Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"boom!"

The Wildhammer swung two super-giant maces and slammed them hard, causing a burst of shattering sparks amidst deafening bangs.

Feeling the astonishing killing intent from the sparks, recalling the scene where countless poor opponents were smashed to death by him, the hundreds of fully armed Ratmen on the opposite side trembled as if they had no clothes on.

They want to back off.

His legs were frozen with frost.

It was more like there were countless sharp ice picks stabbing behind them. As long as they took half a step back, they would be riddled with holes.

A female warrior who was about the height of a human and could be called petite among the high-level orcs stood behind them expressionlessly.

From the well-trimmed short hair, to the almost transparent eyeballs, to the delicate suet-like skin, and to the hair on key parts, there is no variegated color in her whole body, only a piece of shocking whiteness.

Coupled with sharp minions and a streamlined and healthy body, it really looks like the land of the extreme north, the kingdom of night where the sun never shines, the coldest and purest ice is dug out, and it is carved with reference to the posture of a cheetah ice sculpture.

However, when the huge crimson sun smeared the blood-like sunlight on this cold woman, her pure white hair, eyeballs, and fur shone with a layer of silver-like brilliance. The tens of thousands of spectators couldn't open their eyes.

In terms of body shape, there is a huge gap between the two sides.

In terms of momentum, there is a world of difference.

Moreover, the Wildhammer came from the Brutal Elephant Clan, an out-and-out Bloodhoof Warrior, a native of Blackhorn City.

However, the blood of the Snow Leopard clan was flowing in the opponent's body. He was the leader of the five major clans, a member of the Golden clan, and belonged to outsiders in Blackhorn City.

However, all the audience is shouting her name:

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

Such preferential treatment made Wildhammer furious.

The proboscis rolled up the bony tumor, and smashed heavily on the ground, smashing out hundreds of criss-crossing cracks on the hard-as-iron ground of the arena.

This gigantic gladiator, whose body was ten times the weight of his opponent, roared and rushed towards his opponent.

The gladiatorial battle officially began.

Wildhammer, an elephant warrior from the Bloodhoof clan.

Face off against the snow leopard warrior "Ice Storm" from the Golden Clan.

They all have dozens of undefeated records, the aces of the blood skull arena!

Moreover, this is not just an ace vs. ace, it is a duel of personal bravery.

It is even more about comparing the training and commanding abilities of the two to see if they are qualified to command the warriors of thousands of bloodhoof clans to defeat the golden clan and win the glory of the "first clan"!

Therefore, the two main generals have not yet confronted each other.

Hundreds of Rat Min servants under their respective command had already rushed up.

Some are beyond the expectations of all audiences.

The centurion commanded by the Wildhammer was obviously more organized, and its formation changes were more flexible. Even the hands and feet of the Ratmen servants seemed to be round thicker than their opponents.

With the roar of the Wildhammer, the phalanx of a hundred people quickly split from the middle, making way for the general from the Brutal Elephant Clan.

The Wildhammer rushed from the rear of the battle formation to the front in two steps, and led the Rat People's servants, naturally changing from a square formation to an arrow-like sprinting formation.

And he himself is naturally the sharpest and heaviest heavy arrow.

boom!

The Wildhammer was the first to charge into the centurion commanded by Icestorm.

Two super-heavy maces and the bone tumor on the elephant's trunk set off three devastating storms. When they met each other, four or five Rat Minion servants under the command of the ice storm were sent flying by him. In the middle, blood spurted wildly, drawing four or five bloody arcs, and fell heavily, with broken tendons and bones, it seemed that he could not survive.

The rest of the Rat People's servants were even more scared out of their wits.

The courage and morale that had condensed for several days were smashed to the sky by the mace.

The originally slightly rigid formation quickly became disintegrated and disintegrated, and the centurion, whose morale was high by the opponent, broke up as soon as it charged.

Only then did the ice storm hit the front of the battle like a silver lightning bolt.

I have to admit that this female snow leopard warrior from the Golden Clan does have the sharpness, agility, and ferocity that the Bloodhoof Clan, which is famous for its inexhaustible strength, lacks.

The silver lightning spiraled along the Wildhammer's trunk, leaving dozens of wounds on the Wildhammer's body in an instant.

Up and down, left and right, the elusive figure and the dazzling attack made all the audience hooked.

It also made the Wildhammer unable to understand no matter how he swung the mace.

However, in order to pursue the ultimate speed, these lightning-fast attacks have no final effect.

The elephant warriors were originally known for their rough skin and thick flesh.

Wildhammer is also the best among wild elephant warriors.

The seemingly bloody wound, to him, is just as painful as scratching and even refreshing.

Even if the ice storm adds the power of frost to the attack.

It made the Wildhammer's wounds freeze, and the chill penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

But as the Wildhammer's muscles twitched and his blood boiled, the frost cracked and melted.

Although for a huge elephant warrior, being crushed and beaten by an opponent who is several times smaller than him is a bit ugly.

But the Wildhammer managed to hold back the Ice Storm's storm-like offensive with its iron-fortified body, and offset the opponent's greatest advantage - speed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wildhammer's Ratmin servants slaughtered the Ratmin servants trained by Ice Storm.

If we say that in terms of personal bravery, Ice Storm is better than the ace gladiator from the elephant tribe.

In terms of training and command ability, she is far behind her opponent.

The Ratmin servants trained by Wildhammer are all well-trained, skilled in coordination, and their morale is like a rainbow.

The Rat Minion servants trained by Ice Storm suffered a blow at the beginning, their morale collapsed, and then they were defeated naturally.

Moreover, Wildhammer deliberately moved the battlefield between him and Ice Storm to the place where the Ratmen servants were densest.

Whether it's his mace, trunk and bony tumors, or the silver lightning from the ice storm.

For the rat people's servants, it is an irresistible disaster.

The rat minion servants on Wildhammer's side had long known the general's tactics, and had practiced many times with Wildhammer.

Seeing two murderous clan warriors moving towards them, he hurriedly ran away to save himself.

As for the Rat People's servants on Ice Storm's side, they were beaten dizzily at first, and then got involved in the battle between the two generals in a daze, and were soon affected by a higher level of fighting.

Accompanied by the desperate screams of the rat people's servants, broken limbs and broken arms flew all over the sky, and fragmented corpses were scattered all over the ground.

The drums around the arena were beating more intensively.

Stimulated by the strong smell of blood, the audience stood up excitedly, beat their chests hard, and let out a creepy animal howl.

Some people even replaced the cheers for Ice Storm just now with huge boos, telling Ice Storm not to patronize his own pleasure, but to pay attention to the overall situation and the soldiers under his command.

Ice Storm naturally saw through the Wildhammer's tactics.

With a cold snort, he wanted to withdraw.

But instead of protecting the little soldiers under his command, he wanted to kill the Ratmen servants on the side of the Wildhammer with an eye for an eye.

However, Wildhammer grinned, using his burly stature like a copper wall to the fullest, and firmly blocked the ice storm.

After all, both sides are gladiators of the same level.

Even if the Ice Storm is superior, it is impossible to kill and kill unscrupulously under the interference and obstruction of the Wildhammer.

On the contrary, Wildhammer, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, would rather endure the Ice Storm a few more times, and even blow away a few of the Ratmen servants under the Ice Storm.

One ebb and flow, the situation soon became clear.

From the very beginning, Wildhammer didn't give Ice Storm the slightest chance. He commanded his centurion to advance methodically and steadily, like a copper wall full of spears, advancing unstoppably.

The Rat People's servants on the Ice Storm's side either died on the spot, ushering in a decent ending.

Either they are seriously injured, their arms and legs are missing, and their blood is splashed all over the ground—they may be the luckiest people, with their fearless courage, they have purified their dirty blood. Handyman, doing chores other than fighting, such as cleaning, cooking, laundry, and beating the drums.

There were also many Rat People servants who were so frightened that they jumped off the arena.

According to the rules, jumping off the arena is tantamount to admitting defeat, and gladiators don't bother to chase deserters.

But deserters will never want to wash away their shame for a lifetime, and it is impossible to get a second chance.

Waiting for the fate of these cowardly people, they will be expelled from the bleeding head arena, sent to dark mines, foundry workshops, totem beast hunting grounds... and other places, where they will be brutally crushed to death within a year and a half at most.

And just like that, Ice Storm became a loner.

On Wildhammer's side, there were still more than fifty Ratmin servants, who still possessed the most basic combat effectiveness.

They quickly shrank into a tight phalanx, and they all poked the spears inlaid with bone spurs towards the periphery, like an angry hedgehog.

In this way, guard against the sneak attack of the ice storm.

Afterwards, the rat people servants in the back line threw their spears at the ice storm.

——For the ace gladiator, the throwing spears of the Ratmen servants are light and have no speed and strength.

Even if you carry your hands on your back, do not dodge or dodge, and throw a spear at your body, it is impossible to cause too much damage to the aces.

With this in mind, in order to enhance the viewing and uncertainty of the gladiatorial fight, a large amount of anesthetics and venoms were applied to all the weapons used by the Ratmen servants.

Although, it is still impossible to kill the aces.

At least it can cause a little trouble.

Forcing the aces, they had to take a tenth of their attention to deal with these stalking mice.

In the face of an opponent whose strength is almost the same as his own, he has to draw a tenth of his attention, which is tantamount to directly announcing the final victory or defeat of this gladiatorial fight.