Next to appear is a butcher, an ogre butcher.

Judging by the bloodstained machete, the creature didn't know how many minotaur warriors had been killed, and now, he was standing in front of Berbato.

The Great Chief wants to avenge the death of his comrades, and the Ogre Butcher wants to cut the Minotaur Chief with a thousand knives in order to gain the so-called honor.

The battle soon began.

On Berbato's side, although already scarred, the courage and faith of the Great Chief supported the great warrior to charge again against the brutal monster.

And the ogre butcher, on the other hand, is also simple and rude. Between the hands and knives, a terrifying arc has been completed, but there is no picture of plasma bursting and flesh and bone separation. Berbato deftly spun against the blade, then fell to the ground, a thump!

The spikes on the other end of the tomahawk pierced the ogre butcher's toes.

At this moment, the ogre screamed in terror.

Several ogres on the sidelines even wanted to rush up and tear the stubborn minotaur apart. But their leader put a stop to the reckless actions of his men.

The battlefield of the gladiatorial fight was already stained with blood. When the blood dried, it emitted a strong foul smell, and the blood of the blood ogre was more than the blood of the minotaur, and the taste was even more unpleasant.

Enduring the excruciating pain, the butcher once again charged in a rage.

At this time, he pulled out the big axe behind his back, and did not give Berbato another chance, using both hands and feet, like an efficient killing machine.

The frenzied attack formed a wall of swords in front of Berbato. The Minotaur had no chance to break through, and could only retreat again and again until the edge of the field. Then he was blocked back by the ogre on the sidelines.

Stumbling back into the field, the butcher was already swinging his heavy weapon with both hands.

Berbato used the battle axe in his hand as a block, blocking the machete in the butcher's left hand, the rusty cleaver axe did not continue to fall, but the butcher was holding the weapon with both hands, the attack of the left hand was blocked, and the secondary weapon in the right hand, for a moment, when the big axe in the right hand cut, Berbato had no room to dodge.

The huge battle axe sliced through the belly of the big chief with a cow head like a meat slicer!

"Ah......h

Berbato's bison-like howl echoed over the valley. And the younger brother who came to help, a compatriot, did not know where he had been evacuated.

A piece of meat was cut off raw, and the intestines inside the abdominal cavity were exposed. A large amount of blood poured out of the Great Chief's abdomen.

“****。 ”

The ogres cheered, as if they were about to reap their supposed glory. The butcher held up his weapon and saluted his companions on the sidelines, saying that he had won most of the time.

In this savage game, Berbato endured the pain and spat blood at the ogre butcher in front of him. (There is already blood in his saliva.) ）

“*****”

I couldn't understand what the ogre in front of him said again, but in the next second, the angry butcher kicked him directly.

Already badly injured and unable to exert its strength, the furious beast once again concentrated on kicking with all its might. Berbato knelt down.

The thick body was knocked several meters away before stopping, dragging a long line of blood on the ground. The bright red blood was so striking that it told the ogre that the leader of the Minotaur was no longer good. Now, it's time for glory.

The butcher walked up to Berbato.

It was a disgusting and ugly face.

The butcher slowly grabbed Berbato's hair, and then used the hair to hang Berbato into the air. The pain of a man's hair hanging like this is indescribable, especially now that Berbato has been badly injured, a large piece of flesh has been cut open in the abdomen, and the intestines are leaking out.

Under the extremely strong nerve pain, the great chief of the minotaur almost fainted.

But ogres are a brutal race, and the butcher sees that his loot is about to close his eyes, and spits in the face of the Great Chief Minotaur.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

Berbato had a strong will to resist the brutality of the ogre, but he was too weak, after a long battle, with a lot of scars on his body, and now he was pulled by the hair by this monster, he was able to survive until now, and he was already considered a natural good physique of the Minotaur Great Chief.

But no matter how strong the body is, it can't withstand such devastation.

The butcher hangs Belbato and throws it out again.

At this moment, the moment the Minotaur hit the ground, his heart almost stopped beating.

However, the torment continues......

The butcher grabbed his cleaver axe and chopped off Berbato's arm!

"Ahh

The Great Chief of the Minotaur screamed in great pain. But the more it screamed like this, the more it caused the ogres on the sidelines to laugh and laugh.

Such a bloody and brutal picture that even the barbarians could not stand it. The barbarian leader was even indignant and wanted to stand up for the great minotaur warrior. But he couldn't, and if he intervened to stop it, his people would soon suffer the same fate. The ogre's invasion has left the continent severely traumatized.

"Maybe it's long past time for everyone to unite against these brutal creatures?"

The barbarian leader thought to himself, but he could never go back to the past, at that time, when the ogre had just landed, the barbarians were still unable to get along with the minotaur tribe, and fought every day, in fact, when these brutal and disgusting monsters landed, the two largest races of Kargas should have united a long time ago to fight against these beasts from hell, but the barbarians cowardly chose to escape, and lived one day at a time, until they were enslaved by these monsters. The barbarian leader was grieved at the thought of this, but he could no longer change what had happened in the past.

One arm had been severed, and Berbato's blood had almost run dry. As he lay dying, the Great Minotaur remembered his wife, with her honest smile and thoughtful consideration. I remembered that in that warm meadow, the children were running and playing freely, and those beautiful images resurfaced before Berbato was about to close his eyes.

"Ahh ”

Until the next moment, the butcher's cleaver axe slashed at Berbato's head like a deadly scythe!

The Great Chief of the Minotaur was completely killed, the sharp cleaved axe sank into Berbato's skull, never to be pulled out again, and the inhuman monsters erupted in disgusting and grotesque laughter.

Under the blood-colored sky, a battle without glory was regarded by the ogre as a glorious battle to show off...... (To be continued.) )