Warlord of Chaos Chapter 202: Roar

At the back end of the market, there is a small but not too small duel arena. Once a conflict arises, it will often lead to bloodshed. The mercenary guild's restrictive power is very limited. The relationship between them and the mercenaries is not a relationship between superiors and subordinates. They are at most a referee. As for the mercenaries who lick their blood, if they can still control their emotions, they will treat you as a referee.

In order to control the bloodshed within a certain range, the mercenary guild built this duel arena. It is normal for two people to dislike each other and propose a duel, especially for mercenaries, it is commonplace. The open attitude of the mercenary guild is that they do not support or obstruct, but in fact they encourage mercenaries to resolve conflicts in the duel field, at least it is much better than killing each other secretly, but this also varies from person to person. Like Gibran, he would never stand on the ridiculous duel field.

There were quite a few people sitting around the duel arena, all of them were watching the excitement. Seeing Duye Sam, Winston, Gibran and others walking over hand in hand, they moved aside wisely.

They came a bit late, and the show had just started. The area of ​​the platform in the center of the duel field was not small, almost hundreds of square meters, enough for a magician and a warrior to have a fair duel. At this moment, twenty slaves climbed up the platform slowly and divided into two camps. They wore very little clothes, regardless of men and women. Yes, women have an extra tube top. The only decent thing on the slaves was the headbands on their heads. The headbands were beautiful in style, exuding a soft brilliance in the sun, and seemed to be inlaid with gemstones, but the distance was too far, and some can not see clearly.

A magician wearing a white robe slowly stepped onto the platform, first released the magic of loudspeaker, and then gave a speech. His central idea was to introduce the origin of the slaves, and he also used all kinds of gorgeous words to boast about the slaves At the end of the story, several attendants brought a batch of long swords and iron shields onto the platform. Under the command of the magician, those silent slaves stepped forward and chose their own weapons. .

"This is..." Winston was stunned for a moment, and he exchanged glances with Duye Sam and the others. They all thought of one thing, a game that was loved by the nobles a long time ago, the living wrestling!

The attendants carried several buckets of water to the platform, and poured water on the slaves unceremoniously. The water has colors. The slaves of one camp turned red, and the slaves of the other camp The slaves turned blue.

"Start!" An excited voice resounded through the duel arena through the magic of amplification.

The slaves still stood there silently and did not move.

The magician retreated to the side of the stage, took out an hourglass from the space ring, put it on the ground, and said loudly: "The time is up, if there are survivors on one side, they will all lose!"

Hear this sentence. The slaves finally had a little more vitality. They looked at each other. He is also observing his opponent. I don't know who was the first to make the move. Then the situation suddenly intensified. The slaves of the two camps shouted and rushed together.

There is no dazzling vindictiveness. The slaves fought entirely on their own physical strength. They should be battle-tested fighters. Even those women are the same. Their movements are simple, powerful, and quick. It also makes the combat very brutal. Puffs of blood flowers bloomed one after another. Severed hands and feet are flying around. If it was stabbed and knocked down by a long sword. The scene is a little better. Some slaves had their brains smashed by iron shields. That scene is really creepy!

It only took a short time. The victory and defeat have been divided. One of the camps had only one slave left. And the other camp has four left. The slave wielded a long sword and iron shield. Left branch right block. He has been injured in many places. The situation is extremely critical. Sudden. He let out a roar. His body radiated grudge light.

The four slaves who besieged him were shocked when they saw this. Hastily backed away. The slave did not give chase. His figure suddenly froze there. Then the roar turned into a scream. The long sword and iron shield dropped from their hands and fell downward. Then he fell to the ground involuntarily. Cover your head with your hands. Rolling desperately. But only for a few turns. They never moved again.

Off stage. There was silence. People came to see the excitement. But did not expect. They saw a **** fight! Although the mercenaries do not reject fighting. But fighting should have its own meaning. At least one reason must be found. For example. For survival. To address threats. Even the criticized Gibran. Nor would it be a pleasure to kill someone! To be precise. It's not that they can't see blood. But can't stand this kind of unreasonable cruelty.

The magician in the white robe stood up and announced the end of the first gladiatorial fight. More than a dozen attendants ran up to the stage to collect the corpses. And the four surviving slaves walked towards the audience supporting each other. When they walked by the magician. The magician suddenly reached out and stopped them.

Among the remaining slaves were three men and one woman. The three men were only slightly injured, and the woman was seriously injured. Her left arm was hit by the iron shield, and her bones should have been shattered, twisting in a very weird posture.

The magician tapped the female slave's left arm a few times with his magic wand, then took two steps back, waved his hand, and a follower drew out his long sword and pointed it at the female slave's neck

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The sword is not fast. Just now Han Jin and others saw clearly that the female slave's fighting power was very strong. She knocked down four opponents successively, laying the foundation for the victory of the entire camp. She opened the sword, but she just stood there blankly, letting the sword edge slash her neck, blood splashed, a head rolled and flew upwards, and the headless corpse swayed and fell down.

The three male slaves were stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked down the stage.

"These guys! Is there any humanity?!" Moxinke said angrily.

"It's too cruel!" Sunier's mood also became very bad.

"Do you know what the totem of Cold Shadow City is?" Manager Gail said lightly, and everyone saw that Gail had grabbed Yalena's arm, and Yalena had been trying to shake it , but Gail's hand seemed to have taken root, and she couldn't shake it off at all.

"Yarina, don't mess around!" Han Jin said softly.

Yarina looked a little discouraged, gave Han Jin a blank look, and gave up struggling.

"Manager Gail, what did you say just now, what is the totem of Cold Shadow City?" Han Jin asked.

"It's the snow wolf." Gail's eyes flickered, as if he was remembering something: "Only those who have been to the Xuefeng Plateau will know the horror of the snow wolf, and will understand what the people in Cold Shadow City believe in. .”

"I think they did it on purpose," said Winston, frowning.

While they were talking, the second batch of gladiators had already stepped onto the platform. This time, the people who appeared on the stage were a bit strange. One side was all women, wearing gauze skirts that could only protect the last bit of shame, and the The curves and the two bright red spots on the chest are looming, the age is about sixteen or seventeen, and the weapons in his hands are even more outrageous. There are mops and fire sticks, all of which are commonly used at home. On the other side, there is only a giant man about two meters tall, holding a long stainless steel sword in his hand, wearing soft armor, and wearing a helmet on his head in addition to the headband. Is this a gladiatorial fight? !

"Start!" The magician put the hourglass back.

More than a dozen girls huddled together, not to mention fighting, they didn't even have the courage to look at their opponents, the mops and fire sticks in their hands shook very violently, and some even wailed.

Time passed bit by bit, and the giant man kept looking up at the sky, not moving or speaking.

The magician who was the referee got a little impatient and had to repeat the rules loudly, but the big man still didn't move, as if he didn't hear anything.

Seeing that the scene was a little cold, the magician felt embarrassed, and chanted a spell in a low voice, and the headband on the giant man's head suddenly radiated light.

The giant man's figure shook slightly, and then he turned his gaze down, a sneer bloomed on his face, then he crossed the long sword, put it on his neck, and swiped hard, a blood The spring gushed out, the huge body stumbled forward a few steps, and fell down on the platform with a plop.

The audience was quiet for a while, and suddenly someone shouted: "Okay! This is how you look like a man!!"

People have been patient for a long time, this shout can be regarded as lighting the fuse, and all the unrestrained mercenaries exploded, and the shouts resounded through the sky one after another. They are free and advocate freedom. They will never allow anyone or any force to control their destiny, not even gods! Therefore, seeing the miserable end of those slaves made them feel angry from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, mercenaries will also be swayed by interests, but in normal times, they have their own principles, for example, you have to pay for meals, and you have to pay for playing with women. The most basic respect for life of the same kind.

Lonely Cliff City has never been involved in a war. This lord has fallen, and that lord has risen. It has nothing to do with them. The relatively peaceful life makes them unwilling to bow to power and violence. The more explicit and brutal the violence, the more intense their backlash.

The smarter mercenaries have already noticed that something is wrong. The magicians in Cold Shadow City seem to have other plans, they are deliberately scaring people. Most of the mercenaries just think that those soldiers died unjustly~IndoMTL.com~ those girls are very pitiful, that giant man is unwilling to kill his compatriots, he would rather take his own life, he is a good man. But no matter what it is, it is enough to arouse the anger of the mercenaries. The former, they are not afraid of the threat of external forces, and the latter makes them feel sympathetic.

"I'm going to fight you, you **** of Lengying City!"

"Damn, you don't treat people like people!"

The roars of the mercenaries were wave after wave, and Moxinke couldn't help it anymore, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Go! Brothers, kill those beasts!!" Han Jin didn't speak, and he also I dare not make any moves, but shouting a few times is not a problem.

The nearby people heard the shout, looked back, and saw that it was Moxinke, and now they became more energetic. Moxinke is surrounded by big figures in the mercenary world. He dared to shout so, naturally he got it With the support of the great people.

The magicians in Lengying City near the platform panicked immediately. They never expected to cause riots. In fact, when passing through Deep City and Holy Crown City, they all performed the same performance, but in those two In this city, what they gained was silence. Compared with Guya City, the gap was too huge. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to **m, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)