The orc arena is a place that makes the dark spirits unhappy, and generally such things, for example, most of the alien arenas are full of pain and pain and suffering, specifically, similar to beating the butcher's nail?

But for the orcs, there is no better amusement park in this world than the arena, and they love the smell of one-eyed when the distinctive smell of blood moistens the metal, penetrates the thick metal walls, and the smell of waste and rotting orc flesh.

In the arena's prep room, One-Eye sipped a can of fungal beer and enjoyed a fart massage, but he also knew that he couldn't kill the damn Gough boss with positive force.

Fortunately, there are no taboos in the orc arena, everything you can imagine can be brought in, although the Gun Boy is not as popular as the Hack Kid, but the Orcs don't care, they just want to see what the blood looks like on the ground.

One-Eye put on his shoulder armor, and for the sake of flexibility he didn't choose the fully enclosed armor that most bosses loved, using terracotta steel and all kinds of materials that were hard enough to set his skin.

That kind of thing has good defense, but it still makes stealth make a nasty clicking sound.

Ready to put the big gun, grasp the dagger, and walk towards the elevator with one eye, the click of machinery, the rotation of gears, and after a slow ascent, the light shines on his face through the cage-like lifting equipment, and the hot and humid forest wind is resisted by the wide amphitheater, countless messy bunkers, scattered weapons, and the corpse of the kid stuck here.

One-Eyed wondered why they put the wheels in the arena as cover and take them out to make trucks?

But he loved it, he loved it, and the blood of the orcs was tumbling and burning, and countless boys filled the seats around the arena, shouting like chirping maggots.

A psionic kid, dressed like a shrimp with a pistol and shooting his own kid, what's it called? Commissar kid, huh?

He stood on a high platform in the middle of the arena, which may have been a beautiful big log, but now it has been chopped, it is a good ornament, it is also a cover, and it is a good place to hide himself, but now he has a "Ban Tableer Peacock Psychic Boy" or something standing on it.

He might think he looks good like this?

But as his distinctive, noisy, psionic energy reverberated through the greenskins, in the kind of ragged arena of mud and bunkers and corpses, One-Eye quickly realized how expert the Gough clan was at fighting the fight.

The psionic kid shouted like a natural host. "Welcome, welcome, you people who don't know whether to live or die, our arena audience mortality rate is 5-12 percent! For every 100 greenskins, 7 die from watching! ”

"I have to admire your bravery and brainlessness, come and see the two bosses fight, now, I count..."

"The mortality rate is 30 percent!"

The audience erupted in loud cheers, and it was clear that every orc felt that they would not be one in 30 percent, but would see the people around them being affected, and their dead heads would be bleeding.

One-Eyed dared to decide that if this was the Shrimp Arena, or if the Shrimp had an arena, a 30 percent chance of death would be enough for them to leave.

And he had already seen the bastard in the cage opposite, wiping his big pincers, and One-Eyed thought that he was going to chop that pincer off and use it as a trophy.

Iron Tooth also noticed the Bloodaxe bastard on the other side, and smiled at him that was uglier than crying.

The Psionic Kid continued to shout in the middle of the arena. "Now, our defenders... It's ours, waaaaghboss, iron teeth. Gough! ”

“waaaaagh!”

“waaaaagh！” The boys are happy like little animals in heat, and they know that when Iron Tooth comes, the arena is absolutely exciting!

The Psionic Kid continues to introduce. "Challenger! It's our new boss, the mighty one-eyed. Blood Axe! ”

“waaaaagh!”

“waaaagh!” This time the shouting are all brat with blue faces, they used to be dead skull kids, and now they are... A dead skull boy in the hands of a bloody axe.

At the end of his words, the Psionic Kid shielded himself with the shield of the Armored Kid on all sides, and then shrank back on the high platform, not wanting to look at it again.

"Let's go!"

After his declaration, the huge iron gates of the cage slowly opened, and two ferocious, cunning, or cunning and ferocious beasts confronted each other.

Imposing and pretentious, they feel that they are destined to rule all the greenskins and set off a huge waaagh, but what the reality is, only the battle can be judged.

Irontooth's metal jaw clicked, and its massive body dragged its pincers forward, while One-Eye only smashed a smoke bomb down just after heading out the door.

There were boos at the moment, and there was no doubt that the boys were disappointed when the white smoke filled the arena, and Iron Tooth looked around.

"That's it? Stupid guy? The useless blood axe is not comparable to Gough, that's why your clan is dead, haha! ”

Is One-Eyed angry? He's! But he still cowered behind the bucket, crossing cover only when Boss Gough looked sideways, calm, intelligent, and quiet, deadly.

Iron Tooth quickly realized this, and he began to swing his huge pincers like a fuss in a frenzied manner, smashing iron, concrete, and orc bunkers you can imagine out of the arena.

Some fell into the audience, smashing many boys' heads and bleeding, and there were fart spirits who sold things to make money and wanted to sell the forest mushrooms they picked to the orc boys, but they were smashed into a ball of mushroom mud, and his goods were also plundered by the orcs next to him.

“waagh！ You're just going to hide? I! Compare! Thou! Violent! waaaaaagh！ ”

Iron Tooth smashed the bunkers again and again, without tirelessness, and the falling things turned into raindrops of metal and stone that fell on the auditorium, and the boys turned into mushroom mud and stuck to the floor of the arena.

It's crazy, they're still cheering, and they think it's really good to see such a show!

He was panting and tired when Iron Fang cleared most of the cover in the arena, but there was only one wheel left here, and there was no doubt that he was hiding in it, haha.

"I got it!"

He swung his power pliers and grabbed the bunker with great force, and the damn wheels were instantly clamped into crooked things, and Iron Tooth had no doubt that he thought he had won, only to find that the last bunker had not been bleeding mushroom juice...

"What?" He tried to speak, when suddenly a gust of green wind swept across his cheeks, and One-Eye had come from behind him, taking the Katachan blade from his waist, and then slashing through his thick throat, blood pouring out, and then quickly leaving an ugly mark as the orc's powerful muscles and body healed.

Iron Tooth's voice was very unpleasant at the moment, and his originally rough throat was now even more hoarse.

"Ka... Grunt... Blood Axe Bastard! Where are you? He was snorting from bruising in his throat.

One-Eye wiped the blade. "I'm behind you, big guy, the best cover is you, big enough!"

Undoubtedly, such cunning once again pulled the atmosphere of the arena to the maximum, and the orcs shouted with joy again and again, like the waves of the sea...