The Colosseum Arena occupies a large area, and by the standards before Lin Xiao's crossing, it was the size of six standard football fields.

In such a large space, there are some ownerless weapons scattered on the ground.

One-handed sword, wooden shield, iron bow, iron axe.

These weapons, which at first glance are not very sophisticated, may only be better than nothing for an unarmed slave.

"Hero, you say, can we go back alive today?"

Gollum, who was wearing armor, seemed to have become the leader of the dozen or so orcs who participated in the show.

I saw him break free from the shackles taken off by magic and rub his shoulders.

"I only fight for glory, keep up with my pace, and I can live."

"Good! We listen to you! ”

The living conditions of the orc tribe are very difficult.

Many of them had never eaten as good food and wine as last night.

Gollum was able to defeat two level 40 elite guards single-handedly, bringing them food and wine like never before.

If there is really any hope of surviving today, then it can only be a glimmer of possibility if you follow behind such a hero.

From the other side of the arena were more than a dozen ragged elven slaves.

It is rumored that every elf is born extremely handsome, but this is not always the case.

Most of these elven slaves were exiles who had been expelled for violating the laws of the elven kingdom.

Before being sent to the arena, they had already gone through several rounds of selection.

The sweet-looking female elves naturally have another place to go, and they will not be reduced to this place and become a one-time "consumable" in this kind of arena.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Among the more than a dozen elven slaves, there was a woman with outstanding appearance.

This female elf not only has a hot body, but also a stunning appearance.

It's just that on her beautiful face, there is a worm-like scar that runs through the entire face.

Perhaps, this is the reason why she was not selected by the slave traders to enter the Fengyue Place.

"Your Royal Highness, we ......"

Kneeling beside her was an old male elf.

Elven races have a long lifespan and usually do not look old.

An "old elf" like him, with a white beard and wrinkles on his face, is probably more than a thousand years old.

"Rest assured, we will live until the day of revenge."

The female elf, known as the princess, has a hoarse voice and a resolute look in her eyes.

Her name is Winnie.

Today, this is not the first time Winnie has stood on the stage of a colossal performance.

This is the ninth time that the exiled elven princess has stepped into the blood-stained arena.

The first eight times, the elf team has won under her leadership.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, as long as a slave survives ten "Colosseum Shows", he is free.

Winnie is hungry for revenge, and she naturally wants to live in this beast fight.

With just two more wins, she'll be able to leave this damn place and start taking revenge on the vicious enemies who sold her to human slave traders.

"Jay, did you notice? There was something unusual about the orc. ”

Elves are born with a racial talent called the "Elven Eye", and their eyesight is much better than most races.

Winnie caught a glimpse of the armor-clad Gollum of the orc team.

"He may have been the personal slave of a nobleman, otherwise he would not have had such fine armor."

The elf princess is very experienced, and she can see at a glance that there is someone behind Gollum.

"Your Highness Princess, are there any noteworthy people on the dwarf and orc side?"

The elderly elf named Jay was the exiled princess's most loyal servant.

On the night Winnie disfigured herself, Jay had already sworn that he was willing to give up everything for the princess.

Jay knew very well that it was impossible to defeat the endless waves of Warcraft in the "Colosseal Show".

The only way for them to survive is to let the other three teams die as quickly as possible.

In this way, how to kill the powerful heroes of other teams while resisting the attack of Warcraft has become the key to surviving in the "Beast Show".

"Your Royal Highness Princess, once you find out that there is a strong person in the other team, immediately tell the old slave, and the old slave will kill him for you."

Jay has reached level 40 and has an advanced class called "Shadow Dancer".

The Shadow Dancer's pro stunts are perfect for "assassination".

Jay is confident that as long as he is not disturbed by the monsters with powerful anti-reconnaissance capabilities, he will definitely be able to get rid of the slave leaders of the other teams.

Once the leader is lost, it is impossible for the chaotic slaves to survive the wave of Warcraft for long.

"Jay, let's observe first, if there are no accidents, that orc should be our strongest opponent this time."

Winnie narrowed her eyes and sighed softly as she observed the dwarves and orcs who had all entered.

"It's disgusting that these humans have sent such young children here!"

Among the orc slaves was a petite girl who looked to be only about fourteen years old.

She was unkempt, unclothed, and looked badly malnourished.

Sending such a person into the arena, Winnie really can't understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of human beings.

"Human! You should not bring such toddlers into the arena! ”

Unfortunately, Winnie's protest could not have taken effect.

She's just a member of the arena herself.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the nobles in those boxes, creatures like them are not even as good as pigs and dogs.

While the elven princess was staring at the rostrum with resentment, the magnetic voice of the arena director was also heard from the rostrum.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Colosseum!"

"Tonight, let the warriors of all races in the arena present you the most exciting and realistic survival performance!"

"Without further ado, I announce, the show begins!"

With the shouts of the Grand Master of the Arena, the teleportation altar in the center of the arena also began to operate.

It's a one-way portal.

Field agents in the arena risk their lives to travel to the Beast Forest, instigate the Beast Tide in it, and then set up teleportation beacons where the Beast Tide must pass.

They control the number of monsters captured by adjusting the size of the teleportation beacons.

The arena will deliberately control the intensity of the wave of Warcraft, so that the Warcraft in the field will gradually increase, so as to enhance the purpose of viewing.

It didn't take long for the portal to be fully activated.

As a flash of white light flashed, more than twenty fourth-rank demonic beasts, "Gale Wolves", suddenly poured out of them.

"Oh? Today's Warcraft wave is a gale wolf pack? ”

The arena staff in charge of the commentary did not seem to know the "protagonist" of today's performance in advance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Gale Wolf is a fire, a dual-line demonic beast of the wind, with a fierce temperament and a penchant for moving in groups."

"Their population is extremely large, and the smallest population is nearly a thousand heads, and there are also fifth- and sixth-rank royal individuals!"

"I just don't know if we have enough luck tonight to witness the strength of the royal clan's gale wolf!"