The Blood Skull Arena is a meat grinder that crazily devours flesh and blood and harvests life regardless of day or night.

Even on the darkest starless night, the lights are still bright here.

Dozens of large and small arenas were performing a show of flesh and blood at the same time.

Let tens of thousands of high-level orcs with raging blood and extreme excitement vent their murderous intentions and gambling instincts.

If a member of the audience loses completely or is not satisfied with watching, he can also show off in person and show off his skills.

Or he could win back his capital with profits, or even be favored by a military noble and given a drop of glorious blood.

Or it was cut into eight pieces, smashed into pulp, and turned into the excrement of totem beasts amidst countless boos and jeers.

Similar things have happened countless times over the past thousand years.

So much so that the air inside and outside the arena was both moist and thick, as if you could squeeze out blood with just a slight twist.

When the bloody dawn tears apart the night, this never-ending meat grinder welcomes a new batch of fresh flesh and blood.

Ice Storm led her thirty-man team through the intricate maze-like underground passages and arrived at the palace-like square below the main arena.

Because this is the place where many gladiators and servants lead to glory or death.

In the jargon, it is also called the "Hall of Glory".

Meng Chao squinted his eyes and looked around the "Hall of Glory", which was as big as three or five football fields.

Once again, I was amazed by the superb architectural skills of the ancestors of the Turan people.

Ace training camp from Ice Storm.

Go to the "Hall of Glory".

They walked at a rapid march for seventeen minutes and twenty-five seconds.

This shows that the "Blood Skull Arena" is a behemoth of extremely large scale, with well-proportioned internal facilities and a very scientific layout.

By condensing psychic energy into the eardrum and cochlea, Meng Chao also collected sounds from all directions.

A rough scan showed that in addition to the arena and auditorium, there were at least dozens of well-equipped training camps, large and small, and dozens of dormitories or cells that could accommodate thousands of people.

This once again proved his judgment.

The Blood Skull Arena is not just an arena.

Instead, it is a vital military facility that integrates training, screening, trials, recruitment, assembly... and other functions. It is a multi-functional military camp.

The Turan people thousands of years ago must have had a highly developed civilization to be able to build such large and sophisticated military buildings.

However, after thousands of years of erosion, their descendants have become...

Meng Chao glanced coldly at the gladiators and servants in the Hall of Glory who were warming up, resting, and selecting weapons.

It's not just Ice Storm and the opponent teams that are about to participate in the gladiatorial battle.

Instead, there are dozens of teams to participate in team battles, and hundreds of gladiators to prove their bravery in individual battles.

The stench and murderous intent emanating from hundreds of gladiators and thousands of servants made the huge underground square seem stuffy and cramped.

The weak rat servant soldiers may feel suffocated as soon as they step into this place.

Especially when the gazes of all the gladiators and servants are like sharp knives piercing the same team.

Compared with the Ice Storm team, other gladiators and servants have one thing in common.

He was tall and thick, with a huge back and waist, and his muscles were so strong that they seemed to be tearing his skin apart, and he jumped out with teeth and claws.

Therefore, when they saw that Ice Storm had actually pulled out such a team...with a unique style, all the gladiators ignored her status as the "ace" and started laughing "chichi" from the corners of their mouths to their ears.

Although the rat servants of other teams did not dare to directly laugh at an ace gladiator.

But they can't help but cast malicious glances at Meng Chao, Ye Zi, Spider and other similar people who don't look amazing.

Some people even swung their tails and lightly scratched their throats with the tip of their tails, signaling that they wouldn't live long.

Some even lamented, why were they so unlucky that they could not meet such a "perfect" opponent as Meng Chao?

Look at this guy with black hair and black eyes. He can only walk two steps while supporting others, taking a few deep breaths and coughing hard. He looks more delicate than blood.

When he really gets to the arena, I'm afraid he won't have to take any action at all. Just the roar of the audience will scare him to pieces, right?

The contemptuous looks in these people's eyes made Meng Chao even more curious.

What happened in the history of Turan civilization that caused such a big landslide or even fault in the entire civilization.

From being able to manufacture super weapons such as "Totem Armor", and using advanced biotechnology to build majestic military buildings such as the "Arena" with mandala trees as pillars.

Become a bunch of idiots with well-developed limbs and simple minds.

Do you only know how to judge the strength of your opponent by the size of your muscles?

You must know that when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, the improvement of combat effectiveness by simply increasing muscles will become very small.

On the contrary, it is too big, which drags down speed and agility, as well as ultra-high energy consumption, which becomes a fatal problem.

To put it bluntly, with a deformed and swollen muscle stick, on a battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, the probability of being sniped by the enemy or swept by shrapnel is several times higher than that of others.

If they were bigger and more powerful, the dinosaurs would not be extinct at all, and the giant elephant should be the king of land battles.

They don't even understand such a simple truth. The people of Turan are really getting back to life as they live. No wonder they can't win the war in the other world and drag the people of Dragon City into the water...

Meng Chao was thinking about it when he suddenly felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.

The temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and a thin layer of frost condensed on my eyebrows, and I couldn't help but shiver.

When he looked up, he found that Ice Storm was in a tense confrontation with a man carrying two super-heavy maces, the very typical muscular clubs he had just despised.

However, the opponent was followed by a total of three hundred rat servants. They were strong soldiers and horses, and they were obviously much more generous than the two or three kittens on Ice Storm's side.

Ice Storm could only frown and gnash his teeth, but he could do nothing to do anything to this mighty elephant warrior.

"He is the other ace of the Bloodskull Arena, Wildhammer. Lord Icestorm lost to this guy in his last team battle."

Behind Meng Chao, Ye Zi whispered the gossip he had just heard, "However, I heard that this guy did not win with strength, but gave his servants a very powerful secret medicine in advance to make them

Not afraid of pain or death, I was lucky enough to defeat Lord Icestorm and get the opportunity to command more servants."

"Yeah?"

Meng Chao's mind raced and he asked, "Don't our Lord Ice Storm have a 'very powerful secret medicine'?"

"No."

Ye Zi shook his head and said, "Wildhammer is a native of Black Corner City. He comes from a very powerful family among the Elephant people. Naturally, he has various ways to obtain more resources and secret medicines.

"We, Lord Icestorm, are outsiders with no followers, and are unwilling to go through the blood-giving ceremony to join the big families in Blackhorn City. Lord Kasaval Bloodhoof, who has always supported her, is impatient to wait.

I hope she loses the last team battle quickly, so how can I help her get a particularly powerful secret medicine?"

"I see. It seems that our lord is really not doing very well!"

Meng Chao smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart.

At this time, Wildhammer and Icestorm ended their confrontation.

Wildhammer seemed to have said something, laughed, led hundreds of servants, and left in a swaggering manner.

Ice Storm was trembling with anger and walked back with a livid face. Every step he took brought out a sharp ice flower.

"What happened, Lord Icestorm?"

When Meng Chao saw Bing Storm's furious expression, he knew that the other party was probably not just provoking him with words.

Sure enough, Ice Storm pulled him aside and said to him with a sullen face: "There is indeed a problem. Our opponent has been replaced by a wild boar from the Ironhide family. That guy is not a professional gladiator!"

"Well……"

Meng Chao didn't understand, "So?"

"so?"

Ice Storm raised his voice, "How come you don't understand anything!"

Meng Chao blinked his eyes innocently.

For him who just wants to chop melons and vegetables quickly, and then sneak out to conduct reconnaissance, destruction, theft, murder, and arson.

I really don’t quite understand the difference between these “melons” and “vegetables”.

Ice Storm looked at his sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused look, and couldn't help but want to stretch out his claws from his flesh pads and scratch him.

She suppressed her anger and patiently explained to Meng Chao.

Three days ago, when the ice storm was notified, the opponent assigned to them was a professional gladiator.

It sounds very powerful, but looking at the entire Bloodskull Arena, which gladiator is more powerful than aces like Ice Storm and Wildhammer?

Besides, the vast majority of gladiators who participated in a thirty-man team battle were losers in a hundred-man team battle.

Everyone's training and command abilities are about the same, and the servants are all selected from the red-eyed rat people in the dungeon. They are almost the same in every aspect. Ice Storm is still very confident and will win this victory with its strong individual combat effectiveness.

of.

Unexpectedly, a challenger stepped in temporarily.

He is also a member of the "Ironhide Family", the most powerful of the quilboars.

The four pillars of the Bloodhoof clan are tauren, quilboar, elephants and centaurs.

Among them, the quilboar neither has the unparalleled impact of the tauren, nor the tall and iron-walled stature of the elephant, nor the long-range attack ability of the centaur, which is rare among high-level orcs.

The reason why he is able to dominate Noire City is all due to two words: violent!

The crazy wild boar warrior dared to bare his upper body and charge towards the golden lion man wearing totem armor.

The Ironhide family is the most powerful among the quilboars.

The Ironhide family is to the quilboar what the Bloodhoof family is to the tauren.

They are all the unrivaled first family, and even the soul of the entire ethnic group.
Chapter completed!