Sword and Magic and Taxi

He likes the feeling of the battlefield.

Butcher swung his mace and smashed the mantis man in front of him into a puddle of mud. Green and red mixed together, flowing down from his naked body. He looked up to the sky and let out a roar, even the two-legged flying dragon was shocked into silence. The only pity is that the mace has cracked, so it can only be used once or twice at most.

Although he has been pursuing peace of mind, hoping to settle down somewhere, away from right and wrong, and perhaps try to rebuild a family, he still cannot deny that he quite likes the feeling on the battlefield. Since the start of the gladiatorial fight, more than a dozen opponents have lost their lives in the action of challenging him, and the traces left are just a few small wounds and blood spattered all over their bodies. His own sweat evaporated, mixed with other smells on his body, and turned into a real bloody murderous aura, which continued to spread and was able to scare the beasts on the high platform.

Fearful enemies no longer interest Butcher. Only those warriors with fighting spirit and martial arts can be called opponents. He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked towards the higher terrace. The Witch King Karak is looking down with his head exposed, wearing a golden crown that symbolizes power. His eyes flashed with red flames, uncertain, and contained great power. But Butcher clearly felt that the Witch King's attention was not on the arena, but on the audience.

Yes, what he wants is the lives of the audience, plus the lives of the templars who maintain order, plus the lives of gladiators and more slave laborers, the bodies of tens of thousands of all living creatures, Spirit and soul. He was actually staring at his delicious meal, a feast that would transform him into a dragon. Predating and devouring the lives and strength of others is an act that violates the laws of nature. What an evil act, what a powerful act!

Ricas, it's almost time. Let's try to get to the high platform! Butcher assessed the situation. Zhao Mai had previously given him a detailed analysis of the development and changes of this battle. The safest way was to resolve all threats on the ground and then climb to the high platform, which would have the greatest chance of winning the championship. But the purpose of the Witch King is not to determine the champion, but to kill everyone in the arena. When he feels that the champion is about to appear, he will probably leave the throne and activate the magic tower. By then it will be too late.

The only way is to start climbing while the situation is still chaotic, and take action while the Witch King is still showing off, before he leaves. Doing so will of course draw firepower in early, bringing more danger to Ricas and Butcher. But Butcher and Ricas said that as long as they play, they will be the target of attention. The danger is always there, no matter if it is earlier or later.

Likas bit the Heartwood Spear in his mouth and used his left hand to prepare for assisting in climbing. At this moment, Butcher suddenly shouted: Be careful of the elf on the left!

A bolt of lightning shot towards Likas's eyes, which would have blinded him if it hit him, but the Heart Wood Spear made the spell useless. The Elf Demon Warrior looked at his hand blankly, wondering where the problem was.

Ricas would not let go of this opportunity and pounced from the stage, stabbing straight down with the long sword in his right hand. The elf raised his arm to block it with his small buckler, but he completely misjudged the sharpness of the sword. The shield and arm were cut off, taking the elf's life with it. However, before dying, the elf dragged Likas down hard, pushed him into the sand, and bit his shoulder with his teeth, tearing out the last mouthful of blood.

Ricas! Butcher's voice sounded from the second floor of the high platform. He was more excited than nervous. It shouldn't be too urgent. Ricas broke free from the elf's arms and got up from the sand. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the King's Platform. The Witch King's tall crown was still there, and he seemed not to notice the situation in the field. The Heart Wood Spear suppressed the lightning spell. If this scene fell into the eyes of the Witch King, would it arouse his vigilance?

At present, it seems that luck is still on their side. The Witch King's eyes are not on the arena. This luck has boosted Likas' morale. He took a deep breath, letting the breath of the Athas desert penetrate deep into his lungs, drawing strength from it. Zhao Mai told him that this planet was ruined by magicians, and the will of the planet wanted to retaliate. It wishes all spellcasters dead! So when it comes to assassinating the Witch King, the entire planet is on Likas's side!

He had a feeling in his heart that what Michael said were facts, irrefutable facts.

Butcher was fighting a human warrior on the second floor of the tower, using a mace against a giant sword. In this confrontation, the cracked mace was obviously at a disadvantage. Butcher could only adopt a more conservative fighting posture, but even so, the mace was constantly being consumed, and after a while it would turn into thin wood. Is it a stick? Likas got up, bit the heartwood spear, and climbed up quickly.

The human warrior shattered the mace, leaving his opponent with his bare hands. Butcher, the most powerful warrior? The human sneered: I won't give you a chance to go down and get weapons, you will die here!

Butcher took a step back, sideways avoiding the blade of the giant sword. He was about to step forward to attack, but his opponent had already lowered his giant sword and pulled it back. A diagonal line blocked Butcher's possible direction, and he followed the trend to launch another wave of offensive. After several rounds, this person had almost no flaws in the giant sword's moves, forcing Butcher to retreat continuously.

Not far behind, a flame lizard stared eagerly, puffing up its cheeks and preparing to spit out flames. A smile flashed across the giant swordsman's face. All he had to do was force Butcher to stop nearby, and then he would definitely die.

Butcher also felt the danger behind him, and his instinct on the battlefield made him stop. The giant swordsman did not attack rashly, but still adopted conservative advancement tactics. He raised his weapon, observed, threatened, and continued to press.

A long sword penetrated from his chest, bringing a cold feeling. The heat representing vitality quickly drained away, and the high platform and the earth opened their arms towards him. Butcher stepped forward quickly, reached out to grab the giant sword, and pulled out the Heart Wood Spear from the back of the giant swordsman. In this way, both Heartwood Spears are in hand, and now you can climb up without any distractions!

The flame lizard sprayed out heat waves, and the rolling flames covered half of the high platform. This is the power of a creature, not magic or psychic power, and the Heartwood Spear is useless against it. Zhao Mai analyzed this situation for them and also conducted tests on the attack and defense capabilities of the Heart Wood Spear, so Licas and Butcher were mentally prepared and hurriedly moved to avoid it. Their embarrassed appearance aroused laughter from many spectators, and the screams of the gladiators affected by the flames triggered another round of cheers and applause.

A flying ax flew over and hit the lizard in the neck. The fire in the throat has an extra outlet, causing combustion in the lizard's own guts. The flame lizard actually ignited itself, and soon burned into an empty skin. This sight made the audience shout louder than ever. Not many of them even noticed that Ricas and Butcher had climbed to the third floor. There were only two floors left from the top, which was just a bird's eye away. It's just the distance of a wyvern.

Witch King Karak stood up and came to the railing at the edge of the platform. Many people present noticed the Witch King's actions, most of them were enthusiastically excited, and a few were so nervous that they were heart-wrenching.

A templar wearing a horned helmet with no face visible, covering himself in steel armor, took half a step forward to guard the Witch King.