Click!

The thick iron chain stirred the heavy gate, and the huge whirlpool made a harsh and unpleasant sound under the impetus of a group of black-armored guards.

The heavy iron fence leading to the arena was slowly opened, and the sunlight poured into the underground passage like a tidal wave, and the eardrums rattled.

The iron doors of the cells were rudely opened, and the black-armored guards rushed into the cages again with murderous violence, driving the slave gladiators with their spears in their hands, telling them to leave the room and hurry up to the gladiatorial arena, where the high-ranking nobles in the stands were already waiting impatiently.

The just-concluded exhibition match, which lasted less than ten minutes, was a massacre without any suspense.

A bunch of low-level slave gladiators like chickens and dogs alone can't satisfy the tastes of these nobles at all, and the 'Fallen Elves' vs. high-level slave gladiators are today's 'main dishes'.

Caesar! Caesar!

Dressed in a green-armored robe, the 'Fallen Elf' raised the curved bow in his hand and stretched out his hands, receiving the loud cheers of the tens of thousands of spectators in the audience.

This is the treatment that the 'ace gladiator' of the bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena should be.

Becoming an ace gladiator, his identity changed abruptly, and he was no longer a slave, but a money-making tool in the gladiatorial arena, a cruel killing machine, and a cold-blooded killer who provoked the audience's blood to boil.

"Scolding the one next door, howling, a bunch of turtles who have never seen the world......"

Wang Tiedan carried a heavy 'black iron giant axe', and spit fiercely at the sound waves that were soaring back and forth in the passage, and the good-looking 'little Lu Yi face' was full of disdain and ridicule.

A group of heroic and belligerent werewolves who followed closely behind him also spat wildly, learning 'bold words' that they could not understand, expressing their bravery and support.

"Scolded the one next door, a group of turtles......"

Listening to the familiar 'greetings' in his ears, Wang Tiedan smiled slightly, feeling as if he had returned to the 'university commercial street', back to the days when the city management was attacking, and his whole body was full of explosive combat effectiveness.

The iron fence gate leading to the gladiatorial arena was slowly opened, and the two echelons that had been lined up in front entered the gladiatorial arena in turn.

Wang Tiedan's third queue happened to be in the next game, which also left him a little time to observe his opponent.

Through the heavy iron fence gate, Wang Tiedan saw an extremely cruel scene, and couldn't help but have fire in his eyes and clenched the giant axe in his hand.

In the gladiatorial arena, an archer with a pair of pointed ears tossed up and down, and with each move, the bow in his hand trembled rapidly, and one by one, imperceptible sharp arrows shot out quickly, hitting the unsuspecting slave gladiators with the afterimage, nailing their corpses to the walls, and splashing bursts of blood mist on the ground.

Woohoo!

The sharp arrows of extraordinary speed pierced the sky, making a buzzing sound of air.

Bang bang bang!

Piercing arrows hit their targets, bringing up a mist of blood and mercilessly harvesting the lives of the slaves.

The toes are as dexterous as dragonflies touching water, and the green armor robe flutters lightly in the wind, tossing and turning, full of the ethereal sense of the picture.

In less than ten minutes, two waves of slave gladiators had collapsed in pools of blood.

Looking at the one-sided battle situation, Wang Tiedan exhaled angrily.

What the hell is this? This hand is so fast, it shoots 100 arrows in less than a few minutes, it's a machine gun!

The rabbit died and the fox was sad, and as a slave gladiator, he could not suppress the anger that erupted in his heart.

The bald man Lin Hu leaned over to Wang Tiedan's side and said in a deep voice: "Lord Tiedan, that is an evil 'Fallen Elf', with great strength, and the 'Shadowless Arrow' shot in his hand is comparable to the 'Second Class Star Warrior' with all his strength, and he is one of the ace gladiators in the bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena. ”

Hearing Lin Hu's prompt, Wang Tiedan quickly assessed the strength of the other party in his mind.

This good-looking archer is the 'Fallen Elf'?

The strength is similar to the 'elite skeleton archer' in the dark game, except for agility and fast arrows, there is nothing outstanding about it, and the overall strength is slightly worse than the female mercenary Ash.

Ash's Ice Flame Burst Arrow is much better than him.

If you move a knife on a real battlefield, you can solve it in a few rounds.

No matter how awesome the archers are, in the eyes of the barbarian warriors, they are just a skeletal shelf that sells their heads, and they can be cut as many as they come, and they will be killed or buried.

Wang Tiedan had a plan in his heart, turned back to the werewolves and said, "When the meeting comes, you will follow me, don't act rashly, and follow my instructions." ”

"Don't worry, adults, we are not afraid of the lowly 'fallen elves'. ”

Lin Hu touched his shiny bald head, revealing the long fangs in his mouth, and said hatefully: "The 'Fallen Elves' are the sworn enemies of our orcs, belonging to the evil camp of the dark underground world, and are a lowly and obscene inferior race. After fighting with them for 10,000 years, our orcs have many ways to deal with them, in terms of speed and agility, our werewolves are not inferior to them, and they have an advantage over them in terms of strength, as long as they pay attention to dodging arrows, they can chop up these scum with a knife at close range. ”

Wan Gang, who had a bearded face, also came over, "If you run into a high-level 'Fallen Elf', it will be a bit troublesome, they will have evil dark magic, and the bows and arrows they shoot have magic effects, and it will be difficult for us to dodge without the cooperation of the wolf rider......"

Hearing Wan Gang's words, Lin Hu touched the scar on his face, slapped it, and said angrily: "I'm afraid of an egg, you are a coward, this 'fallen elf' can only do magic but the strength of a 'second-level star warrior', even if Lao Tzu is one level inferior to him, he can still bite off his flesh." ”

Wang Tiedan waved his hand, and the two strong werewolves behind him immediately stopped talking, and followed behind him with a tacit understanding.

In the center of the field, a depraved elf in a green-armored robe, after shooting a running slave gladiator, drew a swarthy dagger from his waist and walked towards a slave who was not yet dead.

The sharp arrow pierced the chest of the slave gladiator, his body was nailed to the ground and could not move, looking at the approaching black dagger, his eyes showed a frightened gaze, his body subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he pulled the wound, and more blood splattered away, bursting with a bright red blood mist.

The Fallen Elf kicked the badly wounded slave gladiator over, stomped his head under his feet with his right foot, stomped into the soft sand, and the dagger in his hand stopped at the location of the major artery in the neck, and with a single stroke of his hand, he could take the life of the poor gladiator.

"Ah...... Give me a treat...... Kill me......" The mortally wounded slave gladiator wailed and twisted his body in search of a painful death.

The Fallen Elves ignored the wailing slaves at their feet, and looked at the tens of thousands of nobles in the audience, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the audience erupted in frantic shouts.

"Caesar, Caesar, Caesar!"

"Skinned that lowly slave alive...... We're going to see the full 'pig's skin'......"

Hearing the enthusiastic shouts of the audience, the fallen elf bowed slightly, drew a circle with his right hand very elegantly and stopped on his chest, and said with a gloomy smile: "As you wish, nobles!"

Whew!

In the next second, the dagger in his hand was tumbling rapidly at the fingertips, like a 'death butterfly' flying up and down, and the technique of peeling was quite perfect, obviously not the first time to do this kind of thing.

"Ah...... Yes...... Kill me!" the slave gladiator wailed heartbreakingly, the pain so severe that he wanted to bite off his tongue for pleasure.

Bang Bang Bang!

As if anticipating the slave's suicide, the Fallen Elf broke the slave's limbs and mandible, and smiled cruelly: "It's not so easy to die, you have to cooperate with me to complete this performance......"

Inside the channel.

Wang Tiedan looked at the inhumane degenerate elf angrily, the anger that had accumulated in his chest was almost bursting out, and the big axe in his hand couldn't help but draw an arc, wanting to hack the murderous degenerate elf in front of him.

"The grass mud horse ...... ****'s little smash, Lao Tzu wants to unload you into eight pieces......"

If you don't roar, it's hard to vent the anger in your heart.

Bump!

With all his strength, the barbarian warrior slammed his axe into the heavy iron fence gate, making a deafening explosion, and invisible energy waves burst out from the contact point between the axe blade and the iron gate, and a huge shock wave rolled up a terrifying wave of qi, rushing towards the bloodthirsty and smiling fallen elves in the field.

Well?

The Fallen Elf sensed Wang Tiedan's roar and hateful gaze, turned his head, and bent his bow to shoot an arrow quickly.

Bang!

The arrow swirled and sliced through the sky, and a dark green energy gathered on the arrow, transforming into a black skull, devouring the surrounding air and sunlight like a black hole, smiling deathly at the human slave in the passage.

The cold and ruthless voice accompanied by the sharp arrows that came at a gallop resounded throughout the audience.

"It's your turn, Pig!"