Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

Amidst the cheers and cheers of tens of thousands of spectators like a volcanic eruption, the two ace gladiators raised their power to the extreme.

The endless bloody battle is on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, under the arena behind the Wildhammer, dozens of horns blared in unison and the battle song of glory sounded, and a banner decorated with seven-color feathers was raised to represent victory.

The adjudicator terminated the gladiatorial fight.

And announced that the Wildhammer won the final victory.

The auditorium fell into a brief silence.

Then there was a booing ten times stronger than the cheering and cheering just now.

——The warrior of Turan longs for a glorious death, like a traveler who treks ten days and ten nights in the desert longs for sweet water with honey.

In the long and prosperous era of the past ten palm years, because there was no large-scale war, even the mighty Turanian warriors could hardly create unprecedented brilliance on the battlefield and ushered in vigorous sacrifices.

At that time, the gladiatorial arena was the best destination, and the blood-stained arena was the best way to die. In most of the gladiatorial fights, one party would be seriously injured and fell to the ground, with mutilated limbs, unable to get up again, or died suddenly on the spot. .

There is no need for anyone to decide the outcome.

Death itself is the best judge.

But today is different.

The largest and most glorious war in the history of Turan civilization is about to begin.

Even if it was death, all Turan warriors, including the ace gladiator, wanted to die on the real battlefield with the most heroic and tragic posture after beheading hundreds of enemies.

This method of death can turn their bones and souls into glorious epics.

Seeing that the era of glory has just kicked off, it would be worthless to die on the arena at this time.

And the owner of the arena is often the most powerful military nobleman in each clan.

A large part of the purpose of building an arena and raising gladiators is to add fresh blood to one's family and army, thereby enhancing the strength of the entire clan.

Next, the five major clans will soon start a brutal civil war, and decide which of the five chiefs is eligible to be crowned as the "War Chief" and become the supreme leader of all Turanites in the Glory Era.

No clan is willing to lose troops and generals at such a delicate moment in a gladiatorial battle to select generals.

However, with the bravery and pride of the Turan people, it is absolutely impossible for the gladiators to voluntarily admit defeat.

Not to mention whether the ace gladiator can pass the level in his heart.

The key point is that there are still tens of thousands of spectators watching, and even betting heavily on them.

Raising your hands and surrendering in full view, in the words of Longcheng Civilization, is simply "social death".

That's why the role of "Judger" was arranged to forcibly terminate the gladiator after the winner was determined, and the winner was announced.

This is also a step down for the loser.

Lest the two ace gladiators get really angry and end up dying together.

The audience knows this all too well.

But the wrestling between the two aces was so exciting, their appetites were so high that they couldn't calm down and threw things into the arena one after another.

What they threw were not harmless sundries such as melon skins and fruit cores.

It was stones with extremely sharp edges; sharp daggers polished with broken bones of beasts;

—these are the things they hide under thick folds and hair, and bring them into the arena to fight the supporters of rival gladiators, or to vent their displeasure after losing everything.

It is also excellent to complain about the adjudicator forcibly terminating the competition.

All of a sudden, bullets rained down, and all kinds of stones, bone blades, and animal traps "cracked" onto the arena.

It was even dangerous, passing by two ace gladiators.

For the two aces who have activated the totem armor, even if they are hit by a stone at high speed, they will not lose a single hair.

But the harm is minimal and the insult is great.

The two aces were furious, and the flames of battle continued to rage, showing the attitude of "never obey the ruling, we must fight to the end".

Ice Storm raised his hand, and shot a bunch of cold icicles at Wildhammer's feet, and the shattered ice shards splashed Wildhammer all over.

He stretched out his claws again, and cut his own throat, saying: "Even if the adjudicator announces your victory, I will cut your throat, and let the endless darkness tell you who is the real winner! "

The Wildhammer stomped hard, and the mace whipped up a gust of wind, sweeping towards the victory banner behind him.

The banners were swept away, rattling, swinging here and there, and the strong rat people holding the banners almost staggered.

This is to say: "Hey, I don't need this thing to declare victory at all, the glory of victory, and your life, I will use mace and meteor hammer to seize it with my own hands!"

The two aces even grinned at the VIP seat where the adjudicator was, and let out a roar of extreme dissatisfaction, as if they both refused to acknowledge the result.

In fact, this is also a routine operation in the arena.

After all, if the adjudicator had just announced the winner, both parties immediately breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the arena at the same time.

It will look very fake, it will appear that they are not aggressive at all, and even a little afraid of death.

Of course, the loser will be judged as "unspirited", and the winner will also be suspected of stealing a victory by relying on luck.

Therefore, after the adjudicator announces the winner, both winners and losers must follow the procedure, and then lash out at both the opponent and the adjudicator.

The loser said "wait and see", the winner said "I'll wait for you", and together they cursed the adjudicator for being nosy, interrupting a magnificent, soul-stirring and wonderful event, enough to be remembered by all Turan people for thousands of years Epic battle.

In the end, Cai was reluctant and was dragged off the arena by the rat people's handymen.

Acting and doing a full set, this is called professionalism.

By the way, for the Ratman handyman, pulling down gladiators under such circumstances, especially pulling down losers, is the most dangerous job in the arena.

Because the angry gladiator, especially the loser, will often struggle desperately, pretending to return to the arena and fight for another three hundred rounds.

Although it is pretending.

However, it is normal for the uncontrollable fighting spirit like a flood to blow seven or eight rat people's handymen into the air.

Today's scene, however, went a little too far.

Perhaps it was the shame that all the Rat People and servants on his side were slaughtered, it was too strong.

Perhaps it is the two trump cards who have long had old grudges, new and old grudges, and cannot vent.

Their fighting flames are burning more and more vigorously, and they have no intention of calming down at all.

Swish!

The road of death paved by the ice storm with ice picks has extended all the way to the feet of Wildhammer. The thickest and longest ice pick pierced his abdomen fiercely.

The Wildhammer was furious, the mace smashed the ice pick fiercely, and with a flick of the proboscis, the bone tumor like a meteor hammer burst into a howling scream again, lingering killing intent, tearing the air, and smashing heavily towards the towering chest of the ice storm go.

However, the offensive of the two aces was too late to collide.

It was blocked by a fireball falling from the sky.

The fireball was both like a meteor and a giant egg made of magma, and it fell between the two aces, in the center of the arena.

The whole arena trembled violently, and the two aces shook three times.

Like a ravenous beast, the magma swallowed up the thundering attacks of the two aces.

Accompanied by the flow, eruption, condensation and shaping of the magma, the "giant egg" cracked and turned into a burly human figure.

It was like a bull standing upright.

Wearing heavy armor that has just been cast and has a temperature of thousands of degrees.

On the surface of the armor, there are still streams of magma constantly gushing and flowing.

"Tick tock" flowed to the ground, turning the ground with a radius of ten arms into a scorching magma lake.

And he is like a statue of Balrog rising from the deepest part of a lava lake.

Apart from the crimson magma, the most striking features of this armor are the two mighty shoulder armors.

In addition to the liquid metal helmet that completely fits the facial features and the head, it has shaped a majestic bull's head.

The two shoulder armors are also like two bull's heads with wide open eyes and horns rising into the sky, like war knives out of their sheaths.

Looking from a distance, this is a three-headed bull-headed devil conceived by magma!

"Yes, it's Kasava!"

"Kasav Bloodhoof! He actually acted as the adjudicator of this gladiator fight!"

"Is that the totem of the Bloodhoof clan, 'Lava Fury'?"

There were bursts of exclamations from every corner of the circular auditorium.

Even after activating the totem armor known as "Lava Fury", the adjudicator named "Kasav" is still several rounds thinner than the Wildhammer with "Locomotive" activated.

But with only his right hand, he casually grabbed the Wildhammer's proud proboscis.

And raised his left hand, facing the ice storm.

In the direction pointed by the left hand, the road of death paved by the condensed frost of the ice storm, one after another, was swallowed by the tumbling magma.

The meaning is obvious.

enough.

This is the final verdict.

No one can disobey my ruling.

At least, no one was alive.