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The Blood Skull Arena, which can accommodate between 50,000 and 80,000 people, was packed with seats.

When the Ice Storm team entered the arena, all the audience fell into a moment of astonishment and silence.

They had just heard rumors that two teams that were about to go to war met in advance in the Hall of Glory and had a conflict.

To be honest, early conflict is never news in the arena.

It has even happened in the past that the winner has been decided before the fight even begins.

But one side was beaten by the other side and was running around all over the place. This was explosive news that no one could believe.

Not to mention, the one running around is still the team led by "Frost Queen" Ice Storm.

The people of Turan can be defeated, or they can die.

But how could you run away without even going to the real battlefield?

All the audience were outraged.

Especially the former supporters of Ice Storm felt a deep sense of frustration and betrayal.

They all gave the loudest boos to the former ace.

However, Meng Chao and others, with their heads held high and their magnificent appearance, stunned the tens of thousands of spectators.

The fighting spirit released from them, soaring into the sky, doesn't look like the gutless rats that were just chased around like dogs?

The audience looked at each other and asked with their eyes: "Is there something wrong? How could the Ice Storm team escape? Is it confused with other teams?"

However, when they took a closer look at the appearance of the Ice Storm team and saw Meng Chao's frailty, the slenderness of the leaves, the wrinkles of the spiders, and the bruises and swollen faces of the other wild rat servants, they suddenly realized that, yes, looking at the entire team

The Bloodskull Arena, no, the entire Black Corner City, no, the entire Turanze, cannot find another such a weird team!

"The news is correct, it's that they were beaten to a pulp just now and ran away with their butts on their backs!"

"Forget it if you lose. You don't even dare to fight. You're being chased and screaming, but you still have the nerve to stand on the arena in such a swagger?"

"Kill these cowards, they have tarnished the arena and the honor of the ancestors!"

The auditorium, which had been silent for a short moment, suddenly erupted into a wave that was ten times stronger than before.

Many spectators couldn't wait for the game to end, so they took out animal ropes, pebbles, darts and other things from their arms, and threw them towards the arena with a "crackling" sound.

If they were not from the Bloodhoof family, the tauren warriors responsible for maintaining order were watching eagerly inside and outside the arena. There would be many spectators eager to jump onto the arena to teach them a lesson. These "rat people among rat people, rats among Turan people."

Scum”!

The more spectators who were located in the back row of the auditorium, too far away to directly vent their anger with animal traps and pebbles, had no choice but to roar the name of Ice Storm's opponent at the top of their lungs.

"Kill them, Stinger!"

"Kill these scum, Stinger!"

"Come on, Stinger, show off the courage of the Ironhide family and crush these gutless rats in one go!"

"Stinger! Stinger! Stinger!"

Tens of thousands of hoarse roars converged into turbulent waves and rushed into the mind of the young wild boar warrior, making him, who had never seen such a large battle, feel as if he was flying in the clouds and in the mist.

The wild boar warrior named "Stinger" is a member of the Ironhide family with a very pure bloodline. Both his parents are 100% wild boar people.

The "skin of steel" derived from his father's lineage gave his flesh and blood, which was as strong as armor, a faint metallic sheen.

The characteristics of a porcupine originating from his maternal lineage also cause clusters of extremely sharp and hard steel needles to grow on the outside of his steel skin. When he is furious, the steel needles will stand upright, literally, all over his body.

All are covered with weapons.

Young and energetic, he is eager to command more warriors and servants in the battle of glory to win greater glory for his family.

Then he needs to make his name known, and he needs a stepping stone tall enough...

Ice Storm was the perfect stepping stone that his mother finally chose for him through connections.

"The opponent is very strong and cannot be easily defeated by you."

Before the war started, my mother gave many warnings, "Fortunately, this is a team battle, and you have the best servants of the Ironhide family, while the other party's servants are just a group of rabble who are vulnerable to attack.

"So, as long as you can withstand the attack of the ice storm and let your servants kill all the opponent's servants, the judge will declare your victory, and you will win the reputation of 'defeating the ace'!

"

That's the plan.

And "withstanding the attack of the ice storm" is not a big problem for the orthodox members of the Ironhide family who have "skin of steel" and are originally good at defense.

However, the fanatical shouting of tens of thousands of spectators went to Stinger's mind.

He suddenly had the illusion that "I can defeat the ice storm with dignity."

"Actually, the ice storm is not as powerful as the legend says, right?"

The young wild boar warrior thought to himself, "If she is really so powerful, why did she protest to the judge just now and look like she was afraid to compete with me?

"Also, her servants are too weak.

"Although they have only been trained for a few days, she has always carefully selected them. The result is such a bunch of extremely weak people. This shows that Ice Storm's vision is not that good either.

"That's right, a guy who has lost three consecutive team battles, no matter how strong he is, how much stronger can he be?

"I can defeat her without relying on the judge!"

The audience's shouts were like lava, pouring into the stinging ears, and then flowing down the ear canal into the eyes, nostrils and throat.

Every pore in his body spurted out excitement.

This heat blurred his vision, confused his hearing, interfered with his thinking, and left only one image in his mind - he stood arrogantly in the middle of the arena, his feet covered with bruises.

, the fainted Ice Storm raised his arms high, enjoying the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators and the real victory!

An old and frail bull-headed warrior rode a giant eagle with a bridle and saddle, circling over the arena.

He blew a horn that looked like a scimitar, and dropped a spear from mid-air to the center of the arena.

The spear accurately hit the arena, and the cracks caused by the strange force of countless gladiators poked there tremblingly.

On the tail of the spear, the glorious battle flag representing the Bloodhoof clan suddenly fluttered out, fluttering in the wind and making a hunting sound under the astonishing momentum of the two sides.

Dong Dong Dong Dong!

Hundreds of war drums around the arena began beating again.

Stinger's gaze crossed the Bloodhoof battle flag and stared at the ice storm on the opposite side.

He discovered that Ice Storm did not follow the custom of clan warriors, waiting for the servants to fight first, and then calmly start the duel between the generals.

Instead, she immediately activated the totem armor "Mithril Ripper" that she was proud of, transforming into a half-human, half-leopard monster made of silver.

Such a gesture did not instill any awe in the young wild boar warrior.

Instead, Stinger felt that the ace on the other side had a guilty conscience.

Otherwise, how could you show your trump card as soon as you appear on the stage?

"What an outsider without a sense of honor."

Stinger grinned, widened his eyes, punched his chest hard, and lit up the shining totem from his heart to his chest and abdomen, from his chest and abdomen to his limbs, all the way to his fingertips.

Balls of lead-gray liquid metal secreted from his pores, and soon covered every inch of his skin airtightly.

With the blessing of liquid metal, the spikes standing like blades all over the body became sharper.

From his arms to his back, a total of twenty-four slightly raised holes spurted strong airflow, making his arms seem to turn into two powerful steam hammers. With a slight collision, they were all knocked out

The roar was deafening to the entire audience.

This is the totem armor that the Ironhide family has been proud of for thousands of years - the Million Steam Hammer!

Although I don’t know why my totem has such a weird name.

But it did not prevent Stinger from being full of fanatical confidence in his own totem.

The cheers of tens of thousands of spectators after seeing the appearance of the "Million Steam Hammer" heightened his fighting spirit to the extreme.

"Come on, warriors of the Ironhide family, crush this rabble in one fell swoop!"

Waving its arms like steam hammers, Stinger roared, "Win this victory, and each of you will be rewarded with ten slave soldiers!"

Even cannon fodder is divided into levels.

Although the so-called "servants" are also cannon fodder, they can receive training and the most basic weapons from their masters. They can also always be by their master's side and serve their master's daily life. They can be considered "elite-level cannon fodder" for the time being.

If you perform well, you will have the opportunity to be upgraded from a servant to an attendant, and you will become the master's confidant.

Under the servant soldiers, there are slave soldiers.

That is the purest cannon fodder. It does not require any training or any weapons. It is an existence that is escorted by a supervisory team composed of servants and attacks the enemy's defense line with bare hands, consuming the enemy's arrows, swords and strength.

In addition, slave soldiers have many uses.

Especially slave soldiers of different genders.

Of course, same-sex doesn't matter.

Turan people are not particularly particular about this.

Many times, the gentle moans of a strong man sound more beautiful than the pleading of the opposite sex.

The promise of a sting is more effective than the witch doctor's secret elixir.

The house rat servants, who had just spent a long time in the Hall of Glory but failed to catch their opponents and were so exhausted that they were panting, were already full of anger.

At this moment, he was even more excited and howling.

When I think about having ten slave soldiers, ten rat people who are even more humble than myself, I can drive and vent to my heart's content.

These house rat servants couldn't care less about the slight pain in the joints and tendons of their legs and feet from time to time.

They all followed behind the "Million Steam Hammer", inflating their muscles to the limit, like thirty "squeaking" steam hammers, facing Meng Chao who was covered with bruises, leaves with slender hands and feet, and a spider with wrinkles on his face.
Chapter completed!