Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Soon, the small voices of discussion gathered into a chaotic wave, which escalated from a wave to a violent ocean.

Everyone, even those who had backed other aces in the past, those who had just lost a large sum of money on Icestorm, and the quilboars who were not of the Ironhide clan, jumped out of their seats.

They rounded their arms and cheered and applauded with all their strength.

That's right, Icestorm is crazy.

But isn't that what the audience wants to see?

No matter who the opponent is, they are all crazy, reckless of the consequences, crushing them unstoppably, tearing the opponent into pieces, grinding them into a pulp, and burning them to ashes.

This is the real gladiatorial fight!

Audiences are tired of games that have been getting more and more mediocre lately.

If every gladiator had to rely on the adjudicator to decide the outcome, instead of being adjudicated by blood and death as in the past, why did they go all the way here, squeezed into the cramped seats, and watched the children pass by? Every trick?

The hearts of most gladiators have already flown to the battle of five clans and the battle of glory.

Only Ice Storm still maintains the most traditional and purest gladiator qualities!

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

For a moment, the name of the snow leopard female warrior exploded from the throats of tens of thousands of spectators at the same time, shocking the audience and resounding through the sky.

Amidst the passionate cheers, the banner representing victory finally rose slowly.

Kasava, who was fully armed, rushed onto the stage angrily, and dragged the unconscious Hippo warrior away in time to prevent the snow leopard female warrior from snatching more totem armor fragments.

"Ice Storm, you are crazy!"

Looking at Ice Storm's two huge claw blades that were almost dragged to the ground, and the air holes on both arms that gushed out a strong killing intent, Kasava was shocked and angry, staring at her as if he didn't know Ice Storm, " Do you know what you are doing?"

"Know."

Under the silver-colored mask, came the ice-cold laughter of the snow leopard female warrior, "I am exercising the rights of a victor, capturing more powerful power and more glorious glory."

"You're asking for trouble, even your own death!"

Kasava gritted his teeth and said, "It wasn't enough to offend the Ironhide family last time, but this time you want all the Hippo warriors to regard you as an endless enemy?

"How many times have I said, if you desire power, then accept my blood gift and join the Bloodhoof family, no matter how many resources or combat skills you want, including using fragments of ancient armor to upgrade your 'Mithril "The Ripper", I can give you everything, and I can also invite the witch doctors and priests in the family to help you deeply integrate with the totem, and use the safest and most secure way to become stronger!

"But you shouldn't be so self-assertive!

"Swallowing two pieces of such a large totem armor in a row, your 'Mithril Ripper' will definitely be deformed into a terrible monster, and it will eat back your flesh and blood and even your soul, turning you into an 'origin warrior'.

"Even if you survived by luck, you have offended so many people, and I want to help you, but I don't know how to do it!"

Ice Storm looked at Kasava.

A faint sigh came from under the silver-colored mask.

He seemed to be confused—what was he afraid of in the past two years? Why did he feel almost suffocating uneasiness when he saw such a guy, so that he was playing with him in the palm of his hand?

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kasava, but there is one thing, I think you may have made a mistake."

Ice Storm said coldly, "I do long for power, but I want to use my minions and swords to obtain it in the way of the Turan people, instead of relying on anyone's gift.

"That's right, in the past two years in the Bloodskull Arena, I have received a lot of help from you, including you using the armor fragments of the Bloodhoof family to help me upgrade the 'Tearer' to a 'Mithril Ripper'.

"However, I have also used my impressive record to win a large number of audiences and interests for the Bloodhead Arena, and I am worthy of anything I get from you.

"We are just a mutual cooperation relationship, I really don't know where you said 'self-assessment'.

"As long as I haven't accepted your gift of blood, I am free.

"I can go anywhere and do anything I want as long as I'm ready to pay whatever it takes, right?"

Kasav narrowed his eyes.

He heard the overtones of the ice storm.

I couldn't believe my ears.

On the bull-headed battle helmet of the totem armor "Lava Fury", the two bull's eyes suddenly widened, oozing ruby-like blood.

Even the huge bull heads adorned on the shoulder pads on both sides also turned at the same time.

The three bull heads stared at the ice storm together.

"You want to go?"

Kasava paused, "Do you want to leave the Blood Skull Arena?"

The ice storm suffocated.

But his feet were firmly fixed on the ground by Frost, and he didn't even step back a finger distance. He gritted his teeth and said, "Before the blood giving ceremony, I have nothing to do with the Bloodhoof family. Whether I walk or not, it's all mine." free!"

Kasava's expression hidden under the bull-head mask suddenly became extremely deep.

"I see."

The adjudicator of the Bloodskull Arena put away all his shock and anger, and no longer dwelled on this topic.

He changed the subject and asked coldly: "Ice Storm, the series of changes that have happened to you recently are related to that guy with black hair and black eyes, right?"

The ice storm was startled.

Although the body was frozen with ice in time.

The slight trembling of the tip of the claw blade still exposed her inner emotions.

Kasava got the answer.

An active smile appeared on his face again.

"Actually, it's not that difficult to guess."

He explained slowly, "You are an outsider who has no roots in Blackhorn City and has lived in the Bloodskull Arena for a long time, so it is impossible to get help from other forces besides the Bloodhoof family.

"Then, what happened to you and your team recently... a series of incredible changes can only be caused by a certain Rat People servant.

"Most of your servants are recruits who have just been conscripted from the backcountry. From appearance to performance, they are very in line with the characteristics of the rat people. They are ordinary and not worth mentioning.

"Only this black-haired, black-eyed guy, who suffered such a serious injury, not only survived, but was able to crawl out from the depths of the dungeon, climb all the way to the most sacred and dazzling arena of the Bloodhead Arena, and become the 'Frost The Queen's most trusted person.

"I don't think that Ice Storm, who is always as cold as ice and keeps strangers away, will suddenly be interested in an ugly monster with black hair and black eyes.

"Tell me who he is!"

"He is my servant, and I am a free gladiator. He has also proved himself with two consecutive victories, and he is eligible to enjoy the rights that a Turan warrior should have!"

Ice Storm raised his voice, "Master Kasava, listen to the cheers of the audience around you. You wouldn't choose this time to attack a servant of a free gladiator who has won many battles?"

Kasava's eyes twitched slightly.

His eyes really resembled his name, condensed into two bloodthirsty battle axes.

But some spectators around had vaguely noticed the subtle atmosphere between the adjudicator and the ace.

It seemed that they were not only talking about the outcome of this gladiatorial fight.

Kasav looked around.

Facing the cheers from mountains and tsunami, he took a deep breath and took a step back.

"Of course, you and the warriors under your command are the pride of the Bloodhead Arena. How could I be willing to tear up my 'trump card' with my own hands?"

Kasav said, "I just want to remind you that the Ironhide family seems to have been planning some action recently, trying to get back the totem armor from you.

"Okay, now maybe a raging hippo warrior.

"Promise me, you and your mysterious servant with black hair and black eyes, be careful not to be ruined by your own arrogance and recklessness, okay?"

"Don't worry, Lord Kasava."

Ice Storm said, "When our enemies are all smashed to pieces and turned into carrion and mud, we will definitely try our best to survive and witness the true glory!"

"Master Ice Storm!"

Not far away, Ye Zi screamed in a panic, interrupting the conversation between the two, "It's not good, the Reaper was injured too badly, he seems to be dying!"

...

Meng Chao opened his eyes suddenly in the depths of the large bronze medicine vat filled with secret medicine.

The surrounding medicinal liquid, which was originally viscous like honey, became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye under the crazily devoured by his 36,000 pores.

All the spiritual energy contained in the secret medicine was transferred into his body, turning into the brightest stars in the eyes as deep as the night sky.

Feeling that the damaged and withered spiritual veins have been opened.

The intricate psionic network like a three-dimensional spider web shines again among the internal organs.

Meng Chao grinned silently.

Although the hidden wounds lurking deep in the cells and the evil power originating from "Matrix 01" have not been completely eradicated.

Including "Lu Siya" transformed into a jungle banshee, with green skin and long red hair, also appeared in nightmares every night, hugging his thigh and entangled him tightly.

But he eventually climbed out of the abyss of death step by step.

Once again, he has the ability to challenge the fate of destruction.

Moreover, the farther away from Dragon City, the stronger the inexplicable excitement.

In Dragon City, he played the role of a guardian, a strong and heavy shield that could only passively defend against the attacks of alien beasts.

Every time a battle of wits and courage is won, even if it wins, it will inevitably cause a large number of casualties, which makes him quite unwilling and unhappy.

Can't say he didn't enjoy being a Guardian.

Meng Chao just felt that "Guardian" wasn't everything to him.

Not even his best role.

Besides being a solid and heavy shield.

He should also be a thin, stealthy, sharp and poisonous blade.

It should be up to him to take the initiative.

Take the initiative to attack, to decide when, where, and in what way, to stab the poisonous blade into the most fatal vital point of the target.

This is the real Meng Chao.

A ghostly assassin who walks through the flames of doom and survives after the catastrophe.