The World of Deities Chapter 318: The defeat of the goblin’s men
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The stiff face of the high priest eased slightly, and he looked at Su Ye who was doing his homework, thoughtfully.
The two teams approached quickly and charged at the same time.
The entire auditorium suddenly became quiet. In most people's imagination, the two sides must have rushed together, shields struck each other, and spears waved.
However, an unbelievable scene happened to everyone.
As the two sides approached, the King Sledgehammer and the Black Devil Sheep suddenly rose into the air. The two front hooves of the Black Devil Sheep stomped heavily on the shields of the bronze warriors in front. At the same time, the King Sledgehammer's golden warhammer hit the hapless bronze. Warrior's helmet.
Boom...
Even if Wang Dahammer left his hand and didn't attack with all his strength, the bronze warrior rolled his eyes and passed out.
While Wang Sledgehammer tackled the bronze warrior, Di Aotian passed through the other bronze warrior's crotch one by one. Before the bronze warrior could react, the bone rod was suddenly picked up and hit the bronze warrior's legs. between.
"Wow..."
The bronze warrior roared like a beast, dropped his weapon, and rolled around on the ground, clutching his crotch.
Countless viewers showed sympathy.
The female audience was dumbfounded.
In the field, a girl in black robes glanced at Su Ye who was doing homework with her pink diamond eyes.
The team of the Blaze Eagle Academy was pierced through, losing two fighters, and immediately plunged into crisis.
The soldiers of the First Academy were intimidated by Julius, and went all out, directly attacked.
After Di Aotian and Wang Sledgehammer solved the two again, the morale of the soldiers of the Eagle Academy collapsed, and they huddled together, constantly resisting passively.
They dared not surrender directly, because the roar of the high priest blocked the way of retreat.
Their six tenacious battles aroused the sympathy of the audience, and more people began to cheer for the Eagle Academy.
However, the call for cheering for the first college is even more neat.
The smell of fire has increased again.
Finally, at four minutes, the last soldier was shot through the shoulder and fell to the ground.
The host shouted: "Praise the goddess of strife! The First Academy has maintained its position as the king in the arena with an absolute advantage. Let us cheer for the First Academy!"
The audience cheered, occasionally mixed with giggling "shady" calls.
After the cheers, it was the usual mockery of Su Ye black fans.
"You can't even beat the people sitting on the chairs, the people from the Firehawk Academy are going to die!"
"Goblins are better than you!"
"The goblin's men are defeated!"
The audience members who had previously supported the Eagle Academy were black and suffocated.
The rest of the audience smiled and watched.
On the Longkou terrace, the priests looked towards the high priest.
The high priest looked as usual and said nothing.
Everything is going on as usual.
One after another, but the audience suddenly discovered that there are good-looking battles and wonderful **** battles, but none of them are as interesting as the first academy.
Two hours later, the first round of the double ten battle ended.
After only ten minutes of rest, the host announced the start of the draw for the double nines.
One after another, the twelfth lottery began. When the host read out the name of "First Academy and Gale Sword Academy", most of the audience was energetic.
The old audience at the First Academy looked weird.
The gladiators of the First Academy also looked at each other.
The Sword of Waste...No, it is the Sword of Wind Academy. I just met it a few days ago, and the opponent seems to be miserable.
The gladiators of the Storm Sword Academy were all black faces, and an old man in a Chinese suit behind the team suddenly cursed a few words in a low voice, then glanced at Julis, and sat down helplessly.
Next, the host continued to report his name.
When "Su Ye" was reported, the black fans shouted collectively.
"Su Ye! I will lose!"
"Su Ye! I will lose!"
Before, only the corner where black fans gathered was shouting, but suddenly, people from all over the audience shouted, and it was quite neat.
Su Ye looked around questioningly, his head full of question marks.
This also works?
"Hahahaha..."
The audience laughed cheerfully.
The two teams stepped onto the court, and everything seemed to repeat itself. Su Ye first summoned Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer, applied protective magic to his teammates, and then took out a chair to sit down.
"Refund!"
"Refund!"
The fans yelled again, and the audience followed suit.
Su Ye ignored no one and continued to read.
The referee blows the whistle and the two teams look at each other.
Wang Sledgehammer’s soft voice spread throughout the audience: "Huh? Isn’t this the old opponent Breeze Chopper? You have to work hard this time. In case you lose as badly as the Little Chicken Academy just now, others think you are cheating on the goddess. ."
The gladiators of the Sword of Wind suddenly turned red, and the gladiators of the Eagle Academy were also furious.
Suddenly, an audience shouted.
"The Sword of Wind!"
"The Sword of Wind!"
At first it was shouted by people in one direction, but soon it was shouted by people in two directions.
The people who shouted afterwards happened to be the supporting audience of the Fire Eagle Academy.
The audience from both sides was integrated, and the momentum was huge.
The audience at the First Academy became unhappy and shouted all together.
"First Academy!"
"First Academy!"
The gladiators hadn't fought off the field, so they started fighting in the audience.
During this period, occasionally violent people yelled.
Some priests in the Temple of Discord smiled.
This is what the goddess likes to see. If the audience fights, it will be better.
The dispute between the two audiences aroused the interest of other audiences. Under the noon sun, the whole arena became hot.
The two teams moved forward slowly, then started trotting, and finally charged.
Soon, as if two walls collided.
However, one is an earthen wall and the other is a great wall of steel.
Unsurprisingly, Wang Sledgehammer hit one person directly, cut through the formation, and then turned the sheep's head for the second round of charge.
The gladiators of Sword of Wind cursed in their hearts, while shrinking their formation, passively defending.
The priests of the Temple of Discord stretched their faces as they watched the Sword of Wind so frightened.
In the audience, boos were everywhere.
The audience cheering for Sword of Wind suddenly decreased.
"Wang Sledgehammer!"
"Wang Sledgehammer!"
Many spectators began to cheer for Wang Sledgehammer, the most eye-catching player in the audience.
Su Ye blinked suspiciously. Why are there so many women's voices?
Should you not cheer for me?
Wang Sledgehammer is like a person coming crazy, his face is flushed, and he roars for a knight charge. Every charge is full of impact, even if he is injured, he must be guaranteed to hurt the enemy.
Like a little demon bull in the arena.
The audience became more excited and their voices shook the sky.
Soon, the warriors of the Sword of Wind were torn the formation again and again by the charge of the King Sledgehammer, and they were finally defeated.
Wang Sledgehammer, Di Aotian and other bronze warriors raised their weapons and cheered the audience.
"First Academy!"
"First Academy!"
Many spectators cheered for the winner.
Juliss smiled and patted his stomach with a look of complacency.
The masters of other Gladiator Academy looked at Julis, some with envy, some with contempt, some without expression, some with a cold snort.
After the double nines, enter the lunch break.
The audience who left the audience were talking enthusiastically. Almost all of them were discussing the First Academy, Su Ye, Wang Dahui and Di Aotian.
The lunch break is over and everyone returns to the game.
Everyone waited expectantly for the double-eight.
What all the audience did not expect was that the first academy was drawn in the first round, and the opponent was the fourth-ranked academy in Sparta. The ratio reaches half.
As soon as the host announced the list, someone in the audience yelled.
"First Academy!"
"First Academy!"
"Sparta!"
"Sparta!"
Most of the Spartan audience is in high spirits.
A few Persian audience members wanted to cheer for the Anger Dragon Academy, but after shouting a few times, they found that they couldn't hear clearly, and there were countless angry eyes around them, and they silently shut their mouths.
The priests of the Temple of Dissension all smiled, even the high priest was no exception.
To make the Spartans hostile to Persia, this is a bigger dispute.
Julies hurriedly said to Su Ye who got up: "This battle must be beautiful, the more beautiful the better, and it is best to completely anger the Persians. This is a big opportunity! Whether you can get a gift from God, this battle is crucial. Important."
Su Ye glanced at the priests on the Longkou terrace and nodded gently.
"I will try, I will do this..."
Su Ye finished speaking in a low voice, Julius asked suspiciously: "Can you win?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I will let them do what you say."
In everyone's expectation, two teams played.
Everyone thought everything would be the same as before.
Su Ye only blessed Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer with protective magic, and then sat back in his chair.
The remaining seven bronze warriors stood in front of Su Ye, lined up, motionless.
Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer put their backs on their backs, smiling and walking forward like the two little hooligans, and the Black Devil Sheep bleated from the side.
After a few steps, Wang Dahammer said loudly: "Listen to the opposite, your majesty said, to deal with you, so many people are bullying the children, so we are the two of the worst. By the way, my master Very kind, you'd better prepare advanced flame retardants, this time, we both have to do our best!"
All the audience were stunned, this Su Ye is too arrogant.
Some Spartans who originally wanted to see the Persians lose are angry. If they lose, wouldn't they lose the face of the Greeks?
The priests of the Temple of Dissension also looked puzzled. If they lose, although the dispute between the two people can be strengthened, the Spartans will not feel comfortable.
Suddenly, all the gladiators in the First Academy shouted together.
"The First Academy! Must win!"
"The First Academy! Must win!"
Afterwards, many audience members reluctantly followed and shouted, at this time, they had to cheer for themselves.
"The First Academy! Must win!"
However, the shouting was sparse.
Suddenly, a neat voice sounded.
"Di Aotian, Wang Dahammer! Surely win!"
"Di Aotian, Wang Dahammer! Surely win!"
Su Ye’s black fans roared together~IndoMTL.com~ The atmosphere of the entire arena was instantly ignited.
Even the spectators who watched Su Ye's gladiatorial fight for the first time today were also infected, shouting the names of Di Aotian and Wang Dahui.
"Kill the Persians!"
"Victory belongs to Sparta!"
"The Greeks will win!"
More and more people shouted.
The big man in the field looked at Julis, and saw Julis smiling and everything was as usual.
They quickly understood that Julis was betting.
The bet was lost.
If the bet is won, the Temple of Discord must have a different look at First College and Julius.