"boom!"

Wildhammer swung two super-giant maces and struck them hard, creating a burst of shattering sparks amidst the deafening explosion.

He felt an astonishing killing intent from the sparks, recalling the scene where countless pitiful opponents had their heads smashed alive by him. The hundreds of heavily armed rat people on the opposite side were all trembling as if they were naked.

They want to retreat.

The legs were frozen by the frost.

It was more like countless sharp ice picks poking behind them. As long as they took half a step back, they would be riddled with holes.

A female warrior, whose height was similar to that of a human and considered petite among advanced orcs, stood behind them expressionlessly.

From her carefully trimmed short hair, to her almost transparent eyes, to her skin as delicate as mutton fat, to the fur in key areas, there was no motley color on her body, only a breathtaking snow-white color.

Equipped with sharp claws and a streamlined and strong body, it really looks like the far north, the kingdom of night where the sun never shines. It was dug out of the coldest and purest ice cubes and carved with reference to the posture of a cheetah.

Ice sculpture.

However, when the huge crimson sun smeared its blood-like sunlight on this woman who was full of cold aura, her pure white hair, eyes and fur glowed with a layer of silvery brilliance.

It was so painful that tens of thousands of spectators could not open their eyes.

In terms of body shape, there is a huge gap between the two sides.

In terms of momentum, there is a huge difference.

Moreover, Wildhammer is from the Wild Elephant Clan. He is an out-and-out Bloodhoof warrior and a native of Blackhorn City.

The opponent has the blood of the Snow Leopard clan flowing in his body. He is a member of the Golden Clan, the head of the five major clans, and is an outsider in Black Horn City.

However, everyone in the audience was shouting her name:

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

Such unfair treatment made Wildhammer furious.

The proboscis rolled up the bone tumor and hit the ground hard, causing hundreds of criss-crossing cracks on the arena's hard-as-iron ground.

This giant gladiator, who was huge and weighed ten times as much as his opponent, roared and rushed towards his opponent.

The fight officially begins.

"Wildhammer", a wild elephant warrior from the Bloodhoof clan.

Fight against "Ice Storm", a female snow leopard warrior from the Golden Clan.

They are all the aces of the Blood Skull Arena with undefeated records in dozens of games!

Moreover, this is not just a showdown between ace and ace, involving personal prowess.

They are also competing on their training and commanding abilities to see if they are qualified to command thousands of Bloodhoof Clan warriors to defeat the Golden Clan and seize the glory of the "First Clan"!

Therefore, the two generals have not yet faced each other.

Hundreds of rat servants under their respective command had already rushed forward.

Some are beyond the expectations of all viewers.

The centurions commanded by Wildhammer were significantly more organized and their formations could change more flexibly. Even the hands and feet of the rat militia seemed to be a bit thicker than their opponents.

With the roar of the Wildhammer, the hundred-man phalanx quickly split from the middle, making way for the general from the Wild Elephant Clan to make way.

With earth-shaking steps, Wildhammer rushed from the back of the battle formation to the front in two steps, and led the rat minions, naturally changing from a square formation to a sharp-edged sprint formation.

And he himself is naturally the sharpest and heaviest heavy arrow.

boom!

Wildhammer was the first to rush into the centurion commanded by Icestorm.

The two super-heavy maces and the bone tumors on the elephant trunk set off three devastating storms. As soon as they met, four or five of the rat militia soldiers under the command of Ice Storm were severely smashed by him and flew away in mid-air.

The blood spurted out wildly, drawing four or five bloody arcs, and he fell heavily to the ground, with broken tendons and fractures. It looked like he would not survive.

The remaining rat militia servants were even more scared to death.

The courage and morale that had been built up for several days were smashed into the sky by the mace.

The originally somewhat rigid formation soon became torn apart and defeated. The centurions, whose morale was high, dispersed as soon as they charged.

Only then did the ice storm strike like a silver lightning bolt at the front of the battle formation.

I have to admit that this female snow leopard warrior from the Golden Clan does have the sharpness, agility and ferocity that the Bloodhoof Clan, which is known for its immense strength, lacks.

The silver lightning spiraled along the Wildhammer's trunk, instantly leaving dozens of wounds all over the Wildhammer's body.

Suddenly up and down, left and right, the elusive figure and the dazzling offensive made all the audience excited.

It also made Wildhammer unable to get his head around it no matter how much he swung his mace.

However, in order to pursue the ultimate speed, these lightning-fast attacks have no final effect.

The Elephant Warriors were originally known for their rough skin and thick flesh.

Wildhammer is also the best among the wild elephant warriors.

What looked like a bloody wound, to him, only brought pain and even pleasure like scratching it.

Even though Ice Storm adds the power of frost to its attack.

The Wildhammer's wounds froze, and the chill penetrated deep into his bones.

But as the Wildhammer's muscles twitched and his blood boiled, the ice cracked and melted.

Although it is a bit ugly for a huge elephant warrior to be pressed down and beaten by an opponent many times smaller than himself.

However, the Wildhammer succeeded in using his iron-walled body to firmly contain the Ice Storm's attack, which was like a gust of wind and rain, and offset his opponent's greatest advantage - speed.

Taking this opportunity, the Rat Servants under Wildhammer massacred the Rat Servants trained by Ice Storm.

If we say that in terms of personal martial prowess, Ice Storm is better than the ace gladiator from the Elephant Tribe.

In terms of training and command capabilities, she is far behind her opponents.

The rat militia soldiers trained by Wildhammer are all well-trained, skilled in cooperation, and have high morale.

The rat militia soldiers trained by Ice Storm suffered a blow in the beginning, their morale collapsed, and then they were naturally defeated.

Moreover, Wildhammer also deliberately moved the battlefield between him and Ice Storm towards the place where the rat minions were most densely populated.

Whether it's his mace, trunk and bone tumor, or the silver lightning shot out by the ice storm.

For the rat militiamen, it is an unstoppable disaster.

The rat servants on Wildhammer's side have long known their master's tactics and have practiced them many times with Wildhammer.

Seeing two murderous clan warriors, they moved towards their direction and hurriedly ran away to save themselves.

As for the rat militia soldiers on the Ice Storm side, they were first beaten into disorientation, and then they were inexplicably involved in the battle between the two generals, and were soon affected by a higher level of war.

Accompanied by the desperate screams of the rat militia soldiers, broken limbs and broken arms were flying all over the sky, and fragmented corpses were scattered all over the ground.

The war drums around the arena were beating more intensively.

Stimulated by the strong smell of blood, the audience stood up excitedly, beat their chests hard, and let out blood-curdling animalistic howls.

Some people even exchanged their cheers for Ice Storm into loud boos, telling Ice Storm not to just take care of themselves, but to pay attention to the overall situation and the soldiers under their command.

Icestorm naturally saw through Wildhammer's tactics.

He snorted coldly and tried to pull away.

But instead of protecting the soldiers under his command, he retaliates with tooth for tooth, trying to kill the rat servants on the Wildhammer side.

Wildhammer grinned, taking full advantage of his tall stature, like an iron wall, to firmly block the ice storm.

After all, both sides are gladiators of the same level.

Even if Ice Storm was superior in skills, it would be impossible for him to kill without restraint under the interference and obstruction of the Wildhammer.

On the contrary, Wildhammer relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, and would rather take a few more blows from Ice Storm and knock away several of Ice Storm's rat servants.

One situation ebbs and flows, and the situation quickly becomes clear.

From the beginning, Wildhammer did not leave Ice Storm the slightest chance. He commanded his centurions in an orderly and steady manner, advancing unstoppably like an iron wall filled with spears.

The rat militia soldiers on the Ice Storm side were either killed on the spot and had a decent ending.

Either they were seriously injured, with arms and legs missing, and blood splattered all over the floor - they may be the luckiest people, with their fearless courage, they have purified their dirty blood. If they are lucky enough to survive, they can serve as members of the Blood Skull Arena.

Handymen, who performed chores other than wrestling, such as cleaning, cooking, laundry, and beating drums.

There were also many rat militia soldiers who were so frightened that they jumped off the arena.

According to the rules, jumping off the arena is equivalent to admitting defeat. Gladiators do not bother to chase deserters.

But a deserter will never be able to wash away his shame, nor will he get a second chance.

The fate awaiting these cowardly people will be expelled from the Blood Skull Arena, sent to dark mines, foundries, totem beast hunting grounds... and other places, where they will be brutally squeezed to death within a year and a half at most.

In this way, Ice Storm became a lonely man.

On the Wildhammer side, there are still more than fifty rat servants, and they still have the most basic combat effectiveness.

They quickly shrank into a tight square formation, and all thrust their spears inlaid with bone spurs toward the outside, like an angry hedgehog.

Use this method to prevent sneak attacks from ice storms.

Then, the rat militia soldiers in the back threw their spears at Ice Storm.

——For an ace gladiator, the Rat Servants' spears are flimsy and lack any speed or power.

Even if you put your hands on your back, do not dodge or dodge, no matter how much the spear is inserted into your body, it is impossible to cause too much damage to the aces.

With this in mind, in order to enhance the enjoyment and uncertainty of the gladiatorial fight, a large amount of anesthetic and venom were applied to all the weapons used by the rat militia soldiers.

Although, it is still impossible to kill the aces.

At least it can cause a little trouble.

The aces were forced to devote one-tenth of their attention to dealing with these stalking rats.
Chapter completed!