There were six groups of gladiators left on the battlefield, two of whom were still fighting with the beasts at the bottom of the tower, and they couldn't get up for a while. Three groups also began to climb after seeing Butcher and Rikas' actions. They surrounded each other from all sides and trapped the two-legged dragon in the middle, but no one dared to fight with the two-legged dragon first.

Butcher threatened the two-legged dragon with his giant sword and put away his wings, then approached Rikas, and whispered: "The two-legged dragon is poisonous, and its claws and teeth are all, so don't be injured!"

Rikas nodded. He aimed at the direction of the throne with the light of his eyes and saw the standing Witch King! Zhao Mai analyzed that the clearer the battle situation, the more likely the Witch King is to leave the stands and start to implement his plan. The only thing that keeps him in the field is a demand, a need for vigorous vitality. The more excited, excited or afraid people are, the greater the power they contain. Once the Witch King starts to move, it means that it should be carried out as soon as possible.

But the flying dragon's flapping its wings constantly, jumping around on the tower, and constantly threatening it downward. It may block the angle of the attack at any time. No, you cannot take such a risk!

Rikas spit out the wooden spear and grabbed it with his left hand. "Bucher, attack with me!"

He rushed towards the enemy on the side of the platform on the same floor, and the spear and prosthetic sword stabbed out at the same time. The opponent blocked it with a shield and a scimitar, and fought together, and instantly exchanged multiple attacks and defenses. When the two-legged flying dragon saw the opportunity, he turned around and stretched out his claws and teeth to attack. Fortunately, Butcher arrived in time and forced the troublemaker to retreat with a giant sword.

"Quick!" Ricas shouted: "Cut the chains!"

Butcher immediately understood the tactics of his teammates. The two-legged flying dragon was bound to the top of the tower, with heavy iron chains tied to the feet, so that it could not fly high and not far away, so it could only jump and hover on the spot. If you want to kill the two-legged flying dragon, the current binding state is naturally the best, but the two targets of the two of them were not the flying dragon at all, but the Witch King! As long as the flying dragon flew up, the two platforms above would be empty, and there would be the best attack angle!

Butcher raised the giant sword, and all the strength of his body gathered on his arms, and the swelling muscles made an overwhelming creaking sound. Then, a white light flashed, and the giant sword fell like thunder, slamming hard on the chain. A sharp loud bang that was enough to pierce the eardrums burst out, and in an instant, even overwhelming the audience. Countless fragments splashed everywhere, and the giant sword was only left with its broken roots, and the chain was half broken.

"This chain is not ordinary steel!" Butcher shouted loudly. The flying giant sword fragments caused more than a dozen wounds of all sizes on him. The deepest fragments had already penetrated the skin and penetrated into his internal organs. Rikas was in a bad condition, and his back was turned to the chain, which resulted in wounds on his back. However, the Moors continued to fight with their opponents without saying a word.

During the battle, Rikas glanced at the chain with his light, then pushed the opponent violently and jumped backward. "Bucher, take over!" If it were someone else, this time the exchange position would reveal a huge flaw, and not everyone could resist the enemy for others when they lost their main weapons. However, Butcher didn't say anything, and threw the remaining hilt in his hand over, and while the sword and shield soldiers blocked it, he grabbed the opponent's scimitar back with his big hand.

He swung his fist, regardless of the difference in material between the flesh and blood fist and the steel shield, and then pounded it hard, like a giant wooden bell. Bang! Bang! Bang! After three loud noises, the sword and shield soldier staggered back, his feet slipped, and with a sunken shield and a bent knife, he fell under the platform. Butcher whistled to the sky! Although his hands were covered in blood due to the impact and scratches, he was undoubtedly the strongest warrior on the tower now.

Ricas took a step back, raised his right arm and slashed downwards. The sword and chains hit, shooting countless sparks. The vibration touched the wound, which brought blood, and the blood dripped down on the sand of Atas.

He was unaware of it, his broken arms rose and fell, and the sword light flashed. The other gladiators understood his plan and thought that it would be more beneficial to fly the dragon, so they restrained it while preparing to charge to the highest point at any time. The dragon felt the threat and moved to the other side, and began to move away from Ricas with the chain on its feet.

"No! Don't leave!" Ricas raised his arm again with all his life's strength, "I'm letting you go!" He screamed, and the prosthetic limb of the long sword fell down with a bang.

The steel could not withstand the power of flesh and blood, burned into starlight and exploded. The chains could not trap the souls that wanted freedom, and one day they would open their bonds. The dragon with two feet slapped with wings, flew into the sky suddenly, howled and rushed to the audience stands.

The audience's eyes were attracted by the gladiators, and the gladiators began to climb, and Ricas stood on the edge of the platform and fell softly. Butcher grabbed him and pulled him back. "Are you still angry? They are still watching us!"

Rikas' right arm was completely unconscious, but his left hand was still firmly holding onto the Heartwood Spear. The Moor slave smiled and said, "Let's end it all!"

Butcher swung his right hand upwards, throwing Ricas directly to the highest point of the platform. The latter raised his spear and aimed at the other gladiators who were fighting. This incomplete warrior undoubtedly successfully attracted everyone's sight again. As for the two-legged flying dragon, under the joint siege of the Templars who maintained order, he could not land at all, so he could only fly up and escape.

The audience shouted Ricas' name and stared at the last weapon on him. I wonder which opponent he would throw at and how to deal with the situation in the future. He only had one hand left. Can he win? Can he be free?

Unexpectedly, the spear he raised changed direction and aimed at Butcher, who immediately raised his spear and pointed it at him. The whole audience was in an uproar, and then a moment of silence. Even the Witch King leaned over the railing and stared at the dramatic scene on the platform. In an instant, a thunderous roar broke out from the stands, and thousands of voices were instigating the two strongest gladiators to decide the outcome.

"I want freedom!" Ricas said.

"I just want to kill the Witch King." Butcher smiled.

After saying that, he turned around together and faced the king's direction. Carac's eyes suddenly widened, and the flames in his pupils suddenly swelled.

At this moment, a golden lightning hammer shot out from the noble mat, hitting a layer of invisible barrier on the edge of the terrace, and a brilliant red and blue spark burst out - Shatili launched an attack, and a deafening loud noise shook the sports field. At the same time, Kotande on the other side held a staff with one arm and kept singing spells. A red sickle-shaped lightning flew out of the staff and hit the stands.

A magic power wall with colorful colors emerged from the stands and everyone saw it. Before everyone could exclaim, the power wall flashed and then turned into bubbles and dissipated.

Carac roared, and his spiritual power surged down like an avalanche, sweeping across the entire arena. In his fantasy, he was the supreme dragon in Tyre City, and his eyes and sounds could determine the life and death of everyone. With his spiritual power, the shadow of a dragon gradually emerged on the towering wall of the arena. His claws grabbed the wall and looked down. But at that moment, Rikas moved.
Chapter completed!