Ricas commanded his Crimson Legion charge, and Butcher was beside him. The two men looked after each other and looked after the entire legion together. They easily won the first victory in the ambush, and then encountered a fierce counterattack, and finally won a miserable victory. The two thousand soldiers are now only half still have combat power, and the other half is either dead or surviving on the scorching dunes, completely dragging them down. And now, the third more fierce confrontation has come, one thousand to one thousand, which seems fair and reasonable, but Ricas really doesn't know whether he can survive.

He and Butcher took the lead in charging, and they could always gain an advantage all the way. However, because of the lack of strong support from both wings, they could easily become too prominent and even at the risk of being surrounded. However, this time, they were to be surrounded, to become unshakable reefs in the waves of the enemy and to become ground meat millstones! Only in this way can the Crimson Legion have the power to persist and fight.

"Step up that gentle slope!" Ricas kicked the enemy's abdomen so that the prosthetic sword inserted into the opponent's neck could be pulled out, but the enemy's blood was splattered on his face. Before he could wipe or shake off the blood, he saw a pair of feet wearing straw sandals coming to his eyes. Before leaving, the Crimson Legion snatched and divided the original Gladiator's master's things, so everyone had at least a pair of leather shoes. Straw sandals would only be the enemy.

He knelt down quickly, then rolled forward with the momentum, and drew an arc between the enemy's legs. The back was so hot that he should have been hit by a hammer or a mace. Fortunately, at least he saved his life, and the other party would die quickly due to a lot of blood loss.

"Heart!" Butcher kicked Ricas out, causing him to roll two more times on the ground. With only two "swish" sounds, there were two more crossbow arrows in the original Ricas' position. The Urics had long seen this brave enemy commander and shot the best weapons in their hands.

Butcher caught up with Ricas in a few steps, and the latter also rolled back. The two men covered each other with tacit understanding they had learned in the arena, and used Butcher's tower shield to avoid this round of volleys.

"As long as I can go back alive this time, I will definitely..."

"Shut up, you will die after that sentence, so shut up!" Butcher spit out the wet sand in his mouth, and then shook the dirt in his eyes, muttering: "Although I don't know what the reason is, Mike's words have not been missed. You'd better believe these theories."

"Okay, okay." Ricas head. He found that his prosthetic limbs were loose again, and the continuous battles opened the scars again. He kept crying out from skin to flesh to bones, but his heart and mouth did not have the right to cry out.

This time they got what they wanted and were finally surrounded. Thirty warriors who could hold their backs on the arena and the battlefield formed a defense circle. The enemy wanted to quickly defeat this circle and win the battle, and Rikas and his group should persist as much as possible, using their heads on the heads and corresponding high bounties to attract the masters in the other side and gain opportunities for the rest of the legion.

At this moment, he saw an opponent attracted by him. It was a bulky mantis, with a strong and powerful arthropod hind feet supporting a strong but sensitive body. The solid muscles and extremely low body fat rate made its four arms look like a tight crossbow.

The giant insect man was quite tall, and even Butcher was only at its chin. It spread its limbs as it walked, three of which were holding weapons and whips, obsidian daggers and short harpoons, and in the other hand the head of a Tyr.

"You will end up with this." The mantis man raised his head and began to bite and swallow the flesh on the head. The creatures of this race have a mouth similar to real serrated daggers, and can also spit out numb saliva, which is no less threat than the weapons they hold in their limbs. Rikas and Butcher have worked together to kill such an opponent in the arena, and this time they also went side by side.

Butcher rushed up with his shield, like a wall. The mantis swayed left and right, trying to confuse Butcher with fake actions, so that he could not grasp his direction. At the same time, the tail tip waved with a hook-like whip, and walked around the shield's defense from a high place, and grabbed Bucher's back.

If it were other partners, Rikas should use his weapon to block the whip. However, the strong Moor protruded from Butcher's left side and threw out an obsidian spiral blade with his left hand. His throwing skills reached the pinnacle, and even the Witch King Carac was "dead" under the javelin thrown by Rikas. The mantis man dared not take it head-on, but blocked the way with an obsidian dagger just in case, while avoiding it to his left side.

The whip hit Butcher, causing four wounds on his back. Even the refined inlaid leather armor was lifted up together, which shows the explosive power of the mantis man. However, Butcher also mastered the direction of the mantis man's movement. He raised the tower shield and rushed over and forced the mantis man to wrestle with him.

Only two "Dangdang" sounds were heard, and two tall creatures collided fiercely. Butcher's feet shook slightly, his body shook, and the person who was rushing to the rush was at a disadvantage. However, Ricas was under the shield, as if he was hiding under a protective umbrella, and violently waved the blade to slash at the legs of the mantis. This creature was tall, with a threat to his mouth and arms, but their legs were particularly long and relatively lacking in protection. Ricas and Butcher did not need to communicate at all, and a smooth cooperation solved the enemy.

The Mantis fell down unwillingly, and its head was cut off by Butcherxun, which made Ricas lift up high. The Mantis Man was indeed the number one figure in Yuric's army, and it was obvious that their morale was blew up. Several strong and vicious Yurics came over, and even if they fought with wheels, they would have to kill Ricas. However, before they rushed up to fight, at this moment, the morale was on the side of the Crimson Legion. Ricas keenly seized this opportunity and shouted "Attack, for victory, attack!"

The will of the world that represents freedom and liberated stands on Ricas' side, and the balance of victory tilts towards him. However, victory does not mean there is no loss. The battle was originally tragic, causing great sacrifices on both sides until the appearance of the Z-worm changed it.

The jumping dog lurked under the sand and quickly approached, relying on his perception of vibration to determine the direction of the enemy. They raised their heads slightly, looked at and distinguished the sides of the battle with their eyes, and then began to attack the Yuriks.

Use long arthropods to sneak attack from behind to pierce the enemy's spine; or use a plier-like mouth to cut their ankles. One hundred jumping dogs helped Rikas to lock in the victory in more than ten seconds. The damage they caused from behind allowed the Yurik raid team to start scattering. The jumping dogs took advantage of the situation to rob and cut their ankles again, and Yurik completely collapsed.
Chapter completed!