The Earth People are so Fierce

The ninth chapter final verdict, lava fury!

"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

With tens of thousands of spectators cheering like a volcanic eruption, the two ace gladiators both raised their power to the extreme.

The endless **** battle is on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, under the arena behind Wildhammer, dozens of horns of honour of the battle anthem sounded in unison, and a banner of victory with seven-colored feathers was raised.

The arbiter ended the fight.

And announced that Wildhammer won the final victory.

The auditorium fell into a brief silence.

Then there was a boo that was ten times stronger than the cheering shout.

—The Turan warrior yearns for a glorious death, just like a traveler who has traveled a long distance in the desert for ten days and nights, longing for sweet water with honey.

In the long and prosperous era of the past ten palm years, because there was no large-scale war, even the Turan warriors who pulled the mountain could hardly create unprecedented brilliance on the battlefield and usher in vigorous sacrifices.

At that time, the arena was the best destination, and the blood-stained arena was the best way to die. In most gladiatorial fights, one party was severely injured and fell to the ground, physically mutilated, unable to get up again, or violently killed on the spot. .

There is no need for anyone to decide the outcome.

Death itself is the best arbiter.

But today is different.

It will soon be the largest and most glorious war in Turan civilization's history.

Even if they die, all Turan warriors, including the ace gladiators, want to die on the real battlefield in the most heroic and tragic manner after slaying hundreds of enemies.

This way of death can turn their bones and souls into a glorious epic.

Seeing that the era of glory had just started, it would be worthless to die on the arena at this time.

The masters of the arena are often the most powerful military aristocrats in the various clans.

A large part of the purpose of constructing the arena and raising the gladiators is to replenish new blood for their own family and army, thereby enhancing the strength of the entire clan.

Next, the five major clans are about to start a cruel civil war and decide which of the five chiefs is eligible to be crowned as the "war chief" and become the supreme leader of all Turans in the Glory Era.

No clan is willing to lose both soldiers and generals in a battle of selecting generals at such a delicate moment.

However, with the bravery and pride of the Turan people, it is absolutely impossible for the gladiators to voluntarily surrender.

Not to mention whether the Ace Gladiator can pass the hurdle in his heart.

The key is that there are still tens of thousands of spectators who are watching vigorously and even placing heavy bets on them.

To surrender under the eyes of everyone, in the words of Longcheng Civilization, is simply a "social death".

Therefore, the role of "adjudicator" was arranged, after the division was made, the gladiatorial battle was terminated forcibly and the winner was announced.

This is also a step down for the losers.

Lest the two ace gladiators get really angry and fall to the end of the same death.

The audience knows this very well.

But the battle between the two aces was really exciting, and their appetites were so high that they couldn't calm down their emotions, and they threw things into the arena.

What they lost was not harmless debris such as melon skins and pits.

It is stones with extremely sharp edges; sharp daggers polished with broken bones of wild beasts; and murder weapons such as beast ropes wrapped around pebbles at both ends.

-These gadgets are hidden under thick folds and fur, entrained into the arena, used to fight against opponents of gladiator supporters, or to vent their dissatisfaction after losing their net worth.

It is also excellent to complain that the adjudicator forcibly terminates the competition.

For a time, the bullets rained down, and all kinds of rocks, bone blades and beast ropes all "crackly" fell on the arena.

Even dangerous and dangerous, passing by two ace gladiators.

For the two ace cards that activated the Totem Armor, even if they were hit by a stone at high speed, they would not lose half of their hair.

But it is minimally harmful and extremely insulting.

The two aces were furious, and the flames of war continued to rush, unanimously showing a posture of "Never obey the ruling, and must fight to the end."

Ice Storm raised his hand and shot a cluster of icy cones at the foot of the Wildhammer, and the fragmented ice splashed all over the Wildhammer.

He stretched out his paw again and slashed his throat, saying: "Even if the adjudicator declares your victory, I will cut your throat and let the endless darkness tell you who is the real winner! "

The wildhammer stomped fiercely, and the mace set off a strong wind and swept the banner of victory behind him.

The banners were swept away and hunted and swayed, and the brawny rat people holding the banners were taken almost staggered.

This means: "Bah, I don't need this thing to declare victory, the glory of victory, and your life, I will use a mace and a meteor hammer to capture it with his own hands!"

The two trump cards even grinned at the VIP seat where the adjudicator was, and roared with extreme dissatisfaction, as if both refused to acknowledge the result.

In fact, this is also a regular operation in the arena.

After all, if the arbiter had just announced the victory, the two sides immediately breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the arena at the same time.

It will appear fake, it seems that they are not combative at all, and even a little afraid of death.

The loser will certainly end up with an "inspired" evaluation, and the winner will also be doubted whether it relied on fluke to steal a victory.

Therefore, after the arbiter announces the victory, both the winner and the loser must follow the process, and then flaunt their teeth and claws at the opponent and the arbiter.

The loser said "Let's see", the winner said "I'll wait for you", and then together swear the adjudicator for nosy, interrupting a magnificent, heart-warming, and wonderful, enough to be remembered by all Turans for thousands of years. Epic battle.

In the end, Caixin was unwilling and was dragged off the arena by the rat folks.

Doing a full set of plays is called a profession.

By the way, for the rat people, pulling the gladiator down under such circumstances, especially pulling the loser down, is the most dangerous job in the arena.

Because angry gladiators, especially losers, tend to struggle desperately, pretending to return to the arena and fight for another three hundred rounds.

Although it is pretending.

But the uncontrollable will to fight like a flood, flying around seven or eight rat civilians is also a normal thing.

Today's scene was a bit too much.

Perhaps it was the shame that all the Rat militia servants on his side were slaughtered to death, it was too strong.

Perhaps it is the two trump cards, who have long ago had old grudges, new and old hatred, and cannot be vented.

Their flames of war burned and flourished, and they didn't mean to calm down at all.

Huh!

The path of death paved by Ice Storm with the cone of ice has stretched all the way to the foot of Wildhammer, and the thickest and longest cone of ice pierced his abdomen fiercely.

The wildhammer was furious, the mace smashed the ice cone, and the proboscis flicked, the meteor hammer-like bone tumor erupted again with the howling of ghosts and screams, haunting the killing intent, tearing the air, and smashing into the towering chest of the ice storm. go with.

However, the offensives of the two aces were too late to collide.

It was blocked by a ball of fire falling from the sky.

The fireball was like a meteor or a dome formed by magma, falling between the two aces, in the center of the arena.

The entire arena trembled violently, and both trump cards shook three times.

The magma is like a hungry beast, swallowing the offensive of the two ace thunderbolts.

Along with the flowing, gushing, cohesion and shaping of magma, the "dome" cracked and turned into a burly human form.

It's like a bull standing up.

He wore a heavy armor that had just been cast and had a high temperature of thousands of degrees.

On the surface of the armor, there is still a continuous stream of magma gushing and flowing.

The "tick tick tack" flowed to the ground, turning the ten-armed ground into a hot lava lake.

And he was like a Balrog statue floating from the deepest part of a lava lake.

In addition to the crimson lava, the most striking feature of this armor is the two mighty shoulder armors.

Except for the liquid metal helmet that fits the facial features and head completely, it has shaped a majestic bull's head.

The two shoulder armors also looked like two bull's heads with wide glaring eyes, horns rising into the sky, like a sword out of a sheath.

From a distance, this is a bull-headed devil with three heads bred from magma!

"Yes, it's Casava!"

"Kassavar Bloodhoof! He actually acted as the arbiter of this gladiatorial fight himself!"

"That is the totem of the bloodhoof clan,'Lava Fury'?"

Every corner of the circular auditorium burst out bursts of exclamation.

Even if the Totem Armor known as "Lava Fury" is activated, the judge named "Kassavar" is still smaller than the wildhammer that activated the "Locomotive" for several rounds.

But with only his right hand, he lightly grasped Wildhammer's proud proboscis.

And raised his left hand flat, facing the ice storm.

In the direction pointed by the left hand, the road of death paved by the ice storm condensed frost, one after another, was swallowed by the tumbling magma.

The meaning is obvious.

enough.

This is the final verdict.

No one can disobey my ruling.

At least, there are no living people.