Chapter 30: Massacre Breaks One Thousand Chapters)
Arthur Evans and Arthas looked at each other in confusion, and then watched silently as Kratos left inexplicably and was overwhelmed by the crowd of onlookers.
The bronze gates of the arena were all sealed. The moment the chains were untied, the two-headed dog pounced on the slave in front of him. Its sharp claws the size of door panels hit the ground heavily. A slave couldn't dodge and immediately It was smashed into sticky flesh, and red crushed matter mixed with deep white bones spattered out.
Under the ferocious killing of the two-headed dogs, half of the slaves collapsed instantly and stood trembling and sluggishly. Even the weapons in their hands could not be grasped and fell to the ground.
Scattered arrows flew towards the two-headed dog. The wooden arrows landed on the two-headed dog and could not even scratch the fur. They bounced out immediately after contacting the tough skin, and finally fell to the ground feebly.
A slave rushed towards the two-headed dog with a spear in his hand. The wooden spear head penetrated less than a finger deep, and was swung out by the ferocious claws. When it landed on the ground again It was already a tattered corpse.
The power of a hundred-man enemy is not simply a hundred men put together, but refers to the combat effectiveness of 100 well-trained ordinary soldiers combined in a battle formation.
The two-headed dog was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Its ferocious claws either smashed or swung down, and at least one slave was killed every time. The slave was immediately torn into pieces after biting down with a stinking mouth. However, After a while, the entire arena had turned into a hell on earth, with human limbs, broken arms and internal organs scattered on the entire battlefield.
The great prince of Mycenae, the illustrious Alubande, sat proudly on the noble chair. Just sitting there upright gave people a feeling of being out of breath.
Even in ordinary times, Aluband is actually wearing the armor used in battles. His armor is made of who knows what material, but it actually shines like gold, making him look like a golden god of war.
Alybond looked deeply at a platform diagonally opposite and said slowly: "Bruno also worked hard. Two-headed dogs are rare even in Mycenae. This one should have been captured from the Asia Canyon. "
The confidant next to Alubond respectfully echoed: "Yes, prince, I heard that the arena in the censor's territory does not even have gladiators with the strength of a hundred enemies. A performance of this level should be able to satisfy you."
Alybond nodded silently, and then shifted his gaze to the opposite platform on the other side, where were his brothers and the barbaric Spartan with a half-naked upper body and a bald head and tattoos.
"My shameful third brother is here to place bets again."
At this time, the attendants and managers carried the betting boxes and left Arthur Evans' platform. The third prince of Mycenae lived in poverty, and it was not a mystery in Tyrian City that he often relied on coming to the arena to make bets to earn living expenses. 's secret.
"Such a brother has simply tarnished the prince's honor. An incompetent person is not even qualified to crawl at the prince's feet."
"Shut up Fransen." Alubond immediately interrupted his confidant's nonsense, but his tone was very calm, and there was no sullen expression on his face: "Before I ascended the throne, at least he was still my brother. ...Compared to my second brother, who is known as a wise man, I still prefer to keep you, Arthur Evans. You'd better not do anything stupid..." The last few words have gradually faded away. , even the close confidants nearby could only hear faint murmurs.
The two-headed dog's front paws knocked away all the remaining struggling slaves in front of him with a single swipe. Less than half of the remaining slaves were either seriously injured and lost their fighting ability, or they had completely given up resistance and ran towards the edge of the field, expecting
You can try to stay away from the devil behind your back, and use the lives of others to buy yourself more humble survival time.
Seeing the slaves running away from him, the two-headed dog suddenly let out a roar, its two dog-shaped heads raised slightly, and its abdominal cavity bulged abnormally.
It seemed that it had been stagnant for about two breaths, and flames with terrifying temperature suddenly spurted out from the mouth of the two-headed dog, spreading forward in a fan shape, and several slaves enveloped in the flames screamed.
A shrill scream.
When the flames disappeared, only a dark, scorched mark was left on the ground, and a strange smell immediately filled the air, which was the stench left after the corpse was vaporized by high temperature.
The two-headed dog stood upright on the spot, raised its two heads high and let out a hearty roar. After some stress-free killing, its cruel and wild nature was greatly satisfied, and its pair of clear yellow vertical pupils were full of excitement.
The blood streaks are becoming more and more obvious.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden explosion of the two-headed dog, but after taking a breath, they immediately burst into excited roars. Amidst the cheers and venting sounds, the hell-like scene on the field became even more dazzling.
At this moment, the two-headed dog suddenly turned around and let out a sharp roar in one direction. Its fur trembled and its fangs and claws were all exposed. It looked like a demonstration of a beast being provoked by a natural enemy.
The enthusiastic shouting suddenly stopped. Before everyone could react to the sudden movement of the two-headed dog, they were stunned by its next movement.
I saw the two-headed dog raising its head high, and its abdominal cavity was inflated again. Everyone who had seen it once before immediately understood that this was the prelude to the two-headed dog's attack.
The walls of the arena are 30 cubits high, and even a two-headed dog cannot jump out of the arena.
But based on its previous performance, if the farthest distance of the flame breath is, it will just reach the edge of the wall. As a VIP seat, the platform that can better watch the fighting process has become the most dangerous area at this time.
Even the spectators behind the platform ran away in terror, screaming and crying instantly intertwined. At the same time, there were trampled casualties among countless spectators as they crowded and collided.
The audience on this platform was obviously a distinguished figure, surrounded by more than a dozen guards wearing armor and holding bronze weapons, closely protecting their master behind them.
Several guards stood at the edge of the platform with determination on their faces, raising the shields in their hands, trying to use their bodies to resist the oncoming breath of fire for their master.
Although they know that this is meaningless, and it is difficult for their own death to even block the flames for a breath, the dignitaries behind them will still be enveloped in the deadly flames together with the platform.
"Quickly...save me quickly! I am the king's inspector, I am Frix!" A middle-aged man in bright red clothes slumped on the ground with a horrified look on his face. He was completely exhausted in the desperate situation of death.
Throwing away his aristocratic restraint, he roared as loud as his lungs.
But at this time, the nobleman who called himself the King's Overseer could already feel the heat of the flames coming from under the wall. The guard blocking the front suddenly let out a scream of pain, and a strange aroma like barbecue came from the air.
Seeing that the inspector who was the target of his trip was suddenly in danger, Aluband couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up, took a step forward and came to the edge of the platform, then slowly raised his right hand and was covered by the animal skin glove.
The wrapped palms were slowly clenched in the air.
Following the whispered prayers, countless rays of light quickly gathered in the palm of Aluband, but in the blink of an eye, a blazing fireball appeared, exuding blazing temperature and beating continuously.
Alubond threw the fireball from his palm without hesitation. The fireball, which was slightly smaller than his fist, drew a dazzling arc in the air. The target of the attack was that it had already ejected from the belly of the two-headed dog and was about to cover the platform.
of flame.
Just when Frix was in complete despair, a figure suddenly jumped over his head. He seemed to hear the roar of some kind of wild beast, and then his eyes felt a stinging light. Although he immediately
He closed his eyes tightly, but tears still flowed from his sore eyes.
At this time, Frix had completely forgotten the fact that he had just been passed over his head with his crotch. He gritted his teeth and endured the heat wave coming from in front of him, but he did not feel anything until the heat wave disappeared.
Painful, when he couldn't help but open his still stinging eyes, he vaguely saw a burly back.
Before Frix could see the figure clearly, he suddenly dropped the burned and twisted shield in his hand. With a roar, he flew out and jumped directly from the platform into the arena.
Then the painful roar of the two-headed dog came from under the fence, and the screams from the surrounding auditorium finally woke up Fricks. With the help of the servant, he fearfully approached the edge of the fence and stared at it dumbfounded.
Everything happened in the arena below.
When Kratos jumped into the arena from the front of the Breath of Fire, the buckler in his hand had been burned until only a piece of charred charcoal remained. Except for the protected vital parts, the other parts of the front of the body were covered with ribbons.
Bursted blood blister with pus.
Kratos's eyes flashed with a strange black energy, and his muscles swelled suddenly. He jumped directly over the railing of the platform. While in the air, he clenched his hands into fists and aimed at the two-headed dog's nasal cavity full of foul-smelling mucus, from top to bottom.
Smashed it down hard.
There was just a muffled thud, and the two-headed dog that had been hit hard on its sensitive area immediately roared in pain. Its huge body couldn't help shaking and took a few steps back. Thick snot and tears couldn't stop gushing out from its eyes and nasal cavity.
out.
Feeling the counter-shock force coming from his hands, Kratos immediately understood that the power of this two-headed dog was indeed the same as the reaction of the Crown of Rehoena. It was about 15 horsepower, and its strength was as strong as the one encountered on the Ionian Sea.
The Ashenvale griffins are as different as...
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A-level contract status, everyone, please use rewards and monthly tickets to ravage winter melon! (To be continued)