The Earth People are so Fierce

The Blood Skull Arena, which can hold 50,000 to 80,000 people, is full.

When the Ice Storm team entered the field, all the spectators fell into a moment of consternation and silence.

They just heard the gossip that there were two teams that were about to go to war. They met in advance in the Hall of Glory and clashed.

To be honest, this kind of early conflict has never been news in the arena.

It has even happened in the past, when the battle has not even started, the winner has already been decided.

But one party was beaten up by the other party and ran all over the field. This is the explosive news that everyone can't believe.

Not to mention, it was the team led by the "Queen of Frost" Ice Storm.

The Turan can be defeated or die.

But how can you run away without even going to the real battlefield?

All the audience was out of anger.

Especially the supporters of Ice Storm once felt a deep sense of frustration and betrayal.

They booed the loudest boo to the ace of the past.

However, Meng Chao and others swaggered their heads and made their gorgeous debut, and they held tens of thousands of spectators.

The fighting spirit that was released from them and rushed into the sky didn't look like the courageless rodents that had just been chased by others?

The audience looked at each other and asked with their eyes: "Is it something wrong? How could the Ice Storm team escape? Is it confused with other teams?"

However, when they looked closely at the shape of the ice storm team, they saw the weakness of Meng Chao, the slenderness of the leaves, the wrinkles of the spiders, and the swollen noses of the other wild rat servants. They suddenly realized that, yes, they looked at the whole seat. Blood Skull Arena, no, it's the entire Black Pointe, no, it's the entire Turanze, there can be no second such a weird team!

"The news is correct, they just got beaten up and run away with their ass!"

"Even if you lose, you don't even dare to fight, and you are chased by someone so screaming that you still have the face to stand on the arena like this?"

"Kill these cowards, they have tarnished the glory of the arena and ancestral spirits!"

The auditorium, which had been silent for a short moment, suddenly burst into a wave ten times stronger than before.

Many spectators couldn't wait for the end of the game, so they took out animal traps, pebbles, short darts and other things from their arms, and threw them toward the arena "crackly".

If it weren’t for the tauren warriors who were from the bloodhoof family and were responsible for maintaining order, they would stare in and out of the arena, and there would be a lot of spectators eager to jump on the arena to teach them a lesson. Scum"!

The audience who were more located in the back row of the auditorium, too far away, it was difficult to vent their anger directly with the trapping ropes and cobbles, had to shout hoarsely at the names of the opponents of the ice storm.

"Kill them, sting!"

"Get rid of these scum, Stinger!"

"Come on, Stinger, take out the courage of the Ironhide family, and blow these courageless rodents in one go!"

"Stinger! Stinger! Stinger!"

Tens of thousands of hoarse roars gathered into a stormy sea, and a brain rushed into the mind of the young wild boar warrior, making him, who had never seen such a big battle, seem to be flying in the clouds.

The wild boar warrior named "Poison Stinger" is a member of the Ironhide family with very pure blood, and his parents are 100% wild boar.

The "skin of steel" derived from his father's line gave him a faint metallic luster on his armor-like flesh and blood.

And the characteristics of the porcupine derived from the maternal line make him grow out of his steel skin with clusters of extremely sharp and hard steel needles. When he is furious, the roots of the steel needles stand up, literally, all over his body. All overgrown with weapons.

Young and energetic, he is eager to command more warriors and servants in the Battle of Glory to win greater glory for the family.

Then he needs to be named, and he needs a stepping stone that is tall enough...

Ice Storm is the perfect stepping stone that his mother chose for him through the relationship.

"The opponent is very strong, not something you can easily defeat."

Before the battle began, my mother warned me, "Fortunately, this is a team battle, and you have the best servants of the Ironhide family, and the opponent's servants are just a group of vulnerable mobs.

"So, as long as you can withstand the attack of the ice storm and let your servants kill the opponent's servants completely, the arbiter will declare your victory, and you will win the reputation of'defeating the trump card'! "

This is the plan.

And "holding the attack of the ice storm" is not a big problem for the orthodox members of the Ironhide family who have the "skin of steel" and are originally good at defense.

However, the enthusiastic shouts of tens of thousands of spectators dazzled Stinger's mind.

He suddenly gave birth to an illusion, "I can beat the ice storm upright."

"Actually, the ice storm is not as powerful as in the legend, right?"

The young wild boar warrior muttered to herself, "If she was really so powerful, how could she protest to the adjudicator just now, as if she was afraid of competing with me?

"Also, her servants are too weak.

"Although I have only trained for just a few days, she always selects them carefully. As a result, it is such a weak group of goods. It can be seen that the eyes of Ice Storm are not very good.

"That's right, a guy who has lost three games in a row in teamfights, how strong can he be?

"I can defeat her without relying on the arbiter!"

The shouts of the audience poured into the sting's ears like magma, followed the ear canal, into the eyes, nostrils and throat.

Every pore in his body was sprayed with a stream of excitement.

This flow of heat blurred his vision, confused his hearing, interfered with his thinking, and left his brain full of only a picture-he stood proudly in the center of the arena, his feet were bruised and bruised. The ice storm that passed out, raised his arms, enjoying the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators and real victory!

An old and weak tauren warrior, riding a giant eagle with a bridle and saddle, hovering over the arena.

He blew a horn like a machete, and dropped a spear from mid-air to the center of the arena.

The spear pierced the arena with precision, and the crack that was bombarded by countless gladiators' strange powers tremblingly prodded there.

On the tail of the spear, the banner of glory representing the Bloodhoof clan fluttered suddenly, and under the shocking collision of the two sides, it fluttered in the wind and hunted.

Boom boom boom boom!

Hundreds of war drums around the arena rang again.

The stinger's gaze crossed the bloodhoof battle flag, staring at the ice storm opposite.

He discovered that Ice Storm did not follow the clan warrior's custom, waiting for the servants to fight for a fight before starting a duel between the masters and generals in a hurry.

It was the first time that she activated the totem armor "Mythril Ripper" she was proud of, turning it into a silver-cast, half-human, half-leopard monster.

Such a posture, not only did not make the young wild boar warrior feel a little bit of awe.

Instead, Stinger felt that the ace on the opposite side was guilty.

Otherwise, how could the hole cards be revealed as soon as they appeared on the stage?

"Really an outsider with no sense of honor."

The stinger grinned, his eyes widened, and he punched hard in his chest. The hammer illuminated the shining totem from the heart to the chest and abdomen, from the chest and abdomen to the limbs, all the way to the fingertips.

Piles of lead-grey liquid metal were secreted from his pores, quickly covering every inch of his skin tightly.

After the blessing of the liquid metal, the sharp spikes that stood up like blades all over the body became sharper.

From his arms to his back, a total of twenty-four slightly raised holes ejected strong air currents, making his arms seem to have become two powerful steam hammers. With a light impact, they all knocked out. Make the audience deafening roar.

This is the proud totem armor of the Ironhide family for thousands of years-the Hammer of Million Steam!

Although I don't know why my totem is called such a weird name.

But it did not prevent the Stinger from being full of fanatical confidence in its own totem.

Tens of thousands of viewers saw the cheers after the appearance of "Millions of Steam Hammer", which made his fighting spirit soar to the extreme.

"Chong, warriors of the Ironhide family, crush this mob in one fell swoop!"

Wielding his arms like a steam hammer, the stinger roared, "To win this victory, each will reward ten slave soldiers!"

Even cannon fodder is divided into ranks.

Although the so-called "servants" are also cannon fodder, they can receive the master's training and the most basic weapons, and they can often accompany the master to serve the master's daily life, so it can be regarded as "elite cannon fodder."

If you perform well, you still have a chance to upgrade from a servant soldier to an attendant, then you can be regarded as a trusted friend of the master.

Under the servant soldiers, there are also servant soldiers.

That is the purest cannon fodder. It does not require training at all, and does not require any weapons. It is the presence of a supervising team composed of servants, attacking the enemy's defense line with bare hands, consuming the enemy's arrows, swords and strength.

In addition, slave soldiers have many uses.

Especially slave soldiers of different genders.

Of course, the same **** does not matter.

Turan people are not particularly particular about this.

In many cases, the soft moan of the strong sounds more beautiful than the bitter pleading of the opposite sex.

The promise of the stinger is more effective than the secret medicine of the witch doctor.

The house mouse servant soldiers who had just been caught in the Hall of Glory for a long time without catching their opponents, instead they were exhausted and panting. They had already accumulated a belly full of anger.

At this moment, he screamed excitedly.

I thought that there could be ten slave soldiers, ten mouse people who were even more humble than myself, so I could drive and vent to my heart's content.

Where can these house mouse servants take care of the joints and tendons of their legs, feet, and tendons, and there is a slight tingling pain from time to time.

They all follow behind the "Millions of Steam Hammers", swelling their muscles to their limit, just like thirty "squeaking" steam hammers, facing the bruised Meng Chao, the slender hands and feet, and the wrinkled spiders. The wild mouse servant soldiers with blue noses and swollen faces smashed over!