"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

Amid tens of thousands of spectators cheering like a volcano, both ace gladiators raised their power to the extreme.

The endless bloody battle is about to break out.

At this moment, from below the arena behind Wildhammer, dozens of horns sounded a glorious battle song, and a banner decorated with seven-color feathers was raised, representing victory.

The Judge ended the fight.

And announced that Wildhammer had won the final victory.

The audience fell into a brief silence.

Then there was an eruption of boos that were ten times stronger than the previous cheers and cheers.

The warriors of Turan long for a glorious death, just like a traveler who has traveled ten days and ten nights in the desert longs for sweet water with honey added to it.

In the long and prosperous era of the past ten palm years, because there was no large-scale war, even the Turan warriors who fought hard to conquer the mountains and rivers could hardly create unprecedented glory on the battlefield and usher in vigorous sacrifices.

At that time, the gladiatorial arena was the best place to end up, and the blood-stained arena was the best way to die. In most gladiatorial fights, one party would be seriously injured and fall to the ground, with limbs mutilated, unable to get up again, or die suddenly on the spot.

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No one is needed to decide the outcome.

Death itself is the best judge.

But today is different from the past.

The largest and most glorious war in the history of Turan civilization is about to begin.

Even if they die, all Turan warriors, including the ace gladiators, want to die on the real battlefield in the most heroic and tragic manner after killing hundreds of enemies.

Such a method of death can turn their bones and souls into a glorious epic.

Seeing that the Era of Glory has just begun, it would be a bit worthless to die on the arena at this time.

The owner of the arena is often the most powerful military noble in each clan.

A large part of the purpose of building a gladiatorial arena and raising gladiators is to add fresh blood to your family and army, thereby enhancing the strength of the entire clan.

Next, the five major clans will soon start a brutal civil war to determine which of the five chiefs is qualified to be crowned the "War Chief" and become the supreme leader of all Turan people in the Era of Glory.

No clan is willing to lose troops and generals in a battle to select generals at such a delicate moment, and both sides will suffer.

However, with the bravery and pride of the Turan people, it was absolutely impossible for the gladiators to admit defeat.

Not to mention whether the ace gladiator can pass the test in his own mind.

The key is that there are tens of thousands of spectators who are watching closely and even placing heavy bets on them.

To surrender in front of everyone, in the words of Longcheng Civilization, is simply "social death".

Therefore, the role of "arbiter" is arranged. After the competition is determined, the fight is forcibly terminated and the winner is announced.

This also gives the losers a step down.

Lest the two ace gladiators become truly angry and end up dying together.

The audience knows this very well.

But the fight between the two aces was so exciting that they couldn't calm down their appetites and threw things into the arena one after another.

What they threw away was not harmless debris such as melon rinds or cores.

Instead, they are stones with extremely sharp edges; daggers that are sharpened with broken bones of wild beasts; and murderous weapons such as animal ropes with pebbles on both ends.

They hid these things under the thick folds and hair, brought them into the arena, and used them to fight with the supporters of rival gladiators, or to vent their dissatisfaction after losing all their wealth.

It is also excellent for complaining about the referee forcibly ending the competition.

Suddenly, bullets rained down like rain, and various rocks, bone blades and animal trapping ropes all fell onto the arena with a "crackling" sound.

He even had close calls with two ace gladiators.

For the two aces who have activated the totem armor, even if they are hit by rocks at high speed, not even a hair will be lost.

But it's minimally harmful and extremely insulting.

The two aces were furious, and the flames of war continued to rage, invariably displaying the attitude of "never obey the ruling, and must fight to the end".

Ice Storm raised his hand and shot a cluster of ice cones radiating cold light at the Wildhammer's feet, and the broken ice shards splashed all over the Wildhammer.

He stretched out his claws and slit his own throat, saying: "Even if the judge declares your victory, I will cut your throat and let the endless darkness tell you who is the real winner!"

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Wildhammer stamped his feet fiercely, and the mace set off a strong wind, sweeping towards the banner of victory behind him.

The flags were swept away so loudly that they swayed here and there, and the strong man of the rat people holding the flags was almost staggered.

This means: "Bah, I don't need this thing to declare victory at all. I will take the glory of victory and your life with my own hands using a mace and a meteor hammer!"

The two aces even bared their teeth together and roared with extreme dissatisfaction at the VIP table where the referee was sitting, as if they both refused to acknowledge the result.

In fact, this is also a routine operation in the arena.

After all, if the referee had just announced the winner, both parties would immediately breathe a sigh of relief and jump off the arena at the same time.

It will look very fake, and it will appear that they are not aggressive at all, and may even look like they are afraid of death.

The loser will certainly be judged as having no energy, and the winner will also be questioned as to whether he stole a victory by luck.

Therefore, after the referee announces the winner, both parties must follow the procedure and then show their teeth and claws at both the opponent and the referee.

The loser said "we'll see", and the winner said "I'll wait for you", and then cursed the judge for meddling in other people's business, interrupting a magnificent, soul-stirring, and wonderful event that will be remembered by all Turan people for thousands of years.

Epic battle.

In the end, he was unwilling to do so and was dragged off the arena by the rat servants.

Doing a full set of performances is called professionalism.

By the way, for the ratmen's handymen, pulling down the gladiators, especially the losers, is the most dangerous job in the gladiatorial arena.

Because angry gladiators, especially losers, often struggle desperately and pretend to return to the arena and fight for another three hundred rounds.

Although it's just pretending.

But it is normal for a flood of fighting spirit to spread out of control and send seven or eight rat workers flying.

Today's scene was a little overdone.

Perhaps the shame of having all the rat militiamen on his side slaughtered was too strong.

Perhaps the two aces have long had old grudges and old grudges that cannot be vented.

Their flames of war are getting stronger and stronger, with no intention of calming down.

Whoosh!

The road of death paved by Ice Storm with ice picks has extended all the way to the feet of Wildhammer, and the thickest and longest ice pick stabbed him hard in the abdomen.

Wildhammer was furious, smashing the ice pick with his mace, flicking his proboscis, and the bola-like bone tumor once again erupted into a howling scream, swirling with murderous intent, tearing the air, and hitting Ice Storm's towering chest hard.

go.

However, the two aces' attacks had no time to collide.

It was blocked by a fireball falling from the sky.

The fireball looked like a meteor or a dome formed by condensed magma, and it landed between the two aces in the center of the arena.

The impact caused the entire arena to tremble violently, causing the two aces to stagger three times.

The magma was like a hungry beast, swallowing up all the thunderous offensives of the two aces.

As the magma flows, erupts, condenses and shapes, the "dome" cracks and turns into a burly human form.

It was like a bull standing upright.

Wearing heavy armor that has just been cast and heated to thousands of degrees.

On the surface of the armor, there are streams of magma constantly spurting and flowing.

"Tick-tick-tick" flowed to the ground, turning the ground with a radius of ten arms into a hot magma lake.

And he was like a Balrog statue rising from the deepest part of the lava lake.

Apart from the crimson lava, the most eye-catching feature of this armor is the two powerful shoulder armors.

In addition to the liquid metal helmet that perfectly fits the facial features and skull, it creates a majestic bull head shape.

The two pieces of shoulder armor also look like two bull heads with angry eyes widening and horns rising into the sky, like swords unsheathed.

Looking from a distance, this is a three-headed bull-headed devil born from magma!

"Yes, it's Kasava!"

"Kasava Bloodhoof! He actually acted as the judge of this gladiatorial battle!"

"Is that the totem of the Bloodhoof clan, 'Wrath of Lava'?"

Waves of exclamations erupted from every corner of the circular auditorium.

Even with the totem armor known as "Lava Fury" activated, the Adjudicator named "Kasava" is still several rounds smaller than the Wildhammer with "Locomotive" activated.

But he only used his right hand to lightly grasp the Wildhammer's proud proboscis.

He raised his left hand flat and faced the ice storm.

In the direction pointed by the left hand, the road of death paved with frost and ice storms was swallowed up by the rolling magma, section after section.

The meaning is obvious.

enough.

This is the final verdict.

No one can disobey my ruling.
Chapter completed!