on it kept changing with the increase in the number of buys, "If you can crush a dark horse, your wealth will definitely increase hundreds of times." ”

At the Sky Tower, Rossi made a lot of money. In the first game, he borrowed 2,000 gold coins from the poisonous wolf and pressed it on himself, and the super high rookie odds made him make a lot of money, and then he continued to bet on himself every time, and the bonus kept rolling more and more, he was already a little rich. Of course, Provence and the Dellites can wake up with a smile on their dreams.

The way to bet on the Winter Tournament is different from the Sky Tower, which can only bet on the field of play, and in this case, bet on the entire schedule of the Winter Tournament. Many people have lost their fortunes because of this, and there are some lucky people who have become rich overnight.

Rossi looked at it for a long time and shook his head, he didn't know anything about these players, and instead of betting on these people, it was better to bet on himself.

Poison Wolf chose two people, each of whom only placed 1,000 gold coins, and if they could make it to the finals and get the top three, the bet of 1,000 gold coins would be at least 500,000, or more.

This is one of the reasons why the whole world is paying attention to the Winter Tournament, crazy gambling.

The first game of Rossi's venue was an Otmir vs. a Gotbys, and Rossi knew something about both races. He himself belonged to the Gotbys, and his former classmate was an Otemir.

The muscles of the small Otmir almost exploded, he wore a horned helmet, a pair of shorts, a shirtless shirt, and the most common weapon of the Otmirs, a short-handled warhammer. Their height limits their ability to use other heavy weapons, such as two-handed swords and two-handed axes.

The Gotbis are normal armor, and the weapons in their hands are panacea knives and shields.

It's not a sky tower, there's no ring, there's no referee, it's just the countless spectators around.

The two of them walked in through two passages facing each other, similar to the Roman Colosseum in the previous world.

The Otmirs enjoyed the tsunami-like cheers, while the Gotbys, on the contrary, had a heavy face.

The Gautbis are not a favorite race of gladiatorial tournaments, they are so balanced that every statistic is unremarkable. Ordinary means no advantage, look at the gladiators who lift the championship trophy every year, there are very few Gotbes. Some people think that this is because the Gotbes have not found their own path, but in fact, this statement is not true, there are no obvious advantages, there are no obvious shortcomings, and when it comes to playing against those extreme races, there are shortcomings all over the body.

On the other hand, the Otmirs are short and have a decent speed, but they live in the snowy mountains and fight with the fierce beasts and demonic beasts in the snowy mountains all day long. Extreme strength and excellent resistance to blows are their weapons.

As a spear fell from the sky and landed firmly in the middle of the arena, the battle began.

The Gotmere was the first to rush over, brandishing the long knife in his hand and slashing at the Otmir, who reached out and grabbed the blade as the audience screamed, and at the same time swung his war hammer and smashed it at the Gotbys. As soon as the battle began, it entered a white heat.

The sharp blade did not cut off the Otmir's palm, but was clutched in his hand, and his hammer was blocked by the round shield of the Gotbys, but the great force struck the Gotmires backwards.

Judgment from above.

There is no suspense in this game.

Extreme attack power against the high-t-spec people, anyone can see who is stronger.

"Who are you staking your money on?", Rossi turned his head and asked Poison Wolf.

The poisonous wolf shrugged his shoulders, "It's not a Gotbis anyway!"

Two minutes later, the small round shield of the Gotbis could not withstand the constant bombardment of the heavy war hammer and was torn apart. The Gotbis didn't give up, they wanted to work hard, and his thoughts ended up costing him his life.

The even more savage Otmirs did not give the Gotbysians a chance to admit defeat at all, and a hammer slammed into his head, and the whole head instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Countless tickets flew and landed in the middle of the field, and the gamblers who lost their money cursed angrily, but more often than not, they were cheered for by the people of Otmir.