Sword and Magic and Taxi

There are still six groups of gladiators left on the battlefield, two of which are still fighting the beasts at the bottom of the tower and will not be able to get up for a while. Three groups also started climbing after seeing Butcher and Ricas' actions. They surrounded each other from all sides and trapped the bipedal dragon in the middle, but no one dared to fight with the bipedal dragon first.

Butcher threatened the Wyvern with his giant sword and folded its wings, then approached Ricas and whispered: The Wyvern is poisonous, both in its claws and teeth. Don't get hurt!

Ricas nodded. He glanced in the direction of the throne with the corner of his eye and saw the Witch King standing up! Zhao Mai has analyzed that the clearer the battle situation becomes, the more likely it is that the Witch King will leave the stands and start executing his plan. The only thing that keeps him in the field is a need, a need for strong vitality. The more excited, agitated, or fearful a person is, the greater this power is. Once the Witch King starts taking action, it means doing it as quickly as possible.

But the flying dragon kept flapping its wings, jumping up and down on the tower, and kept threatening downwards with its fangs and claws. It could block the angle of attack at any time. No, you cannot take such a risk!

Rikars spit out the Heartwood Spear and grabbed it with his left hand. Butcher, follow me and attack to the left!

He pounced on the enemy on his side of the same platform, stabbing out his spear and prosthetic sword at the same time. The opponent used shields and scimitars to block, and they fought together, exchanging multiple attacks and defenses in an instant. Seeing an opportunity, the flying dragon also changed its direction and extended its claws and teeth to attack. Fortunately, Butcher arrived in time and used his giant sword to drive back the troublemaker.

Quick! Likas shouted: Cut the chains!

Butcher immediately understood his teammates' tactics. The bipedal flying dragon was tied to the top of the tower, with heavy iron chains tied to its feet, which prevented it from flying high or far, and could only jump and hover in place. If you want to kill the two-legged dragon, the current restraint state is naturally the best, but their target is not the flying dragon at all, but the Witch King! As long as the flying dragon flies up, the upper two platforms will be empty, and there will be the best attack angle!

Butcher raised the giant sword, and all his strength was concentrated in his arms, and the expanded muscles made an overwhelmed crunching sound. Then, a white light flashed, and the giant sword fell like thunder, hitting the chain hard. A sharp and loud sound that was enough to pierce the eardrums erupted, and in an instant it even overwhelmed the roaring audience. Countless fragments flew everywhere, only the broken root of the giant sword remained, and the chain was broken in half.

This chain is not ordinary steel! Butcher shouted loudly, covered in blood. The flying giant sword fragments caused more than a dozen wounds, large and small, on his body. The deepest fragments had already penetrated under the skin and penetrated into the internal organs. Ricas' condition was not good either. His back was facing the chains, causing wounds all over his back. However, the Murs remained silent and continued to fight fiercely with their opponents.

During the break in the fight, Ricas glanced at the chain with his peripheral vision, then pushed his opponent hard and jumped back. Butcher, take over! If it were anyone else, switching positions this time would expose a huge flaw, and not everyone can still hold off the enemy for others when their main weapon is gone. But Butcher didn't say anything, and threw the remaining sword hilt in his hand. When the sword and shield soldier blocked it, he grabbed the back of the opponent's scimitar with his big hand.

Raising his fist, he didn't care about the material difference between the flesh and blood fist and the steel shield, and just punched it hard, like a giant tree beating a bell. Boom! Boom! Boom! After three loud noises, the sword and shield soldiers staggered back, their feet slipped, and they fell under the high platform with their dented shields and bent swords. Butcher looked up to the sky and screamed! Although his hands were covered in blood from 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, striking the sword and chains, shooting out countless sparks. The shock touched the wound, and the wound brought blood, and the blood dripped onto the sand of Atas.

He was unaware that his incomplete arm was rising and falling, and his sword was flashing. The other gladiators understood his plan and thought it would be more advantageous if the dragon flew. So while restraining him, they were ready to charge to the highest point at any time. The dragon felt threatened, moved to the other side, and began to move away from Likas with the chain on its feet.

No! Don't go! Likas used all his strength to raise his arm again, I'm letting you go free! He shouted, and the prosthetic sword fell down with a bang.

The steel could not withstand the force of the burst of flesh and blood, burning into starlight and exploding. Chains cannot trap the soul that wants to be free, and one day the chains will be opened. The giant bipedal dragon flapped its wings and suddenly flew into the sky, roaring and rushing towards the audience stands.

The audience's attention was attracted, and the gladiators began to climb. Ricas stood on the edge of the high platform and fell softly. Butcher grabbed him and pulled him back. Are you still angry? They are still looking at us!

Likas's right arm has completely lost feeling, but his left hand still holds the Heart Wood Spear firmly. The Muor slave grinned and said, Let's end this!

Butcher swung his right hand upwards forcefully, throwing Ricas directly to the highest part of the platform. The latter raised his spear and aimed at the other gladiators who were fighting in the melee. This warrior with a missing arm undoubtedly succeeded in attracting everyone's attention again. As for the flying dragon, under the siege of the Templars who maintained order, it was unable to land at all and could only fly upwards to escape.

The entire audience chanted Ricas's name, staring closely at the last weapon on his body, wondering which opponent he would throw at him and how he would deal with the subsequent situation. With only one hand left, can he win? Can he be free?

Unexpectedly, the spear he raised turned around and pointed at Butcher, who immediately raised his spear and pointed it at him. The whole place was in an uproar, and then there was a moment of silence. Even the Witch King was leaning on the railing, staring at the dramatic scene on the high platform. In an instant, thunderous roars erupted from the stands, and thousands of voices were inciting the two strongest gladiators to decide the winner.

I want to be free! Ricas said.

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

After saying that, they both turned around and faced the direction of the king. Karak's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the flames in his pupils suddenly expanded.

At this moment, a golden lightning hammer shot out from the noble seat, hitting an invisible barrier on the edge of the terrace, bursting out with brilliant red and blue sparks - Satiri launched the attack, and there was a deafening loud noise. the sports field. At the same time, Cotander on the other side held the staff with one arm and kept chanting incantations. A red sickle-shaped lightning flew out of the staff and hit the stands.

A wall of magical power glowing with colorful colors emerged from the stands, and everyone saw it. Before anyone could scream, the wall of force flickered, then turned into foam and dissipated.

Karak roared angrily, and psychic powers surged down like an avalanche, sweeping across the entire arena. In his fantasy, he is the supreme dragon in the city of Tire, and his gaze and sound can determine the life and death of everyone. With his psychic powers, a shadow of a dragon was gradually appearing on the towering wall of the arena, grabbing the wall with both claws and looking down. But at that moment, Ricas moved.

The Heart Wood Spear penetrated Karak's chest, entering from the front and flying out from the back. The Witch King's blood splashed to every corner of the stand, and the dragon's shadow immediately dissipated.