Chapter 935: Trouble with Ace

"boom!"
The wildhammer picked up two super giant maces, and slammed them, and amid the deafening explosion, they smashed into a burst of sparks.
I felt an astonishing killing intent from the sparks, recalling the scene where countless poor opponents were smashed into the skulls of his life. On the opposite side, the hundreds of heavily armed rat people shivered as if they were not wearing clothes.
They want to step back.
His legs were frozen by frost.
Behind him is more like piercing countless sharp ice cones, as long as they step back half a step, they will be pierced with holes.
A female warrior who was similar in height to humans and could be called a petite and exquisite among the higher orcs, stood blankly behind them.
From the meticulously trimmed short hair, to the almost transparent eyes, to the delicate skin like suet, and to the hairs on the key parts, there is no variegated color all over her body, only a thrilling white.
With sharp claws and a streamlined body, it really looks like the far north, the night country where the sun can never shine, and the coldest and purest ice cube is excavated, based on the posture of a cheetah. Ice sculpture.
However, when the huge crimson sun applied the blood-like sunlight on this cold-blooded woman, her pure white hair, eyeballs and hairs showed a silver-like brilliance. It stabbed tens of thousands of viewers without opening their eyes.
In terms of body shape, the gap between the two sides is huge.
In terms of momentum, there is a world of difference.
Moreover, the Wildhammer comes from the Wild Elephant tribe, an out-and-out bloodhoof warrior, a native of Pointe-Noire.
In the opponent's body, the blood of the Snow Leopard clan is flowing. It is the head of the five clans, a member of the Golden Clan, and belongs to outsiders in Black Point City.
However, all the audience was calling her name:
"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"
This kind of favoritism made the Wildhammer into a rage.
The proboscis curled up the bone tumor and slammed it heavily on the ground, smashing out hundreds of criss-cross cracks on the hard as iron ground of the arena.
This huge gladiator, who was so big and without friends, weighed ten times as much as his opponent, roared and rushed towards his opponent.
The gladiatorial battle officially began.
The wild elephant warrior "Wildhammer" from the Bloodhoof clan.
Face off with the snow leopard female warrior "Ice Storm" from the Golden Clan.
They are all the trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena with dozens of undefeated records!
Moreover, this is not just a confrontation between ace and ace, it is more personal and brave.
It is even more to compete with the training and command abilities of the two, to see if they are qualified to command the warriors of the thousands of bloodhoof clan, to defeat the golden clan and win the glory of the "first clan"!
Therefore, the two main generals have not yet clashed.
Hundreds of rat militiamen under their respective commanders rushed up.
Some were beyond the expectations of all audiences.
The Centurion Team commanded by the Wildhammer is significantly more organized and more flexible in formation changes. Even the Rat Militia's hands and feet seem to be stronger than their opponents for a round.
With the roar of the Wildhammer, the phalanx of hundred people quickly split from the middle to make way for the main general from the Barbarian Elephant Clan.
The wildhammer stepped on the ground and shook the mountain, rushing from the back of the battle formation to the forefront in two steps, and led the rat militiamen to naturally change from the square formation into a forward sprint formation.
And he himself is naturally the sharpest and heaviest heavy arrow.
boom!
Wildhammer was the first to smash into the Centurion under the command of Ice Storm.
Two super-heavy maces and the bone tumors on the elephant’s trunk set off three devastating storms. In one face, four or five rat militiamen under the command of Ice Storm were smashed and flew out in mid-air. In the middle, blood spurted wildly, drawn four or five blood-colored arcs, landed heavily, and his tendons broke and fractured. It seemed that he could not survive.
The rest of the rat militiamen were even more frightened.
The courage and morale that had been gathered for several days were smashed by the mace.
The originally slightly stiff formation quickly became torn apart and collapsed. The team of hundred people, whose morale was soared by the opponent, dispersed in one shot.
At this time, the ice storm struck the front of the battlefield like a silver lightning bolt.
I have to admit that this snow leopard female warrior from the Golden clan does have the bloodhoof clan known for its infinite power, which is lacking in sharpness, agility and fierceness.
The silver lightning spiraled along the trunk of the Wildhammer, leaving dozens of wounds on the Wildhammer's body in an instant.
Suddenly up and down, left and right, the mysterious figure, the dazzling offensive, all the audience was hooked.
It also made the Wildhammer clueless no matter how he wielded his mace.
However, in pursuit of extreme speed, these lightning-fast attacks have no final effect.
The elephant warrior was originally known for its rough skin and thick flesh.
The Wildhammer is also the best among the wild elephant warriors.
The seemingly wound, to him, brought pain and even refreshment like itching.
Even if the ice storm added the power of frost to the attack.
The wounds of Wildhammer froze one after another, and the chill deepened into the bone marrow.
But with wildhammer's muscle twitching and blood boiling, the frost cracked and melted one after another.
Although it was a bit ugly for the big and unfriended Samurai, being pressed and beaten by an opponent who was several times smaller than his own, the scene was a bit ugly.
However, Wildhammer succeeded in holding the ice storm's offensive like a torrential rain with its copper-walled and iron-walled body, and negated the opponent's greatest advantage—speed.
Taking this opportunity, the rat militiamen under Wildhammer slaughtered the rat militiamen trained by Ice Storm.
If we say that in terms of personal martial arts, Ice Storm is better than the ace gladiators from the Barbarian Elephant tribe.
In terms of training and commanding ability, she is far from the opponent.
The rat civic servants trained by Wildhammer are all well-trained, skilled in cooperation, and morale is like a rainbow.
The civic servants trained by Ice Storm suffered a blow at the beginning and their morale collapsed. Then they were naturally defeated.
Moreover, Wildhammer deliberately moved the battlefield between him and Ice Storm toward the densest place of the Rat militia.
Whether it was his mace, trunk, and bone tumor, or the silver lightning blasted from the ice storm.
For the rat militia, it is an irresistible disaster.
The rat militiamen on the side of Wildhammer have long known the tactics of the main general and have practiced with Wildhammer many times.
Seeing two murderous clan warriors, they moved in their direction and hurriedly hugged their heads to save themselves.
And the rat militia servants on the ice storm side were first stunned by the beating, and then confusedly involved in the battle between the two main generals, and they were soon affected by higher-level wars.
Accompanied by the desperate screams of the rat militiamen, the broken limbs and arms flew around the sky, and the shattered corpses scattered all over the ground.
The drums around the arena were beaten more intensively.
The audience was excited by the strong smell of blood, and they stood up excitedly, tapped their chests hard, and let out a creepy animal howl.
Some people even replaced the cheers for Ice Storm with a huge boo, so that Ice Storm should not patronize themselves, but should pay attention to the overall situation and pay attention to the soldiers under their command.
Ice storm naturally saw through the tactics of Wildhammer.
With a cold snort, he wanted to get out.
It was not to protect the minions under his command, but to retaliate, wanting to slaughter the rat militiamen on the side of Wildhammer.
However, Wildhammer grinned, using his sturdy figure, like a copper wall and an iron wall, to the fullest, firmly blocking the ice storm.
After all, the two sides are gladiators of the same rank.
Even if the ice storm is a better skill, it is impossible to kill and kill unscrupulously under the interference and obstruction of the Wildhammer.
On the contrary, Wildhammer relied on his thick skin, and would rather fight for a few more ice storms than to fly a few rat militiamen under the ice storm.
One ebb and flow, and the situation quickly became clear.
From the very beginning, Wildhammer did not leave the slightest chance for Ice Storm to command his own team of hundred people, methodically, steadily and steadily, advancing unstoppably like a copper wall full of spears.
The Rat Civil Servant on Ice Storm either died on the spot, ushering in a decent ending.
Either they were seriously injured, missing arms, broken legs, and blood splattered all over the ground—they may be the luckiest people. With fearless courage, they have purified their filthy blood. Serving, doing chores other than gladiatorial, such as cleaning, cooking, washing and drumming.
There were also many rat militia soldiers who were so scared that they jumped directly from the arena.
According to the rules, jumping off the arena is tantamount to surrender, and gladiators don't bother to hunt down deserters.
But the deserter never wants to wash away his shame for a lifetime, and it is impossible to get a second chance.
Waiting for the end of these cowardly people will be the Bleeding Skull Arena, which will be sent to dark mines, foundries, totem beast hunting grounds, etc., in a year and a half at most, cruelly crushed to death.
In this way, Ice Storm became lonely.
On the Wildhammer side, there are still more than fifty rat militiamen who still have the most basic combat effectiveness.
They quickly shrank into a tight square, spurring spears inlaid with bone spurs towards the periphery, like an angry hedgehog.
In this way, prevent the sneak attack of the ice storm.
Afterwards, the rat militiamen at the back threw their guns at the ice storm.
-For the ace gladiators, the spears of the rat militiamen do not have the slightest speed and strength.
Even if they are carrying their hands on their backs, do not dodge or dodge, even if they throw a gun into the body, it is impossible to cause much damage to the ace.
With this in mind, in order to enhance the viewing and uncertainty of gladiatorial battles, a large amount of anesthetic and venom were applied to all the weapons used by the rat militia.
Although, it is still impossible to kill the ace.
At least it can bring a little trouble.
Forcing the ace players, they had to draw a tenth of their attention to deal with these stalking rats.
Faced with an opponent whose strength is almost the same as his own, he has to draw one-tenth of his attention, which is tantamount to directly announcing the final victory of this battle.