When the gladiators walked into the battlefield, there were warm cheers. The audience was already excited by the previous literary performances, and it was just in time to push the entire event. Huge shouts resounded through the sky, and the entire arena was constantly shaking under the sound waves, as if it was about to collapse at any time. Ricas looked at the audience with lingering fear, and the people above were already airtight. The seats, aisles and steps were swept one after another, pushing each other to get closer to the arena. Even the terraces on the high ground, the places for the members of the parliament and merchants, were now full of spectators. They even lay on the railings and looked down, their necks stretched long, like tortoises.

Ricas looked at the people on both sides. On his right hand was Butcher, who was still serious and silent, as if the enthusiastic audience and grand scene in front of him could not make his heart beat faster. Ricas himself was already excited, and he wanted to be the first to rush up, pick up his weapons, and go into the fight. But Butcher's calmness also infected him, 'I am a warrior today, not a slave gladiator.'

A little further away are two half giant fighters. The developed limbs and slightly dull eyes are always very easy to identify. They are already out of breath before the competition begins. This is not caused by fatigue, but excessive excitement, which causes the heart rate and breathing to rise. A shorter time is called warm-up, and a longer time is called consumption.

These two people are not worth worrying about. As long as they don't provoke them as soon as they come up, they will naturally look for the dwarves farther away without harassing Butcher. Although the half giant is relatively stupid, he is not without brains. He naturally knows that it is easy to start and then difficult to do so. Butcher looks like the kind of guy who is not easy to mess with, and he is already famous and everyone knows it.

Ricas looked to the left, and clearly saw tension and fear in the eyes of the female fighter on the left. By the way, he was a famous figure. During the qualifying match, he deliberately did not kill a slave opponent, so he left a long list of disabled people with broken legs, which instead made him a "cruel, perverted, and fearful" reputation. Many gladiators were discussing whether it was better to be torn into Butcher's hands or to be disabled for life?

Those who are close will stay away as soon as possible, and then gather the slightly further away gladiators to siege themselves. Ricas and Butcher have long analyzed the situation, so they have decided on a defensive counterattack strategy. When necessary, they can pretend that they are against each other, so they can delay time.

Because they only have one real target, that is, King of Witches. He sat on the west side. Although he was protruding forward than the surrounding stands, he looked up in the sand pit and could only see one head for most of the time. It was too difficult to throw a wooden spear and hit a high head dozens of meters away. Moreover, they could not expect King of Witches to stand on the side, exposing most of the body like a target. So the only chance is to climb onto the stair-shaped platform in the center of the arena and climb to the high place, so that they can have a better attack angle and narrow a distance.

He recalled the whole plan again, got the weapon, and worked with Butcher to kill the troubled enemies and climbed up to the platform. Then Satiri and Kotande would cast spells to destroy the defensive array of the platform. He had to launch an attack at the same time and threw the heart-wood spear into the chest of the Witch King Karak.

Hope everything goes well, Ricas prayed.

The Witch King stood up, and he stretched his arm forward and a light shot out from his fingertips, hitting the top of the stairs. In the light, eight secret doors were opened around the platform, and round-shelled beetles, scorpions and salamanders emerged from the inside. As the Witch King waved his arm, a flying dragon with wings and long tail flew out from the room inside the tower, with chains tied to his feet, and stood at the top of the platform. Its neck was as long as a snake, and each tooth was like a dagger, and it opened and closed hard when it roared, which was very terrifying.

The audience exclaimed, and then became as enthusiastic as an erupting volcano. "Dragon!" "Dragon!" They shouted, waving their arms to imitate the dragon's flapping its wings. Ricas also took a breath and was shocked by the huge creature. He turned his head to look at Butcher, who just snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "There are only two legs, but only two-legged flying dragons. The difference between it and the dragon is like a mouse and a lion."

"Why didn't Tesian say this?" Rikas suddenly thought of this detail: "Are he going to betray us?"

"No matter which world, nobles are the same. They are swaying from side to side, at a loss, and forget their righteousness when they see profit. Taixi's so-called nobles are so naturally they will forget things more and ignore such big details! I think this is normal! How can there be no surprises when taking risks? What is the point of following the steps?"

Ricas could not fully understand the emotions in Butcher's words, but he looked around and did not suddenly shoot crossbows or spells to knock him down. The Witch King didn't seem to send a templar to take them down. This might prove that Tesian did not betray them? He patted his cheeks hard and said to himself: "Ricas, Ricas, when is it time? You can't concentrate? You are here to fight, not to play games. Whether it's gladiators or beasts, they will only stretch out their claws to block you and bite you to death with their teeth! Don't be a corpse!"

The last wave of the Karak Witch King, his voice echoed over the arena with the power of magic: "The competition begins!"

The crowd had a brief silence, but it might be just an illusion, because in a moment the entire stand was boiling in cheers. The gladiators took the lead and rushed to the platform in the center of the arena. They first wanted to grab their weapons. But if they were too focused on the weapons, they would die quickly, because the battle had already unfolded in advance on the road to the platform. The half-giant waved his huge fist and slapped hard at the opponent beside him. An unexpected mantis warrior was blown out in the air and became the first victim of the game.

Ricas waved his long sword arm, and all the naked-handed people were unwilling to provoke him now, so he and Butcher encountered no danger along the way. The two of them came to the place where the weapons were piled up, but they only found a heartwood spear. Butcher turned his head and found a human gladiator who had never seen before against the enemy with a giant sword, but he used the heartwood spear as a javelin and carried it with him in the belt on his back.

"Don't worry, I'll get it back if I have the chance." Butcher looked at it and picked up a long sword and a warhammer from the ground. "Don't think so much, it's still far from the time!"

"Yes, let others fight for a while, and the beasts and the two-legged flying dragons will stop them from climbing the platform." Rikas held the heart-wood spear in his left hand and glanced at the direction of the throne: "If he keeps standing, I will have a chance to hit him here."

"It's too difficult." Butcher shook his head: "And look, he sat back, only the size of a ball. There are more opportunities on the platform. Taisian is right."

"And it's also necessary for Satiri and Kotande to be prepared." Ricas used his long sword to block a flying axe, keeping in mind the earliest tactical arrangements, so he still didn't attack immediately. He and Butcher defended carefully.
Chapter completed!