Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In addition, the arena was already strewn with corpses.

The body was covered with densely packed throwing guns.

It's like a simple refusal horse.

It limited the advantage of Ice Storm's agility and elusive tactics.

Icestorm tried several times to throw off the Wildhammer and storm the spear phalanx of the Ratmen servants.

But although the Wildhammer moved slowly, he stretched freely, with a strong and powerful elephant trunk, even with a bone tumor containing a large amount of metal components, his speed was not slow at all.

When he swung it like a meteor hammer, the shrieking sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves seemed to come directly from behind the ice storm's ears.

The ice storm rushed left and right, trying to tear apart the dense phalanx of the Ratmen servants.

They were all harassed by the Wildhammer from behind, and the bone tumor almost hit her waist, eyes and cervical spine hard.

It was different from the hundreds of bloody wounds she left on the other party's body, but did not hurt the bones.

With her petite and exquisite figure, if she was hit by a wild hammer, she might not have the chance to step off the arena.

As a result, Ice Storm could only use its claws to lift up frosty wind blades, leaving deep and visible bone wounds on the few rat minion servants at the outermost edge of the dense phalanx.

So he had to back away resentfully.

Repeated this several times, the Rat People's phalanx is still fighting to the death.

On Ice Storm's face, Wildhammer's mace had scratched a bloody wound.

Although the injury is not serious.

It looked rather embarrassing.

Moreover, her physical energy was also rapidly depleting, her face was full of anxiety and anger, and she no longer had the calmness of suppressing the Wildhammer as fast as lightning at first.

Even the audience can see her decline from her slow figure and disordered steps.

Changed the frantically shouted name from "Ice Storm" to "Wildhammer".

"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Come on, kill her, kill this female leopard!"

"What leopard? She's just a white cat, a little white cat!"

"Go, warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan, kill this kitten from the Golden Clan!"

Many spectators who threw all their wealth on the Wildhammer were extremely excited. They yelled and harassed Ice Storm verbally.

There were also many spectators who spent a lot of money betting that Ice Storm would definitely win. They not only glared at the former, but even rushed over to fight. In every corner of the circular auditorium, they staged scenes that were not inferior to the arena. play.

More spectators became addicted to gambling, and at the opening of the market, they not only wanted to bet on "Wildhammer and Ice Storm, who will win", but also "Which is the stronger supporter of Wildhammer or Ice Storm".

These are the routine operations of the Turan gladiatorial fight, not only will not interfere with the normal progress of the gladiatorial fight, but will make the atmosphere even more heated.

Finally, after a javelin studded with bone spurs brushed dangerously across his cheek, making a negligible gash.

The Ice Storm, who was humiliated by the mere rat people, finally broke through the limit of endurance!

"Roar!"

A howl of fury emanated from the seemingly petite body.

She opened her arms, and her sharp claws stretched to the limit, like a war knife out of its sheath.

Bunches of bright silver patterns emerged from under the snow-white fur, as if they had life, and soon spread to all parts of the body, forming a mysterious, complicated and beautiful pattern.

It was a cheetah carved out of white jade, with a tattoo that opened its mouth like a blood basin.

In just a few blinks of an eye, this extremely gorgeous tattoo became brighter and brighter. In the end, where every silver line intersected, there was a large amount of metal-like substance like slime, from the ice The storm spewed out of the body.

These metal-like substances continuously flowed, expanded, blended, wrapped, and condensed on her skin and fur, forming a ferocious fully enclosed armor that tightly covered all organs including eyes and claws. .

The ice storm at this moment is like a metal cheetah made of silver and standing upright.

Unlike the war machines with the highest precision manufactured by Dragon City Civilization, this fully enclosed cheetah-shaped battle armor can't see any seams, gears and transmission systems.

But it still gushed out a substantial flame, as if it could be provided to the master at any time, comparable to the explosive power of a rocket propeller.

Click click click click!

Click click click click!

The Ice Storm equipped with the totem armor is ten times more powerful than it was a moment ago.

With her lightly tapped toes as the center of the circle, the ground in a radius of ten arms was frozen. Not only did a thick layer of ice shell emerge, but from the ice shell, icicles with criss-crossed teeth protruded violently.

Several Ratmin servants who couldn't dodge in time were pierced through the soles of their feet by the ice pick, freezing their legs, and screaming "Wah-wah" in pain.

But he didn't dare to take the risk of tearing his legs and pull them out with all his strength, only to be pitifully nailed in place.

"Mithril Ripper!"

"The Ice Storm has summoned her totem—the Mithril Ripper!"

The audience's eyes lit up and they cheered loudly.

When the Wildhammer saw this, he slammed the two maces hard, and his muscles also tensed. An astonishing roar came from the depths of his body, and a black tattoo emerged from between the rough skin and folds.

The thick and colorful tattoos quickly swelled up high, bursting like groups of black magma.

The bursting magma flowed everywhere, forming a majestic black armor on the surface of his body.

The Wildhammer, naked to the waist, was already like a moving mountain of meat.

The Wildhammer with its top helmet and armor is more like an impenetrable fortress.

The two raised fangs were covered by an extremely viscous liquid metal substance, and dozens of sharp thorns were added.

After being completely covered by the totem armor, the originally ferocious elephant trunk and bone tumor became thicker for several rounds, like a devil's arm protruding from the bloody mouth.

In particular, because of its gigantic body, it will definitely accumulate a lot of heat during fierce battles.

In order to dissipate heat, from the back of the Wildhammer's totem armor, two devices like exhaust pipes and sirens were erected towards the sky, full of holes.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Accompanied by the wildhammer's strange power soaring, these two "exhaust pipes" both sent out screams that tore eardrums, and spewed out a large amount of extremely high-temperature steam.

The Wildhammer surrounded by white steam looks like a fusion of a mechanical giant elephant and a main battle tank!

"Out, appeared!"

"Totem of the Wildhammer - 'The Locomotive'!"

"Blessing from the Elephant Clan, the ancestral spirit, the legendary ancient artifact 'Locomotive', really powerful!"

Both aces activated their respective totems.

The astonishing fighting spirit turned into shock waves visible to the naked eye, ruthlessly ravaging the air, causing the burning air to scream in agony.

Not to mention the rat minions on the arena.

Even the handymen of the rat people who were in charge of beating the drums under the arena couldn't bear the shock wave bombardment like a stormy wave, and ran away with their heads in their hands.

The audience was hooked and mesmerized.

But many viewers can no longer see clearly the process of the confrontation between the two aces.

There was only a flash of silver light, and the Ice Storm that had activated the "Mithril Ripper" had switched places with the Wildhammer equipped with the "Locomotive".

The deafening roar exploded in the ears of the audience half an eye blink slower than the intertwined figures of the two.

What exploded at the same time was the iron-hard ground of the arena.

Around the ice storm, seven shockingly large holes appeared on the ground, like a smoking crater.

These were all hammered out by the Wildhammer's upgraded elephant trunk and mace.

The nearest hole was only half a finger away from where she was standing.

However, the gladiator who staggered back was the Wildhammer.

On his totem battle armor, a huge ice mark exploded from his chest to his waist and abdomen.

It was as if someone had frozen his iron-walled chest into a large block of ice, and destroyed the molecular structure and even the atomic energy layer of the liquid metal with absolute zero. In the end, the ice block was cracked and a huge ice crack was torn open. Same.

Wildhammer dropped to one knee, howling in pain.

He clenched his iron fists tightly, and slammed into the cracks on his breastplate as if he had become angry from embarrassment, blasting the frost to pieces.

The surrounding black armor turned into extremely viscous liquid metal again, slowly wriggling over, restoring the breastplate to its original state.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The "exhaust pipe" on the back let out a scream that burst the eardrums again, and the roar of the war machine made countless audiences feel excited and even bewildered.

"The locomotive! The mighty locomotive!"

"The locomotive! The invincible locomotive!"

"The locomotive! The ancient artifact locomotive!"

The audience from the elephant tribe all stood up, raised their arms and trunks, danced and danced, and together with the warriors of the tribe on the arena, praised the totems bestowed on them by the ancestors.

Among the major groups that make up the Bloodhoof clan, compared with the Tauren, Centaur and Wild Boar, the Brutal Elephant has the smallest number.

But because they are too big, even if they don't stand up, they will completely block the audience in the back row.

Therefore, in every arena in Blackhorn City, an independent auditorium is specially set up for the elephant race audience.

The Elephant Man's voice was originally extremely loud.

They also like to use their long noses to blow a kind of horn made of hollowed out fangs, and make a "woo woo woo woo", which is said to simulate the sound of "the roar of a train whistle".

The noise of dozens of elephant men was comparable to the excitement of hundreds of tauren gathering together.

The shouts and cheers from the same clan further stimulated the Wildhammer's bloodliness.

He stomped on the ground twice, signaling that he was unharmed, and raised his mace at the woman across from him: "Come again!"

These two feet seem to have the effect of "war trampling", causing the gravel in the holes all over the ground to splash.

The gravel that splashed into the air was captured by the Wildhammer's fighting spirit, and unexpectedly froze in mid-air, obviously trembling crazily, but it didn't fall down anyway.

Ice Storm snorted coldly.

Mithril surged all over his body, and icicles of criss-crossed icicles condensed under his feet again, converging into a crystal clear road of death, slowly extending towards the Wildhammer.