Chapter 214 The Enemy Army Has Thirty Seconds to Reach the Battlefield

"impossible!"

Those directors of the arena who dealt with ferocious monsters all day long, as well as the guards who were in charge of guarding the slaves, were all stunned. The humanoid monster in front of him is beyond the scope of human imagination.

Despite the repeated warnings from the mysterious businessman, the guards still imprisoned these orcs according to the standard of trolls when they saw their burly bodies. In their view, it is impossible for even two trolls to break free.

They are wrong.

Originally, the strength of the orcs was higher than that of the trolls, let alone the violent orcs who drank the blood of demons.

With the roar that shook the entire arena, a hundred berserk orcs broke free from their cages and rushed towards the bright place.

All the big men who are absolutely powerful in terms of human beings are like children in front of them. The long whip used to punish slaves will only arouse their fierceness.

Huge fists slammed into the faces of those guards with scars who looked extremely ferocious, and the invincible force easily smashed everything they touched.

The cheekbones collapsed in an instant, followed by the temples and mandible, and then the entire skull collapsed. The human body's cervical spine has not yet been supported or cushioned, and the force of Kuangjue has crushed the entire head.

Yellow, white, red, the walls of the arena were stained black with the blood of the slaves, stained with the color of the tormentor.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" Once upon a time, the vicious guard and slave owner who seemed to be the master of all life in the world, was crying like a woman at this moment.

More guards came, carrying the best equipment they could.

However, this is of no use.

These violent orcs can set off a bloody storm with a straight fist and a swing of their arms. When the orcs came back to their senses, there was no one alive in the basement of the arena except the orcs.

The inexplicable voice seemed to be guiding them, and they seemed to feel the roar of the unyielding and angry soul of the Great Chief Blackhand.

"Lok-Narash" led the Blackhand Guards shouting to the orcs to arm themselves.

They quickly got all the heavy weapons they could collect, broke down the gate of the arena, and saw the light...

"Lok'tar Ogar!"

Victory or death!

In this unknown country full of human beings, in this place surrounded by enemies, the glory of the tribe, and the violent blood of demons in their bodies are driving them to launch an attack on the tallest and most gorgeous building. charge.

The city guards were alarmed. When they heard the news, they came and saw a group of green-skinned peerless monsters.

"Don't be afraid! These are orcs! Form a formation, surround and suppress him..." Before the team leader could finish shouting, a huge iron pillar thicker than a human thigh had already swept towards him.

The black hand guard who took the lead taught these human warriors who had never fought against orcs a good lesson with unparalleled strength. This lesson is called - strength!

The round shields neatly arranged in a row didn't look like shields at all, and were easily swept away by the heavy iron pillars. The sound of the iron-covered round shield exploding was mixed with the screams and howls of the city guards, which deeply stimulated the nerves of every city guard behind.

Fear easily seized their hearts.

For a moment, even the heart forgot to beat.

The dilated pupils of each eye reflected this frightening figure with a height of three meters. It didn't look like a creature at all, but more like a demon god from ancient times!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The city guards in the second row were almost stunned.

They paid the price with their lives for a brief absence on the battlefield.

The muscles of the orc's personal guard swelled to the point of exploding. Under the power of a giant, the ultra-long iron pillar that had been swung with all its strength stopped abruptly within half a meter, and in turn swept again!

The ones who fell to the ground escaped a catastrophe, and eight of the city guards in the second row who were stunned in place were swept away from their waists.

The scene was so bloody that it easily overwhelmed their sanity.

"Ahhh! I don't want to die!" These city guards, who usually only oppressed hooligans and thieves, suddenly lost the will to fight. They broke up, discarded their swords and shields, and tried to escape from this terrible Shura field.

Coming out of the arena is the first avenue of Lordaeron known as Gladiator Street.

This street, which mainly sells swords and weapons, has always been the favorite of dignitaries. Ordinary citizens are not eligible to enter this street. As an affiliated industry chain of the arena, this street not only has a large number of high-quality weapons and armors that far exceed standard weapons, but also various rare equipment and accessories.

A gladiator with a battered sword and a junk shield, no matter how skillful he is, won't get much cheers.

The dignitaries who own gladiators will invest in gorgeous armor ornaments on their favorite gladiators. After all, this is their face.

So, the lead Blackhand guard found the skull of a gigantic hexagonal rhinoceros. This huge skull has already become extremely hard after being soaked in molten iron. With the six huge horns protruding forward, this is a terrifying equipment that integrates offense and defense.

The only problem is, it's so heavy that even troll slaves can't handle it.

But now, all cheap black hands guarded.

Holding it, the black-handed guards easily caught up with a carriage with a gorgeous noble coat of arms, and bumped into it with its hard and sharp horns. Half a second later, the entire carriage was smashed to pieces, and the people inside were also turned into scarlet pieces.

Blood and viscera stained the entire Gladiator Street.

When the orcs rushed from this end of the long street to the end of the long street, what appeared in front of the orcs was a huge square with a fountain and a huge building with a pure white exterior wall.

"Lok'tar Ogar!" The Black Hand Guard roared again.

Without the slightest hesitation, just such a hundred orcs launched an attack on the Lordaeron Palace, which has the most guards and the most rigorous defense.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

When the palace of Lordaeron had no time to put away the drawbridge and even the gates of the palace were breached, not only the senior officials of Lordaeron, but also a priest who was preaching in the temple of the palace were alarmed.

"There are enemies in the palace of Lordaeron?" Hearing the shouts of killing not far away, a burly male priest suddenly stood up: "Teacher Faol, let me go and see."

Seeing his disciple lift a heavy hammer with ease, the archbishop sighed. This disciple is good at everything, his devotion to the Holy Light and his belief in the Holy Light are unparalleled. But I always feel that he is a bit out of tune with the pastor profession!

"Go ahead!"

There was a bug in the last chapter. Lothar’s upright temper could not forgive Duke for such a small trick. I changed it decisively, sorry. It is also because of the revision of the manuscript that the update at 6 o'clock tonight is delayed, and I apologize again.