Thank you to Jizi's "Eternal Milk Sa" for his 50,000 starting coins, and congratulations to "Eternal Milk Sa" for being promoted to the head of this book.

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The crystal clear hexagonal snowflakes, falling on the bright battle helmet, look transparent, but in fact they are roasted by the surface of the muscles, and they have long melted.

Immediately afterwards, more snowflakes were hovering and falling in the air...

Suddenly, "dong, dong, dong, dong," heavy footsteps came, and Aaron felt a vibration of his eardrums. While he was alert, he seemed to smell a strange and familiar smell.

Staring deep in the dark gate, there was a faint murderous aura between the frowns of his eyebrows, and a faint wind and thunder that was about to burst out.

call----

In five or six seconds, I could only see the wind swaying from all directions, making my nerves turbulent.

This rushing wind made everyone calm and stare at the gates on the arena. The snowflakes became chaotic and the rhythm of commotion made every pair of eyes in the arena have infinite imagination about the upcoming battle scene!!!

After about five seconds, I saw the creature in my sight, and the knight's eyelids beside the gate were pounding.

Half of his body was thrust as if he was stabbed by a sharp needle, and he shivered. The knight exhaled briefly and spasmally, quickly calming the turmoil in his chest, then tightened the reins in his hand, mobilized the abdomen under his feet, and avoided the side.

roar--

When the "enemy" in the gate was completely exposed to Aaron's pupils.

Under the heavy helmet, the handsome and slightly resolute cheek not only did not be solemn, but added a hint of coldness and bloodthirsty to it. From the corner of his eyes, he swept through the arena, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, "Silly, humble, cowardly... These people are driving a beast out to fight, and regard the glory of the Holy Group warriors as dirt. And this will be unforgivable!"

"Huh, kill, kill, kill! Brig!!!"

"Brig! Brig!"

"Kill! Brig. Shatter the Holy Group Warrior in front of you!"

With the crazy and noisy sounds around the arena, a giant appeared in Aaron's sight. The creature named "Brig" did not seem to make him feel strange.

Ogre————Unlike the cave hammer ogre, it looks like it is a relatively inferior split fist ogre.

But no matter what kind of ogres they are, they generally have half of the bloodline of trolls, but they do not have organizational ability and wisdom like trolls.

For ogres, eating fresh flesh and blood is their only pursuit except for their preference for gold. Bloodthirst is its instinct, but glory never belongs to a wild beast.

"Roar~~~~~"

In the vision, the ogre stretched out its thick arms and made a slight cheering sound. It clasped the steel fists wrapped around the chains, every movement and every step, causing people to scream.

For the central empire with a prosperous civilization, the ogre was already extinct.

Under the eyes of novelty, stimulation, and enthusiasm, the fissure ogre, who had officially entered the venue, turned the head like a lump of flesh and glanced around. It seemed that it was not grateful for the cheers and screams of people, but instead opened its bloody mouth and made a bloodthirsty roar that made people feel that the air was trembling.

Savage, ugly, hideous. This makes people even more crazy.

From that open bloody mouth, everyone could clearly see that the ogre's teeth were extremely sharp and there was no doubt that these teeth could help the ogre to tear a person into pieces of flesh and blood like a saw.

"Brig! Brig!"

Brig, the Ogre of the Fist, has shattered and swallowed countless challengers' flesh and blood in this arena.

Its strength and ferocity have long been obvious to all.

From the perspective of ordinary people, a Holy Group warrior may easily kill six gladiators. However, facing such a man-eating beast, even a Holy Group warrior seems to have to withdraw from the battle in a mess.

"I buy Brig! It's the God of War in this arena. Ten copper coins, bet on Brig's victory!"

"The sub-gods cannot continue to fight an ogre. Ten silver coins will bet on Brig!"

In places like the arena, there is never a shortage of gamblers. Poor people, vendors, nobles, and people from every class are involved and enjoy it.

In an instant, the gambler's noise occupied most of the space in the arena.

The crowd who had been standing on the side of the "Holy Group Warriors" couldn't help but turn to the side of the ogre at this moment.

The large bulges raised on the ogre's body are of different colors, equivalent to the muscles on humans, full of explosive power. Its broad and flat nose, purple eyes with white pupils on the left and right, and other vicious and hideous expressions, further stimulated the audience's enthusiasm.

"Brig wins! Brig wins!"

Amid this annoying noise, Aaron's perspective was cold and proud, with contempt and disdain.

"Bang, bang, bang," the cracked ogre in her sight seemed to have finally discovered its target. The purple eyes with white pupils locked on the 'Holy Group Warrior' on the field. The roar of the earth became more and more rapid in an instant, and the snow under her feet was shaken.

Above Aaron's eyes, the curved eyebrows seemed like a deep snake-shaped groove. From the sight under the heavy helmet, these eyebrows were slightly raised.

Having fought with creatures like ogres, a male ogre, unlike a female ogre, it only looks powerful. In addition to its huge, ugly, greedy appearance, and the habit of bloodthirsty and physical attack specialties.

The male ogre is actually just a clumsy beast that only uses brute force.

Take a look and look less. If these people are expecting blood, then Aaron doesn't mind giving them a visual meal.

...Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters, two meters, the ogre took heavy steps, waved two iron fists, and was rushing towards the target quickly.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Why haven't the Holy Group soldiers withdrawn from the battle yet!" Many people trembled inexplicably and started to tremble as if they were stabbed by needles.

In the vision, the "Holy Group Warrior" who was about to be knocked into a flesh-and-blooded group, neither set out defense nor attack, nor withdraw from the battle.

But, just stand there like that...indifferently!?

The arena of tens of thousands of people once became audible. It seemed that everyone was ready to hear the sound of the bones of the Holy Group warriors being smashed with their ears. They used their eyes to witness the death of a Holy Group warrior and a high sub-god clan.

But for Aaron, one meter of attack distance is enough.

It’s now! Amid the exclamation of the Nothing Summoner Claudia, under the heavy helmet, his smooth and fair face was clear and angular. The spear in his hand, carrying the power of thunder, suddenly turned into a phantom.

"Level 3 Temple Skill-Punctured Spear!"

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Congratulations to "Eternal Niza" for becoming the head of "Spartan Total War", opening the door and stunning the world!
Chapter completed!