Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The Blood Skull Arena is a meat grinder that crazily devours flesh and harvests life day and night.

Even on the darkest, starless night, it's still brightly lit.

Dozens of arenas, large and small, staged a bloody show at the same time.

Let tens of thousands of high-level orcs with blood pumping and extremely excited vent their killing intent and gambling.

If a certain audience loses completely, or if they are not satisfied with watching, they can also go off the stage in person and show their talents.

Or win it back with a profit, or even be favored by a certain military noble, and bestow a drop of glorious blood.

Or be chopped into pieces by people, smashed into meat, and turned into the excrement of totem beasts amidst countless hisses and ridicules.

Similar things have been repeated countless times in the past thousand years.

So much so that the air inside and outside the arena is both humid and sticky, as if a light wring can squeeze out blood.

When the bloody dawn tore the night, this never-ending meat grinder ushered in a new batch of fresh flesh.

Ice Storm led her team of 30 people through the labyrinthine underground passages to the palace-like plaza under the main arena.

Because this is the place where many gladiators and servants lead to glory or death.

In the jargon, it is also known as the "Hall of Glory".

Meng Chao squinted his eyes and looked around the "Hall of Glory", which was as big as three or five football fields.

Once again, I am amazed by the superb architectural skills of the ancestors of the Turan people.

From the ace training camp where the ice storm is located.

To the "Hall of Glory".

They walked for a full seventeen minutes and twenty-five seconds at a rapid marching speed.

This shows that the "Blood Skull Arena" is a huge monster with an extremely large scale, but the internal facilities are patchwork and the layout is very scientific.

By condensing spiritual energy into the eardrum and cochlea, Meng Chao also collected sounds from all directions.

A rough scan showed that besides the arena and auditorium, there were at least dozens of well-equipped training camps, large and small, and dozens of dormitories or cells that could accommodate thousands of people.

This once again proved his judgment.

The Blood Skull Arena is not just a simple arena.

It is a vital military facility, a multi-functional barracks that integrates training, screening, trials, recruitment, assembly...etc.

The Turan people thousands of years ago must have had a highly developed civilization in order to build such a large and sophisticated military building.

However, through thousands of years of erosion, their descendants have become...

Meng Chao's gaze coldly swept away from the gladiators and servants who were warming up, resting and choosing weapons in the Hall of Glory.

It's not just Ice Storm and the opponents who are about to participate in the gladiatorial battle.

Instead, there are dozens of teams to participate in team battles, and hundreds of gladiators to prove their bravery in single combat.

The stench and killing intent emitted by hundreds of gladiators and thousands of servants made the huge underground square feel stuffy and cramped.

The rat people's servants, who are not strong enough, are afraid that they will feel suffocated as soon as they step into this place.

Especially, when the gazes of all the gladiators and servants were like sharp knives, stabbing at the same team.

——Compared with the Ice Storm team, the other gladiators and servants have one thing in common.

Five big and three thick, with a thick back and a hunchback, the muscles are so strong that they seem to tear the skin, and they jump out with teeth and claws.

Therefore, seeing that Ice Storm actually pulled out such a team... with a unique style of painting, all the gladiators ignored her status as the "ace" and pulled the corners of their mouths to their ears, laughing "Chi Chi".

Although the rat minion servants of other teams did not dare to directly laugh at an ace gladiator.

However, he couldn't help casting malicious glances at Meng Chao, Ye Zi, Spider and other unattractive-looking creatures.

Some even flicked their tails and stroked their own throats lightly with the tip of their tails, signaling to them that they would not live long.

Some even lamented why their luck was so bad that they failed to meet such a "perfect" opponent as Meng Chao?

Look at this guy with black hair and black eyes, he has to support others after walking two steps, he takes a few breaths, coughs a few times, he looks more delicate than blood.

When he really came to the arena, he probably didn't need to make a move at all. Just the roar of the audience could scare him to death, right?

The contemptuous eyes of these people made Meng Chao even more curious.

In the history of the Turan civilization, what happened that caused such a large landslide or even a fault in the entire civilization.

From being able to manufacture super weapons such as "Totem Armor", and using advanced biotechnology to build a majestic military building such as "Arena" with mandala trees as pillars.

Become a bunch of brawny, simple-minded idiots.

You only know how to use the size of your muscles to judge the strength of your opponent?

You must know that when the cultivation base breaks through a certain level, the increase in combat power by simply increasing the muscles will become very small.

On the contrary, it is too big, which drags down the speed and agility, and the super high energy consumption has become a fatal problem.

To put it bluntly, the odds of being sniped by the enemy or swept by shrapnel are several times higher than others for a deformed and swollen muscle stick on a battlefield where bullets are flying.

If it was bigger and more powerful, the dinosaurs would never have become extinct, and the giant elephant should be the king of land warfare.

Even if they don't understand such a simple truth, the people of Turan are really living and going back, no wonder they can't win the war of foreign worlds, and even dragged the people of Longcheng into the water...

Meng Chao was thinking about it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and a thin layer of frost condensed on his eyebrows, and he couldn't help shivering.

Looking up, I found that Ice Storm was confronting a man with two super-heavy maces, the kind that he despised just now, a very typical muscular club.

However, the other party was followed by a full 300 Rat Minion servants. The soldiers were strong and strong, and they were obviously much richer than the two or three kittens on Ice Storm.

Ice Storm could only glare and gnash his teeth, but he couldn't do anything to this brash warrior elephant.

"He is another trump card of the Bloodskull Arena, 'Wildhammer'. Lord Icestorm lost to this guy in the last team battle."

Ye Zi was behind Meng Chao, whispering the gossip he just heard, "However, I heard that this guy didn't win by strength, but gave his servants a very powerful secret medicine in advance to make them Not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, that's why I was lucky enough to defeat Master Icestorm and got the chance to command more servants."

"Yeah?"

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, and he said, "Our Master Ice Storm, doesn't he have a 'very powerful secret medicine'?"

"No."

Ye Zi shook his head and said, "Wildhammer is a native of Blackhorn City, and he comes from a very powerful family among the Elephants. Naturally, there are various ways to get more resources and secret medicines.

"Master Icestorm, since we are outsiders without a foothold, and we are unwilling to join the big family in Blackhorn City through the blood giving ceremony, Lord Kasava Bloodhoof, who has always supported her, is getting impatient. I wish she could lose the last team battle quickly, so how can I help her get a particularly powerful secret medicine?"

"So that's it. It seems that our lord is really not doing well!"

Meng Chao smiled slightly, but didn't take it seriously.

At this point, the Wildhammer and Icestorm ended their confrontation.

Wildhammer seemed to have said something, laughed, and led hundreds of servants, and left swaggeringly.

But Ice Storm was trembling with rage, and walked back with a livid face, and with every step, a sharp ice flower came out.

"What's the matter, Lord Icestorm?"

Seeing Bingfeng's furious expression, Meng Chao knew that the other party might not be as simple as provoking words.

Sure enough, Ice Storm pulled him aside, and said to him with a gloomy face: "There is indeed a problem - our opponent has been replaced, replaced by a wild boar from the Ironhide family, that guy is not a professional gladiator! "

"Well……"

Meng Chao didn't understand, "So?"

"so?"

Ice Storm raised his voice, "Why don't you understand anything!"

Meng Chao blinked innocently.

For him who just wants to chop melons and vegetables quickly, and then sneak out to reconnaissance, sabotage, theft, murder, and set fire.

I really don't understand the difference between these "melons" and "vegetables".

Seeing his sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused look, Ice Storm couldn't help but want to stretch out his claws from the pads and scratch him.

She suppressed her anger and patiently explained to Meng Chao.

Three days ago, when Ice Storm was notified, the opponent arranged for them was a professional gladiator.

It sounds very powerful, but looking at the entire Bloodskull Arena, which gladiator's combat power can be stronger than the aces like Ice Storm and Wildhammer?

Besides, most of the gladiators who participated in the 30-man team battle were losers in the 100-man team battle.

Everyone's training and command abilities are not the same, and the servants are all selected from the red-eyed rat people in the dungeon. They are almost the same in every aspect. Ice Storm is still very confident. With its strong individual combat power, it will win this victory of.

Unexpectedly, a challenger came in temporarily.

He is also a member of the most powerful "Ironhide family" among the quilboar.

The four pillars of the Bloodhoof clan - tauren, quilboar, elephant and centaur.

Among them, the wild boar did not have the tyrannical impact of the tauren, nor the burly figure of the elephant man, nor the long-range attack ability of the centaur, which is rare among high-level orcs.

The reason why Blackhorn City can rule the roost is all based on two words, violent!

The crazy wild boar warrior dared to go bare-chested and charge towards the golden lion man wearing a totem armor.

The Ironhide family is the most powerful existence among the wild boars.

The Ironhide family is to the quilboar what the Bloodhoof family is to the tauren.

They are all unrivaled First Families, and even the souls of the entire ethnic group.

Coming from such a wealthy family that has been passed down for thousands of years, even a new member who has just passed the coming-of-age ceremony and is not well-known is much more difficult to deal with than a professional gladiator.