Sword and Magic and Taxi

He likes the feeling of the battlefield.

Butcher brandished his mace and smashed the mantis in front of him into a puddle of mud. The green and red mixed together, flowing down from his body. Yangtian roared, and even the two-footed dragon was shocked. The only pity is that the mace has been cracked, so I can use it once or twice at most.

Although he has been pursuing peace of mind, hoping to settle down somewhere, away from right and wrong, and perhaps even want to try to rebuild his family, he still cannot deny that he really likes the feeling on the battlefield. Since the start of the gladiatorial fight, more than a dozen opponents have buried their lives in the action that challenged him, leaving only a few small wounds and blood stains all over the body. His own sweat steamed, mixed with the other smells on his body, turned into a real **** murderous aura, constantly radiating, and already able to scare the beasts on the high platform.

The fearful enemy can no longer bring up Butcher's interest, only those fighters with fighting spirit and martial skills can be called opponents. He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked to the high terrace. Karak, the Witch King, has his head exposed, looking down with a golden crown symbolizing power. His eyes flashed with red flames, and it was cloudy and uncertain, containing great power. But Butcher clearly felt that the Witch King's attention was not in the arena, but in the audience.

Yes, what he wants is the life of the audience, plus the life of the templar who maintains order, plus the life of the gladiators and more slave laborers, the lives of all the tens of thousands of living creatures*, Spirit and soul. He was actually staring at his delicious meal, which was a gluttony feast that would turn himself into a dragon after eating it. Plundering and devouring the lives and strength of others, behavior that violates the laws of nature, what an evil behavior, what a powerful behavior!

"Rikas, it's almost done, we are going to try to get to the high stage!" Butcher evaluated the situation. Zhao Mai had previously analyzed the development and changes of this battle in detail. The safest way is to solve all the threats on the ground and then climb up to the high platform. That way, the possibility of winning the championship is the greatest. But the purpose of the Witch King is not to decide the champion, but to kill everyone in the arena. When he feels that the champion is about to appear, he is likely to leave the throne and activate the magic tower, which is too late.

The only way is to start climbing when the situation is still chaotic, and take action while the Witch King is still posing and before he leaves. Of course, this will attract firepower early, and bring more danger to Ricas and Butcher. But Butcher and Rikas said that as long as they both play, they are the target of attention. The danger exists from beginning to end. It doesn't matter if it is early or late.

Rikas bit the Heartwood Spear in his mouth, leaving his left hand to prepare for climbing. At this moment, Butcher suddenly shouted: "Be careful of the elf on the left!"

A flash of lightning shot Rikas's eyes, and if it hits, he will surely make him blind, but the Heartwood Spear makes the spell return without success. The elf warrior stared at his hand blankly, wondering where the problem was.

Ricas would not let go of this opportunity, pounced from the table, and the long sword in his right hand pierced straight down. The elf raised his arm with a small round shield to resist, but he completely miscalculated the sharpness of the long sword. The shield and the arm were cut off together, with the life of the elf. But before his death, the elf dragged Rikas down, pressed him into the sand, bit his shoulder with his teeth, tearing off the last **** food of his life.

"Rikas!" Butcher's voice sounded from the second floor of the high platform, excitement more than nervousness, it should not be too urgent. Ricas broke away from the elf's arms and got up from the sand. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the king's platform. The Witch King's crown is still there, and he seems to have not noticed the situation in the venue. The Heartwood Spear suppressed the lightning spell. If this scene falls in the eyes of the Witch King, will it arouse his vigilance?

At present, luck is still on their side, and the Witch King's eyes are not on the arena. This luck boosted Rikas' morale. He took a deep breath and let the breath of the Atas Desert penetrate into his lungs, drawing strength from it. Zhao Mai said to him that this planet was ruined by a magician, and a planet's will wants to retaliate. It wants all casters to die! So in the matter of assassinating the Witch King, the entire planet is on Rikas' side!

There was a feeling in his heart that what Michael said were facts, irrefutable facts.

Butcher is fighting a human warrior on the second floor of the high platform, using a mace against a giant sword. In this confrontation, the cracked mace is obviously at a disadvantage. Butcher can only adopt a more conservative posture, but even so, the mace is constantly being consumed and will become fine wood after a while. Stick it? Ricas got up, bit the Heartwood Spear, and quickly climbed up.

The human warrior smashed the mace, and his opponent can now only use his bare hands. "Butcher, the most powerful warrior?" The human sneered: "I won't give you a chance to go down and get a weapon. You will die here!"

Butcher took a step back, avoiding the blade of the great sword sideways. He was about to step forward and attack. The opponent had already lowered the giant sword and pulled it back. A diagonal line blocked the direction of Bucher's possible advancement and launched another offensive. After a few rounds, this man had almost no flaws in the giant sword's moves, forcing Butcher to retreat again and again.

Not far behind, a flame lizard stared at it, bulging its cheeks and preparing to breathe flames. A smile crossed the Great Swordsman's face, he just had to force Butcher to stay nearby, and he would definitely die.

Butcher also felt the danger behind him, and his intuition on the battlefield stopped him. The Great Swordsman did not attack rashly, but still adopted conservative advancing tactics. He held up his weapon, watched, threatened, and continued to persecute.

A long sword pierced through his chest, bringing a cold feeling. The heat representing vitality was quickly lost, and the high platform and the earth opened their arms towards him. Butcher stepped forward quickly, reached out and grabbed the giant sword, and drew the heartwood spear from the back of the giant swordsman~www.NovelMTL.com~ In this way, both heartwood spears are in his hands, and now he can have no distractions. Climb up!

The flame lizard blasted out heat waves, and billowing flames enveloped half of the plateau. This is the power of creatures, not magic or psychic powers. The Heartwood Spear is useless for this. Zhao Mai analyzed this situation for them, and also tested the attack and defense capabilities of the Heartwood Spear, so Ricas and Butcher were mentally prepared and hurried to move to avoid them. Their embarrassed appearance caused many audiences to laugh, and the screams of the gladiators who were affected by the flame caused another round of cheers and applause.

A flying axe spun around and hit the lizard's neck. The flame in the throat had an additional vent hole, which caused a burning in the internal organs of the lizard itself. The flame lizard actually ignited itself, and soon burned into an empty skin. This scene made the audience shout more enthusiastically than ever. Not many of them even noticed that Ricas and Butcher had climbed to the third floor, and there were only two floors away from the top floor, that is, one. It's only the distance of the two-footed dragon.

The Witch King Karak stood up and came to the railing at the edge of the platform. Many people present had noticed the Witch King’s actions.

A templar with a horned helmet and no face visible, and covering himself in the steel armor, took the first half step and guarded the Witch King. (To be continued.)