"impossible!"

The arena supervisors who dealt with ferocious monsters all day long and the guards who were in charge of the slaves were all stunned. The human-shaped monsters in front of them were beyond the scope of human imagination.

Despite the repeated instructions from the mysterious merchant, the guards still imprisoned the orcs according to the standards of the trolls when they saw the burly orcs. In their opinion, even two trolls could not break free.

They were wrong.

Originally, the power of orcs was above the trolls, not to mention the violent orcs who had drunk the blood of the demons.

As the roar that shocked the entire arena sounded, a hundred violent orcs broke free from the cage and rushed towards the light.

As for humans, they were definitely powerful men of Kong Wu, and they were like children in front of them. The long whip used to punish slaves would only arouse their greater ferocity.

The huge fist hit the faces of the guards with scars and looked extremely vicious, and the vast power easily smashed everything they touched.

The cheekbones collapsed instantly, followed by the temples and jawbone, and then the entire brain skull. The human cervical spine has not yet been supported or buffered, and the crazy power has shattered the entire head.

The yellow, white, red, and colorful inner slurry would have dyed much slave blood to turn into the black arena walls, dyed the color of the abuser.

"Ahhhhh" Once upon a time, he was high above, as if the vicious guards and slave owners of all life in the world, the crying sounds like a woman at this moment.

More guards rushed over to hear the news, and they brought the best equipment they could.

However, this is of no use.

These violent orcs can stir up a bloody storm with one straight punch or one swing of their arms. When the orcs come to their senses, there is no living person in the basement of the entire arena except the orcs.

The inexplicable voice seemed to guide them, and they seemed to feel the unyielding angry soul of the Chief Black Hand roaring.

The black hand guard, led by "lok-narash", shouted, letting the orcs arm themselves.

They quickly got all the heavy weapons they could collect, smashed open the gate of the arena, and then saw the light...

“lok'tarogar!”

If you don’t win, you’d rather die!

In this unknown country full of humans, in this place where enemies are all around, the glory of the tribe and the violent demon blood in their bodies are driving them to charge towards the tallest, most magnificent building.

The city guards were alarmed. When they heard the news, they saw a group of peerless ferocious creatures with green skin.

"Don't be afraid! These are orcs! Form a formation and encircle him..." Before the captain's shouting was over, a huge iron pillar thicker than a human thigh had already swept across.

The black-handed guard who was leading the way taught a good lesson to these human warriors who had never fought against orcs. This course is called strength!

The round shields arranged neatly in a row did not look like shields at all, and were easily swept away by the heavy iron pillars. The bursting sound of the round shields with the screams and howlings of the city guards, deeply stimulating the nerves of every city guard behind them.

Fear easily grabbed their hearts.

For a moment, even my heart forgot to beat.

The terrifying figure, three meters tall, was reflected in the enlarged pupils of each eye. This was not like a creature at all, but more like a demon god from ancient times!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" The first row of city guards whose arm was smashed to pieces let out a shrill scream. The second row of city guards was almost stunned.

They paid the price of their lives for the brief loss of consciousness on the battlefield.

The orc's personal guard's muscles swelled to an almost explosion. Under the power of the giant, the super-long iron pillar that had already swung out with all its strength stopped within half a meter, and in turn made a sweep again!

Those who fell to the ground escaped a disaster. Eight people in the second row of city guards were swept off in the waist.

The scene was so bloody that it easily destroyed their sanity.

"Ahhhh! I don't want to die!" These city guards who can only bully gangsters and thieves on weekdays lost their will to fight. They disintegrated, discarded their swords and shields, and tried to escape from this terrible Shura field in a mess.

From the arena, Lordaeron is known as the first avenue of Gladiator Street.

This street, which mainly sells sword and weapons, has always been the favorite of dignitaries. Most citizens are not qualified to enter this street. As an affiliated industrial chain of the arena, this street not only has a large number of fine weapons and armor that far exceeds standard weapons, but also has various rare equipment and accessories.

A gladiator holding a ragged sword and a garbage shield will not receive much cheer even if his skills are excellent.

A nobleman with gladiators will invest in gorgeous armor ornaments in his favorite gladiators. After all, this is their face.

Therefore, the leading black-handed guard found a huge skull of hexagonal horn. This huge skull had already become extremely hard after being soaked by molten iron. With the six huge horns stretching forward, this is a complete terrifying equipment that integrates offense and defense.

The only problem is that this thing is too heavy, even the troll slaves can't move it.

But now, all the black hands are cheap.

Holding it, the black-handed guard easily caught up with a carriage with gorgeous noble heraldry, and his hard and sharp horns hit him. Half a second later, the entire carriage was smashed and the people inside turned into scarlet slags.

Blood and internal organs stained the entire Gladiator Street red.

When the orcs rushed from this end of the long street to the end of the long street, what appeared before the orcs was a huge square with a fountain and a huge building with pure white exterior walls.

"lok'tarogar!" The black hand guard let out a shocking roar again.

Without any hesitation, just one hundred orcs launched an attack on the Lordaeron Palace, which had the most guards and the most tight defenses.

"Dangdangdang!"

When the Lordaeron Palace had no time to put away the suspension bridge and even the gate of the palace was broken, not only Lordaeron's senior management, but also a priest who preached in the temple of the palace were alarmed.

"Is there an enemy in the Palace of Lordaeron?" Hearing the shouts of killing not far away, a burly male priest suddenly stood up: "Teacher Fa'ao, I'll go and take a look."

Looking at his disciple who easily lifted a heavy war hammer, the Archbishop sighed. This disciple is good at everything, his devotion to the Holy Light and his sacred beliefs. But he always feels that he is a bit out of place with the profession of priest!
Chapter completed!