The battle was over, and the only surviving Ice Vein mage on the other side struggled to leave the scene after handing over his nameplate, without the slightest desire to stay for a while. In the end, only three people remained in the forest, two living people, to be exact, and Gavira, whose fate is unknown.

The sunlight overhead seemed to return to its original color at this time, falling coldly, illuminating the mess everywhere.

The earth within a hundred yards was torn apart, and some of the trees that had stood tall and upright were cut off at the waist, and some fell to the ground burning with flames that had not yet been extinguished. Countless pieces of grass mixed with the blasted scorched earth, scattered everywhere. The residual smell of the elemental explosion and the faint smell of blood filled the air, and as the breath penetrated into the nostrils, it smelled a little pungent.

Zal shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to sober up. He didn't even dare to cancel the status of "Iron Heart" immediately, because the severe pain that followed would most likely cause him to fall into a coma immediately.

Gulping up the air, Zar slashed through the dirt with his sword in one hand and moved towards Gavira on the ground. On the other side, Grohl's figure had already rushed over, grabbing the head of the wood elf in front of Zal and pressing his palm against the pulse of her neck.

"Is she alive!!" Zar crawled, roaring urgently, his eyes bloodshot as they were. The orc looked at him with a serious look, as if it had passed a thousand years. Eventually, Grohl's brow suddenly furrowed, and he nodded excitedly. "Alive! Ancestors are above, she is still alive!"

"Still alive?!" Zal's eyes twitched, "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!" After saying that, he hammered the ground hard, let go of the long sword, and crawled in the direction of the wood elf with his hands and feet. It wasn't until recently that he found out how serious Gavila's injuries were.

An explosion that the flame mage eventually unleashes with his own blood as a carrier of energy. Nearly tore apart the Wood Elf's leather armor. All the skin that was exposed on the outside was either fine blood or scorch marks from the flames. The cheeks under the hard-topped hood were bloodless, and the eyes that were once incomparably bright were now tightly closed, and they were still trembling slightly, as if they were suffering a great deal of pain.

Zar pulled the kettle out of the tie pocket around his waist. Shake it vigorously. But fortunately, the explosion just now only squeezed the body of the pot into a little deformation, but it has not yet reached the point of breaking and leaking.

He handed the jug to the orc, then gestured at the wood elf's face, who immediately unscrewed the lid and carefully poured the fresh water inside onto Gavila's face. The cool liquid seeped through the Wood Elf's mask, and while it wasn't expected to hydrate her, it would at least ease his pain, Zar and Grohl thought.

It didn't take long. Gavira frowned a few times and opened her eyes weakly. The two of Zal who were surrounding them breathed a sigh of relief, and it was good to wake up, at least it proved that the injury had not reached the point of no return.

After a brief moment of distraction, the Wood Elf's gaze sharpened, and he looked back and forth between the faces of Zar and the orc. "Win...... Did you win?......" she asked with difficulty.

Zar froze, and glanced at the orc, who nodded heavily. "Don't worry. Won. ”

"Okay, damn it......" the Wood Elf wanted to move. But she was immediately stopped by the sharp pain on her body, and after scolding in a low voice, she directly gave up her efforts to stand up. "If you win, you'll be ......," she took a breath, "Otherwise, I'll give you a few stabs by yourself!"

The Wood Elf said, turning his head to look at the battlefield around him. "What about opponents?" she asked.

"Two died. The remaining Ice Vein mages handed over their nameplates and had already left. The orc carefully held Gavira against a large tree next to her. "Probably because we're worried about our revenge, that guy can run faster than a rabbit, and I pray he's dying of exhaustion on the way back to the meeting point!" Groll complained in a low voice.

"Ran away?" asked Gavira with some confusion, "You gave him a chance to abstain?"

Zal waved his hand. Rejecting the orc's help, he moved over and sat down beside Gavila. "I can't let it go," he said, pointing at himself, "You fell to the ground and your life is unknown, I almost lost my combat effectiveness after killing the Mystic, and I know better than anyone how difficult the Ice Vein Mage is, if you can't kill it, you can only consume ...... death"

He said as he took the jug from the orc's hand and took a sip. "But the situation at that time is no longer exhausted, and we need to confirm your injuries as soon as possible, even a little more time may pull you back from the death line. "Just win, that's the best result so far." ”

The Wood Elves looked at them steadily—their teammates covered in blood and mud, and finally fell silent, just averting their cheeks to the side. The orc glanced at Zhal. "How are you? Why hasn't the Iron Heart status been lifted yet?"

The orc's words drew the wood elves' concerned gazes back to them. "Not right now," Zal rubbed his pounding temples, his eyes bloodshot and looking ready to burst at any moment. "If it is lifted, I'm afraid I'll pass out in no time. He said.

Grohl frowned slightly. "Wait a minute, I'll go collect all the nameplates, and get out of here at once. ”

"The wound on your back......" Zar was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by the orcs. "You say that?" the orc symbolically twisted his shoulders and smiled nonchalantly. "It's still hurting? I almost forgot about it. With that, he ran out with his great axe, but Zar and Gavira focused on the bloody patch of flesh on his back.

The process of collecting the nameplates went well, and in addition to the one of the Ice Vein Mages, Grohl found four more on the Mystic. It was just a bit too much time to spend on the "body" of the flame mage, because the other party didn't even have a complete corpse left, so the orc could only rummage between the scorched earth and the minced flesh for a long time before finding the black medallion that had been burned and distorted.

There are six in total, two teams. Looking at the harvest in the hands of the orcs, the three of them felt a trace of "not fighting in vain" at the same time.

The battle was too thrilling, Zal thought with some trepidation. What if the Chaos Force didn't fend off that round of magical attacks? What if Grohl and Gavira didn't kill the mage? Or, in the worst case, what if Gavira died in battle? Even if you win, what will you win? Do you want to take the meaningless six broken cards and face the dead old moon demon Ulez?

Zar shook his head violently, banishing the completely unimaginable questions from his mind, holding on to the tree, and staggering to his feet. The orcs ignored Gavila's protests and carried a great axe in one hand. Carried the Wood Elf behind him.

Looking at the "Metal Fangs Clan" standing up again, the tens of thousands of spectators in the gladiatorial arena let out a sigh in unison as if the boulder in their hearts had finally landed. Soon after, there was a very quiet, but powerful, applause. No one yelled, no one shouted, and they paid their most sincere respect to this tenacious team. The applause echoed for a long time.

The Half-Elf and Casavalon sat in their chairs as if they had lost their strength. Adjani and Leila, who were next to her, were just laughing silently, their palms clenched together. And what about Jimmyson, the owner of the "Uncanny Valley Gladiatorial Arena"? He looked at the "crystal wall" in a daze, and his face was full of stunned, shocked, distracted, and many other complicated expressions, as if he had fallen stupid, without a single sound.

"Amazing, amazing......" The goblin's voice was unexpectedly flat, as if he hadn't recovered from the battle he had just had. "What words should I use to describe it?" I thought of a pity...... "both teams are strong," he said. It was a battle that was enough to reach the level of the final stage, but it was a pity that they met at this time......"

Rometta nodded a little tiredly. "Yes, they all have the quality to qualify for the next round. The old man said, "Whether it's tactical formulation, or offensive and defensive dismantling." Neither team could fault anything. And in the end, the 'metal fangs' won, on the one hand, of course, the strength factor, I'm afraid you have seen the hole cards shown by Zal in this battle. ”

Hearing the old man's words, everyone remembered the pair of stabs that came out of the ground at the same time. Hold the mysticist's palm tightly. It can be said that that is the key to the turning point of the whole battle. Without this immobilization skill, the Mystic will definitely pull away again and cooperate with the Ice Vein Mage to kill either Zar or Grohl, and finally complete the victory of the entire battle.

But although they all figured it out, it doesn't mean that the audience isn't curious. "No one knows, no one has seen, and the 'power of blessing' is completely unknown...... I'm afraid that round of mortal magic attacks, Zal also survived by it, right?" Rometa's guess made the audience nod their heads, "Besides, I can understand why the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge' will give Zal a sky-high weekly salary of 4,000 silver tables." But it's also true that such a hole card is definitely worth such a price. ”

The eyes of the audience were all focused on the old butler, and the faces of many gladiatorial arena owners were full of naked jealousy. But there was no trace of joy on the faces of Casavalo and the half-elves. Because Zal has always hidden his "chaotic power" very well, and if it is exposed today, it means that there will be no unexpected tactical effects in the future.

But they also know very well that there is no way to do this. Because the battle is fought to the point of life and death, retaining strength is tantamount to killing yourself. In other words, what's the use of keeping your hole cards if you're dead?

The voice of the goblin rang out. "My dear sir, it seems that the hole cards are revealed, and it's useless......" he muttered strangely, "because the cards are still clasped, and we don't even know what tricks can be played in this hand!"

"That's right, so I'm looking forward to seeing how this team performs in the future. The old man said with a smile

"Well, my sir, that aside, what about the other side of the story?" asked the goblin.

"On the other hand, it is something more valuable than 'strength'......"

"That's?"

"Trust. The old man said in a low tone, "Whether it's Zar using his life to break down the trap, or Grohl taking his skills to turn fire, or Gavira killing the mage with a big fireball...... All their actions are to fight to the death of themselves, and they also want their teammates to win. This can entrust the trust of life, enough to allow them to survive countless difficulties that others can't withstand......" Rometta said and asked rhetorically, "Do you know what it's like to have a teammate standing next to you, no matter where you kill, whether it's right or wrong, there's someone behind you?"

In the gladiatorial arena, there was silence. "I don't know...... But I'm here today, I see. The old man whispered, sighed, and placed the sound stone on the table. For a moment, even Tangjin was silent and forgot to speak.

"Trust", a word that will receive the loudest ridicule at any time and place on the gimbal, but it is also displayed in front of tens of thousands of "villains". It's like a leather whip with spikes on everyone's heart, and with the blood bursting out, there is also a piercing pain. However, after many people have been hurting, for a moment, they have a kind of hot warmth, the kind of warmth that longs to be given.

Silence spreads quietly in the sea of people, and it does not disperse for a long time. The "crystal wall" emitted a soft light, and the picture flickered quietly, but at this moment, several exclamations rang out from the audience, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Look, look! Someone! Oh my God, how can someone walk into the battlefield!"

With a "boom", the hearts of countless people hung again. In the picture, on the edge of the battlefield that had just ended the fierce battle, three blurred figures slowly walked out.

The goblin's eyes widened, and he flipped through the information in his hand. "It's ...... The 'Whiplock Clan' from the Iron Spike Mast Gladiatorial Arena!" The goblin looked up sharply, "They, how come they're here?!"

The old man's voice came slowly. "Lurker ......"

Indeed, there were people, and just as the three of them were about to leave here, they saw the uninvited guests approaching at the same time—armored humans, wood elves with daggers, and moon demons with long staffs.

Gripping their weapons again, the three of them stood there, looking at the "Whiplock Clan" from a distance of more than a dozen yards away. The human on the other side took a step forward and bowed, but there was no kindness on his face, only a slightly playful smile.

"Guys, this is a great battle!" the human spread his arms covered in fist armor, "We watched from the side for a long time, and we didn't even dare to come forward to disturb us, hahaha......" he said and laughed, but the wood elves and moon demons behind him stared at Zal and the others with extreme vigilance.

The three of them had no intention of speaking at all, they just looked at them coldly, took silence as an answer, and returned them to each other.

The human snorted and pursed his lips. "Since you don't want to speak, I'll say it. He pressed his palm to the hilt of the sword at his waist, "You're all hurt, I can see it, so in order to avoid something that doesn't happen soon, please hand over your 'race plate'." He said with a smug face. (To be continued.) )

PS: Everyone, happy holidays~! Laba porridge, do you have a drink?