In the jungle, the deafening explosion sound rolled like thunder, and countless broken trees, grass stalks, and dirt were lifted into the air, crumpled, and tumbling and pouring down.

The two warbands swept across the forest like a swift wind, weaving through the dust of light and shadow. The incomparably brilliant brilliance was thrown from one party's hand behind him, whistling, rubbing the air, breaking the falling light, and finally being dodged and blocked by the figure of the other party at high speed, shattering into scattered magic particles and returning to nothingness.

This is a chase that completely indistinguishes between the "hunter" and the "prey", and the one who runs in front does not mean that he is weak or flees, and the one who chases behind does not mean that he is strong or victorious. The whole stage stretched infinitely in the distance between magic and blade, and it was as if it didn't move at all, just waiting for someone to show a flaw, be caught, be held down, be killed, and that's it.

In the face of the roaring magic attack, the formation of the three of Zal chasing after them kept changing, following Gavila's position, and the position of Zal and the orcs always maintained the fastest speed adjustment. Although there was no communication, both of them could see that Gavira was anxious as a combatist.

At the same time, this was also seen by Rometta in the gladiatorial arena. "The 'Metal Fangs Clan' is hesitating...... "In the midst of the rising voices, the old man said extremely seriously.

"Hesitation?" the goblin asked, turning his head to look at the old man.

"Yes, because there is a very serious problem involved," the old man explained very quickly, "The physical decay of the physical profession is directly related to the strength of the attack, while the spiritual magic energy and the physical strength of the legal profession are completely different systems. In other words, the longer it drags on, the worse the battle will be for the 'Metal Fangs'. ”

Accompanied by the old man's words, tens of thousands of spectators collectively fell silent for a while, and an inexplicable sense of tension instantly pressed the audience. The scene that had just been filled with voices immediately became silent, and everyone's attention was focused on the "crystal wall".

In the VIP seat, the half-elf sat up straight with a frown, looking at the three figures running wildly in the forest, a pair of fists pressed on their legs clenched together, and the bulging joints were blue and white because of the excessive force. "I can't afford it. If it drags on any longer, this battle will definitely be lost......" he whispered in his heart.

As if thinking of it with the half-elf, Gavira suddenly pulled the position to the right of the three of them, raised her eyebrows proudly under the hard-capped hood, opened her emerald eyes, and looked at Zal in the middle, and Grohl on the far left! Nothing else!

"If you make a mistake, you must fight resolutely!" was the phrase that the half-elf said most often in team training, and it was also the sentence he asked the three of them to always remember.

The next moment, the three people who were staring at the front suddenly accelerated, leaving the green behind them, and killed them without hesitation in the face of the magic falling from the sky!

Two "arcane rays" brushed past them, and the resonant hum finally turned into a string of swirling red mist. That's when it happened. On the far left, Grohl suddenly kicked to the ground and leaped to his feet with a roar, the chains on his wrists clashing like a raging wind. A copper-colored giant axe was raised above his head and slashed at the three members of the "Spell Scythe Clan" in the distance!

"Clay and rockflow!"

With a loud "boom", the ground under the feet of the three mystics suddenly sank, and they collectively stepped into the air! When they regained their shape, they found that the soil within a radius of more than ten yards had all softened. It flowed on its own, wrapping around their legs like a swirl of mud!

The three of them were shocked at the same time, what does such a range group control skill mean?!"Be careful! That's a 'high-level earth warrior'!" the flame mage roared urgently.

"They're going to have to take control!" the mystician's expression was extremely hideous, and the Ice Vein mage next to him ordered, "Then change-!"

On the other side, Zar and Gavira have come closer. However, the two mages had already flashed out of the mud with a "bang", and then reappeared far away, leaving only the inactive mystic! The next moment, two rounds of huge enchantments of ice and fire smashed into the mud, but this time, they even covered their teammates inside!

Rushing to the front, Zal was shocked in his heart, such a scene made his brain spin. He looked at the mystic in front of him, and his eyes jumped!

"'Frost Vulnerable' and 'Fire Vulnerable'? These aren't damage reduction enchantments for teammates at all!"

Zal thought to himself, and instantly understood. This is a "bait"! The mystic who seems to have "short legs" and a very slow moving pace is not the opponent's team's shortcomings at all, but a "bait" that is released, he must have a way to absorb a large number of attacks, and has extremely strong life-saving skills, and can even ignore the range skills of friend and foe!

What should I do?!The other party makes it clear that he wants to change his skills - if you don't use high-level skills, the other party doesn't use high-level skills, and if you use them, they will change them with you, and at the same time dismantle a round of attacks. The question is, don't you break your line?!

Zal gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised three fingers behind his left hand, hinting at Gavira and Grohl. On the other hand, the wood elves and orcs also understood. There is a trap in front of you, someone has to step on it, someone has to drag the mystic, otherwise this battle has no chance of winning!

"Zal-!" the two roared, but Zal had already raised his left hand, and with a "bang" smoke miasma rose into the air, dragging a trace of gray-white marks behind him, and slashed at the mystician's head with a sword that slashed at the mystician's head.

The mystics laughed wildly in the cold, as if everything was slowly taking shape according to their plan. Just as the blade touched his hair, the diamond-shaped orb that had been hanging beside the mystic master exploded, and countless thick red mist poured into his body.

The next moment, the majestic qi exploded all around, and the image of the mystic magician changed, like a burning man, his whole body was boiling with "red flames", and he became an energy body composed entirely of secret energy!

"You, it's over, my 'Sky Gladiator' Mr." The mystician's voice whispered, and the moment his arms were stretched out, more than a dozen crimson balls of light filled the space around him. Meanwhile. Several runes shattered with ice crystals suddenly appeared, and a bright yellow vortex of flame swirled at high speed above the mysticist's head!

In the next moment, criss-crossing arcane rays shot out from the ball of light, several frost bombs detonated at the same time, and a huge incomparably flaming meteorite ended up with a roar falling from the sky. The pinnacle skills of the three systems of magic hit Zal at the same time. Elemental roar, violent magic knife!

"Boom, Boom, Boom - !!"

Terrifying energy exploded in the middle of the barrier, and an earth-shattering loud sound swept away all the sounds in the forest! The turbulent flow of magic was cathartic and rampage, and the earth trembled violently as if it were overwhelmed, and the earth and dust spread out and swallowed the surrounding scenery. Flocks of birds flew out through the forest, in the sun, on the spot where the explosion occurred. A puff of smoke rises through the thick canopy of trees!

But the battle wasn't over yet, the battle wasn't over yet! Throwing off the location of Zar and the Mystic, Grohl and Gavira pounced on the Ice Vein Mage and the Fire Mage respectively - this was the implication of Zal, and immediately began to split up and give up the strong control kill.

In fact, they had already made their way to the location of the two mages as quickly as possible. But at such a distance, they were powerless to interrupt the mage's chanting. I heard a loud noise behind me. Gavira and the orcs almost bit their lips, and the battle to this point is not a change of skill at all, but a change of life!

The speed of the wood elf became faster and faster, and her figure seemed to turn into a pure black patch, which looked like a running shadow. And not a real person. The flame mage's eyes trembled, and he barely hesitated at all, and immediately flew back, waving his flaming palm and sweeping it into the air in front of him.

There was a "whew" sound, and a hovering "flaming hurricane" came out silently. Sticking to the ground and rolling towards the wood elves rushing wildly! Without dodging or dodging, Gavira, whose eyes were burning with raging anger, stared at the figure, soared into the air, disappeared with a "poof", and appeared in front of the flame mage with a string of black afterimages, passing through the "hurricane"!

On the other side, the battle between the orcs and the ice mage also began, and the ice wall of the two of them broke through the ground and collided with the "power of the earth" rolled up by the giant axe! With a piercing roar, Grohl's figure smashed through the broken ice and roared forward!

The force of the mage's explosion pushed the orc far away, and the burly green figure held his legs and ploughed the dirt under his feet, only to roar again after a moment!

Bright blue runes exploded around him, sharp ice crystals left red blood on his body, and his fists engraved with flame tattoos held giant axes, opening an endless chain of light in front of him.

A dozen yards away from him, Gavira raised her dagger at the Flame Mage, and the large fireball that broke away from his palms struck at the same time. There was a "boom" explosion, and the figure of the wood elf disappeared again at the moment when the flames exploded, but her voice pierced the orc's ears extremely clearly!

"Turning the Fire - !!"

The next moment, the Ice Vein Mage was stunned, the Flame Mage was shocked, the orc gave up his defense in the face of the ice spike attacking him, and resolutely turned around! And Gavira turned into countless black afterimages, shuttling around the Flame Mage with a straight cold light! Time passed in a flash, all the afterimages merged into one, and the figure of the Wood Elf reappeared, and she was covered in blood after eating a large fireball, and her target flew out upside down in a splattered blood mist!

"Shadow Kill!"

At the same time, the ice spikes that broke through the ground slammed into the orc's back, and the flesh splattered in an instant! But Grohl laughed, laughing madly! The muscles of his whole body stretched out a steel-like texture, and the rough roar was like a war song to vent his anger, and with all his strength, in the name of the mother of the earth, Zankevila, the giant axe broke through the wind, calling the spirit of the ancestors, turning into a streamer comparable to the sun, and the sound of "poof" crossed the earth, and disappeared in a flash on the body of the flame mage!

"The sky?

"Boom!"

The straight axe marks were carved into the earth in an instant, and a wall-like earth flow rose into the sky! The giant axe formed by the convergence of streamers reappeared in the orc's hand, and the mage's body was split in two in the blood sprayed from the sky!

"How...... Will it?!" The mage's eyes changed from blank to fierce, and he looked at the bloodied wood elves. Smiled wickedly. "Do you think you've won? Come with me and die-!"

In an instant, the blood and water sprayed in the air lit up at the same time, as if some terrifying power was activated in an instant. The next moment, the blood suddenly burned. It jumped towards the mage's body like a fuse!

"Boom, boom!"

The monstrous flames exploded from mid-air, and the terrifying elemental energy spread out in a heat wave, and Gavila's figure was instantly submerged, and then flew out along with the broken wood and dirt, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling a few times, and then not moving.

"Gavila—!" two voices shouted at the same time, one an orc and the other Zal! Covered in wounds, he rushed out of the falling dust and clung to Zal behind the mystic!

He resisted all the attacks with the "Chaos Power" he unleashed with all his might, in fact, he didn't expect to get out of the trap laid by the other party alive, but even so, he couldn't last long. The "Chaos Force" was almost completely hollowed out, and the wounds all over his body, large and small, almost dragged him to the brink of collapse.

And the mystic in front of him was also panicked. Such a scene was something he had not expected at all -- to survive with the high-level skills of the three systems? How was this possible! What did he rely on to survive?!

The arcane energy burning all over his body became darker and darker, just before it disappeared. The mysticist flicked his fingers upward, then swiped horizontally, pushing a dark red "cross" towards Zhar!

With a hissing burning sound, the mysticist's attack burned into Zal's chest, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow burrowed into Zal's brain, nearly knocking him out. Swing the "Sishua" sword and slash down. The blood light rose into the sky, and the moment the secret energy disappeared, a hideous bloody mouth hung on the myoke's shoulder.

Kick took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground, the mystic staring at the sword that had fallen again. Quickly pressed a cloud of red mist into his body!

"When-!"

The same scene recurred, and "Sishua" was blocked by a round of crimson ripples. Then, the shackles that appeared in the void locked Zhal's hands with a "click", as if the whole body was solidified, and it was firmly fixed on the spot!

The Mystic stood up rolling to his feet, grinning as he looked at the glaring Zar, and finally let go of his voice and burst out laughing. "Disappointed? My 'Sky Gladiator' Mr. Almost!" he glanced back at the orcs and ice vein mages fighting together in the distance, "Three to three becomes two to two, and soon, it's two to one! Don't expect me to let you get out of here alive, I want a nameplate, and I want your life!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and slammed it towards Zal! The dark red "cross" suddenly lit up, as if it was burning faster, and it carved deeper and deeper into Zal's skin!

"Does it hurt, my friend!" the mystic roared with a hideous expression, "In 'Aranok', the 'Soul Spike' is a good skill for torturing slaves!" he said, raising his hands sharply, and two crimson "arcane rays" shot out and hit Zal in the chest!

At this moment, a gray-white miasma of smoke suddenly erupted from Zal's body, and the shackles were shattered with a "snap". Then he suddenly staggered to dodge, and two "secret rays" grazed Zhal's shoulders, and blood flowed when he landed, but after all, he still avoided the mortal blow!

In an instant, the mysticist's face changed suddenly, and he quickly retreated. But just as he was about to teleport to his teammates again, he saw Zal wave his left hand, and the gray smoke miasma fell to the ground, and a pair of black palms suddenly broke through the ground, grabbed the mystician's ankle, and fixed him directly to the ground!

"What is this!" the mystic was stunned, his face faded with all the blood, and he looked up at Zal who rushed to him, he directly detonated all the pain of the "soul spike" at once! "Kneel down for me......"

"Wow!"

The mysticist's voice snapped, and "Sishua" stabbed into his chest, the sharp tip of the sword piercing through his body. Looking down at the slowly expanding blush on his chest, the mystic looked up in disbelief and looked at Zhar, who was covered in blood and dirt. "You ......" he climbed the edge of the long sword, "It's impossible...... 'soul spike' can't be invalid, your 'blessed power', how can you have ...... Completely, completely unknown 'Blessed Power' ?......"

The mystic looked at Zal in front of him in a daze, and he suddenly noticed that in the other party's impressive gray-blue eyes, there was a circle of scarlet light that was spinning rapidly. "This, this is ......"

Zar kicked the other man's chest and jerked out his sword. The mystic fell to the ground, pressing his wound desperately, blood gushing out of his self-opening mouth. Eventually, the light in his eyes became darker and darker, and he froze, completely unmoving.

He took a few steps forward with extreme difficulty, and because of the presence of the "Iron Heart", he could not feel the pain, but the instinctive reaction from the flesh could no longer support his movements. After a few more steps, Zal knelt on the ground with a "poof", supporting his body that was about to fall with his long sword, Zal wiped a handful of blood covering his eyes, and looked around with all his might.

Gavira lay in the dirt, unaware of life and death, motionless. In the distance, the orcs and the ice vein mages had already fought to a desperate situation, both of them were like this, and they couldn't see a trace of the original color of their clothes on their bodies, blood red, all soaked blood red.

This battle cannot be fought anymore, and it cannot be fought anymore. Zar felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, he knew that he couldn't hold out for long, he took a sharp breath, and he hissed in the direction of the orc, "Groll!"

The orcs in the distance were startled, dodging the mage's icicle and leaping backwards. The pressure in the battle circle suddenly relaxed, and the ice vein mage who was desperately insisting on it seemed to have collapsed, and fell directly to the ground, panting for breath with a miserable face.

The orc glanced at Zhar, who had almost turned into a bloody man, and instantly understood what the other party meant. "You've lost, mage!" he nailed the axe into the ground beside him with a thud, "Hand over your nameplate, and you're good to go." If you refuse, I swear by Zankovela's name, and I will kill you with my own hands, no matter how long you still have to go!"

The mage smiled, but only grinned. "Here you go, all ...... Here you go," he said, pulling a small blood-stained black medallion from his pocket with great difficulty, and throwing it to the ground. "You guys, you won......" he said at last. (To be continued.) )