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Shocked, continued shock.

Such power made everyone so surprised that they poked there like half a piece of wood.

What exactly is going on in this world?

Who is the ogre?

This battle that subverts vision makes the audience feel as if they are struck by lightning. Until a "coaxing" sound comes from his ears again, while all his eyes continue to watch, everyone feels as if they are stabbed by a sharp needle, and their whole body becomes a little numb.

Another ogre was knocked away.

Facing the third, fourth and fifth ogres siege.

Three pairs of fists were blown out, and the fist wind that was wrapped in chains roared towards Aaron on the field!

All the audience was calm because in everyone's eyes, before Aaron could make a defensive move, he saw six fists smashing towards his head. If these fists were smashed firmly, no matter who their lives were probably going to be explained.

Aaron had no time to retreat, so he had to use his arms to take over the ogre's fists!

Click! Hear that sound.

Everyone was guessing that those arms were going to be ruined by the ogre!

Just listening to the sound makes people feel a burst of pain that breaks his heart.

However, the roaring ogre was actually an ogre. His position was skewed, and his fist hit his fist, and his ogre's fingers shattered.

Aaron felt uncomfortable with the iron fist of three ogres at the same time.

At this moment, he felt his arms were as heavy as iron. He had no strength to resist the ogre's attack for a few seconds!

The two ogres saw that their companions were injured and became even more fierce. Then they attacked Aaron's head with another round of attacks!

Aaron wanted to resist, but his sore arms couldn't lift any strength at all, so he pulled him down helplessly.

"roll!!!"

In an instant, Aaron shouted coldly. As a demigod, he had not taken a few ogres into his eyes and kicked forward like lightning.

In countless wide eyes, the tall bodies of the two ogres flew straight out, and a perfect evil dog pounced on the ground. The whole tone had an intimate contact with the ground, and the friction was a long distance. The faces of the two ogres were shaved and the flesh was blooming, and blood was flowing.

Huhu———

In the stands, thousands of gamblers and spectators watched the warrior leader on the field deal with several ogres with empty hands, all of them seemed to have their throats dry, and they swallowed two or three mouthfuls in succession.

Feeling sour and numb, his arms regained their strength again. Aaron took a few steps and came to the fallen ogre at agility speed, grabbing the other party's strong and tumbling arm. He twisted it hard, and he couldn't make a crack at the scream in the stands. The ogre's shoulder joint was dislocated and a large area of ​​muscles torn.

Only then did Aaron unscrew the ogre's other arm, the other party's frenzied screams rang out.

One ogre is facing the fate of being dismembered, providing an opportunity for the injured ogre not far away to escape.

Obviously, even in the eyes of barbaric creatures such as ogres, they were uniquely afraid and afraid. The ogre, who was fierce and arrogant just now, was like a poor rabbit, with his blood-red and green pupils zooming out while staring at the direction of the gate and running desperately.

"Want to escape?"

Aaron quickly stood up, and his feet were in the wind. The heavy boots suddenly chopped the ground, and his whole body rose into the air with the force of his power. He swung over the ogre's head. His palms grabbed the ugly and slippery head with one hand. He twisted it hard, and another 'click' that made the scalp numb. Aaron's body steadily landed a few meters ahead of the ogre, and the head of an ogre was in his hand.

Seeing the corpse that was spraying and exploring liquid, relying on inertia to run a few meters away, Aaron seemed to have eyes on his head, and he turned sideways and avoided the ogre's headless corpse.

In this second, the person who witnessed this scene only felt a stream of blood rushing to his head, and his head buzzing. He twisted an ogre's head with his bare hands, making the audience's heart fall into his pants in fear.

Is killing the most instinctive desire of human beings? Is it because people feel threatened, or because of the pleasure brought by the killing itself?

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Amid the intense, manic, sharp cry of thousands of people around.

The spears and swords of the Temple Warriors were stained with blood. People enjoyed the fear of the dominant and the animals like ogres were not even smart creatures.

The half-hour battle of one hundred Temple warriors presents a fierce and passionate visual enjoyment to the audience of the Mercenary City Arena.

When the blood surged from the throat of the last ogre, the injured body gradually became exhausted and he knelt on the ground weakly. The Temple warrior waved his sword from behind the ogre and cut off the vicious and ugly leaks, pushing the strong atmosphere in the arena to the highest point!

"Long live the Spartans!"

"The Spartans are brave and deserve to be the warrior of the God of War. The Mercenary City cheers for you!"

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

The Countess looked at the ogre corpses on the field and looked at the boiling people. He nodded to the servant next to him, and then, tens of thousands of gold coins poured into the arena on the edge of the ten-meter-high edge of the arena.

Four consecutive wins are rewarded for the winner.

It is also an incentive for challengers. Because from the fifth game, these "Spartans" will become challengers in the arena, and mercenary groups of all sizes will become challengers.

If the ‘Spartans’ continue to win, the bounty will double. Losing tens of thousands of gold coins will belong to the Challenger and win the honorary badge of the Terminator Mercenary Group.

"The fifth game, one hundred vs five hundred. No matter how strong your combat power is, how long can it last." The corner of the Countess' mouth outlined. Although she was also shocked by the bravery and strength of the mysterious "Spartans", she did not continue to be optimistic about them. Judging from the half-hour battle, the ogres have consumed more than half of their physical strength.

"Hahahaha, don't snatch me from it, the Dark Night Mercenary Group will become the Terminator."

Looking at the back of the C-class mercenary leader Xueshu, the countess snorted, "Greedy, irritable orcs. But it is undeniable that these barbaric alien races are very strong."

The orcs have different races. The orcs' skin color is between green, yellow, gray and other colors. The appearance of ordinary orcs has strong short legs and long arms, just like an ape.

Their hair is usually rough, from dark brown to dark black to fiery red.

Many orc leaders generally have fiery red bloodthirsty eyes. This is the symbol of orc leaders.

Bloodhoof is a typical leader. His thick head is directly on his neck, giving him the impression of a hunchback. It is said that his brother was also a general of the Imperial Legion.

The tough fiery red skin is very different from other beast tribes. The natural leaders all come from the orcs of the Warhammer tribe, from the world underground in the desert. That cave is an underground world covered with lava, named the Rage Rift.

Warhammer Orcs are not only the leader of orcs, but are also very smarter and sometimes very cunning than ordinary clumsy orcs. Like most orcs, they are very warlike.

So much so that the entire society is based on war, and this desire for war is the expression of orc civilization.

"Roar———Spartans. Where are you from? My brother Watt is the general of the Dark Night Legion, and the members of our Dark Night Mercenary Group are all elite soldiers from the Imperial Legion. Killing the Spartans in the City of Mercenaries is not a serious crime, but I would like to advise you to abandon your weapons and surrender!"

Bloodhoof yelled at Aaron. The five hundred Beast Warriors behind him were all, the equipment and weapons of the regular legion. They just wiped off the empire badge and mark on it.

"The Dark Night Legion is the regular legion of the Empire. You are deserters and traitors, and your family and friends will be executed."

Aaron stared at the group of beast warriors coldly, his tone of rare coldness.

Ten years ago, the orcs from the remote land farther west of the wild continent were favored by the god of war and allowed them to exchange for glory through war.

"My God, the soldiers of the Orcs will fight for you and for the empire! The orcs' faith will be all gathered under your throne."

Aaron still remembers that under the leadership of Og, orc chiefs of all sizes, all large and small, generally kneeled under four-wheeled chariots pulled by four war horses.

Dedicate your own glory and loyalty to the God of War.

As a reward and gift, Aaron also gave the orcs ten thousand Kodo beasts in the blood-stained beast clan to the orcs.

Anyway, one day, the beast tribe actually showed off his weapon to the God of War. This was an unforgivable betrayal. Even this poor Blood Hoof did not know Aaron's true identity. But he knew that standing in front of him was a group of Spartan warriors.

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"What a joke, the Spartans. This is the era of evil, it has long been not the era of evil. Even you Spartans have joined the mercenaries, why can't we orcs?"

Bloodhoof roared at Aaron. He might be the first beast clan in this world to roar at the god of war.

In vision, although the five hundred orc warriors were wearing armor, a pair of sharp fangs usually showed their lower lips. The orcs' ears were pointed, their noses were flat and usually turned upwards. The lower jaws protruded so that the fangs could protrude from the middle, and generally the fangs could grow until they touched the orc's nose.

This whole appearance makes the orc look somewhere between humans and beasts.

Orc men's hair can grow to the same length. These hairs are thick and messy, often woven and tied behind their heads. The color is often brown or black.

Many old orcs also keep their beards, while young orcs tend to shave or unplug their beards instead of keeping them.

From these details one by one, Aaron can see that the members of this mercenary group are all middle-aged and old orcs. At the same time, this will mean that this is a group of powerful orc soldiers. They all experienced the last full-scale war ten years ago.

"Roar———I am the leader of the warhammer in the Rage Rift, Bloodhoof, orc warriors, today I will lead you to teach the Spartans a lesson!!!"

"Roar—roar—roar————”

Dongdongdongdongdong-

All kinds of warhammers and long swords. Five hundred beast warriors smashed their weapons in their hands, and their strong fighting spirit. The high roar was dull as thunder. For a moment, people in the entire arena couldn't help but look at the orcs.

"Dark Night Mercenary Group! Teach these Spartans a lesson and let them understand that their God of War has seen each other again."

"Beasts, kill these Spartans. They are already a group of weak-legged shrimps."

"Dark night, dark night, dark night!"

In the arena, thousands of people turned to the side of the Dark Night Mercenary Group. It seemed that they didn't remember at all, just now they were cheering for the "Spartans".

People always love the strong.

Compared with ordinary humans, orc warriors are tall and strong, with muscles all over the body.

Just looking at the orcs, humans will feel that they were born for war.

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"Fight, orcs. Those gold coins are ours. Roar-"

Five hundred well-equipped beast warriors were arranged according to the roar of their blood hooves, presenting a fan-shaped offensive formation.
To be continued...