Sword and Magic and Taxi

? When the gladiators walked into the battlefield, there was a warm cheer from the audience. The audience has been stirred up by the previous theatrical performances, and they need a spectacular, gorgeous and **** duel to push the whole event. The huge shouts resounded across the sky, and the entire arena was constantly shaking under the sound waves, as if it was about to collapse at any time. Ricas looked at the auditorium with lingering fear. The people on it were already impervious to the wind. The seats, aisles and steps were rubbing shoulders one after another, pushing each other to get closer to the arena. Even the high terraces, those prepared for parliamentarians and business people, are now full of spectators. Regardless of the danger, they even leaned on the railing and looked down, their necks stretched long, like six turtles.

Ricas looked at the people on the left and right. On his right side is Butcher, he is still serious and silent, it seems that the enthusiastic audience and the grand scene before him can't make his heart beat faster. Ricus himself was already enthusiastic, and he couldn't wait to be the first to rush up, pick up his weapon, and fight. But Butcher's calmness also infected him. I am a fighter today, not a slave gladiator.

Farther away are two and a half giant fighters. Da's limb muscles and slightly dull eyes are always very easy to identify. They are already out of breath before the game starts. This is not caused by fatigue, but over-excitement, which causes both heart rate and breathing to rise. Shorter time is called warm-up, and longer time is called exhaustion.

These two people shouldn't worry about them, as long as they don't provoke them as soon as they come up, they will naturally find the dwarves farther away without harassing Butcher. Although half-giants are relatively stupid, they are not without their brains, and naturally know that they are easy first and then difficult. Butcher seemed to be the kind of nasty guy, and he was already a fierce name, no one knew.

Ricas looked to the left, and clearly saw tension and fear in the eyes of the female fighter on the left. By the way, he can be regarded as a man with a bad reputation. During the qualifying match, he deliberately failed to kill a slave opponent, so he left a long list of disabled people with missing arms and legs. On the contrary, he became "cruel and perverted." , Terrifying". Many gladiators are discussing whether it is better to fall into Butcher's hands and be torn apart, or to be disabled for a lifetime?

Those who are close will stay away for the first time, and then join the gladiators who are further away to besiege themselves. Ricas and Butcher had already analyzed this situation, so they decided on a defensive counterattack strategy. When necessary, you can also pretend to be against each other to delay time.

Because their real goal is only one, and that is the Witch King Karak. He was sitting on the grandstand on the west side. Although he protruded a little bit forward from the surrounding stands, he looked up in the sandpit and only one head was still visible most of the time. It was too difficult to throw the Heart Wood Spear and hit a high head from a few tens of meters away, and they couldn't expect the Witch King to stand beside the stand, exposing most of his body like a target. So the only chance is to climb to the high ladder in the middle of the arena, so that you can have a better angle of attack and a certain distance closer.

He recalled the whole plan again, got the weapon, and together with Butcher killed the troubled enemy, climbed up the high platform. Then Satiri and Kotander will cast spells to destroy the defensive circle of the platform, and they must attack at the same time, throwing the Heartwood Spear into the chest of the Witch King Karak.

Hope everything goes well, Ricas prayed.

The Witch King stood up, and he stretched his arm forward, a light shot from his fingertips, just hitting the top of the high platform. In the light, eight hidden doors opened around the high platform, and round-shell beetles, poisonous scorpions and salamanders emerged from the inside. With the wave of the Witch King's arm, a flying dragon with double wings and long tail flew out from the room inside the tower, with chains tied to its feet, standing on the top of the platform. Its neck is as long as a snake, and each tooth is like a dagger. It opens and closes forcefully when it roars, which is very frightening.

The audience exclaimed, and then it became as hot as a volcano exploding. "Dragon!" "Dragon!" they shouted, waving their arms to mimic the way a dragon **** its wings. Ricas also took a breath, and was startled by the huge creature. He turned to look at Butcher. Butcher just snorted and said with disdain: "It has only two legs, but it's a two-footed dragon. The gap between it and the dragon is like a mouse and a lion."

"Why didn't Texian say about this?" Ricas suddenly thought of this detail: "Is he going to betray us?"

"No matter which world, the nobles are the same, swinging around, at a loss, and forgetting what to do. Taixian is a so-called nobleman, and he will naturally forget things and ignore such big details! I think this is normal. ! How can there be no surprises in an adventure? What's the point of orderly?"

Rikas could not fully understand the emotion in Butcher’s words, but he looked around, and he didn’t knock him down by a sudden crossbow arrow or spell, and the Witch King didn’t seem to send a Templar to take them down. , This may prove that Taixian did not betray them? He patted his cheek vigorously and said to himself, "Rikas ah Rikas, when are you still unable to concentrate? You are here to fight, not to play games. Whether it's a gladiator or a beast , They will only stretch out their claws to hinder you and kill you with their teeth! Don't become a corpse!"

Karak Witch King waved his hand for the last time, and his voice echoed over the arena with the power of magic: "The competition begins!"

There was a brief silence in the crowd, but it might be just an illusion, because the whole stand was boiling with cheers in a moment. The gladiators took the lead, rushing to the high platform in the center of the arena, they first had to grab their handy weapons. But if you focus too much on weapons, you will die soon, because the battle has already begun on the road to the high platform. The half-giant waved his huge fist and slammed his opponent hard. A thrown off guard was blown to the head in mid-air and became the first victim of the game.

Rikas waved his long sword arm, and everyone with his bare hands was reluctant to provoke him now, so he and Butcher did not encounter any danger along the way. The two came to the place where the weapons were piled up, but only found a heart wooden spear. Butcher turned his head and saw that a human gladiator he had never seen before was using a huge sword against the enemy~www.NovelMTL.com~, but he used the heartwood spear as a javelin, which he carried in the belt on his back.

"Don't worry, just get it back if you have a chance." Butcher took a look and picked up a long sword and a warhammer from the ground. "Don't think so much, it's far from the time now!"

"Yes, let the others fight for a while, the beasts and the two-footed dragon will prevent them from climbing the high platform." Rikas held the Heartwood Spear in his left hand and glanced down in the direction of the throne: "If he has been standing, I am There is also a chance to hit him here."

"It's too difficult." Butcher shook his head: "And you see, he sits back, with only a ball the size of his head. There are more opportunities above the high platform. This is what Tesian is right."

"Moreover, both Satiri and Cotande must be ready." Ricas used a long sword to fend off a flying axe, keeping in mind the earliest tactical arrangements, so he still didn't attack immediately. He and Butcher back to back, guarding carefully.

Butcher defended the other direction, seized the opportunity to pick up the weapon and throw it on the ground. This is currently the safest and most effective method. He glanced at the two Xinmu Spears from the corner of his eyes, and Zhao Mai's strange behavior not long ago emerged in his thoughts. "Why did the kid make a fake spear? And so surely Ricas will get the real spear?" To be continued.