Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 28 Blood Ax Style Duel

The arena of the orcs is a place that makes the dark eldar unhappy. Generally speaking, such things, for example, most of the alien arenas are full of pain and pain and pain. Specifically, it is the same as beating the butcher The nail is about the same?

But for the orcs, there is no better amusement park in this world than the arena. When the unique smell of blood of the one-eyed smell wets the metal and penetrates into the thick metal walls, the smell of waste and rotting orc meat, they Love it so much.

In the arena's prep room, One Eyed down a can of fungus beer and got a Grot massage, knowing full well that he couldn't kill that goddamn Boss Goff with positive force.

Fortunately, there are no taboos in the arena of the orcs. Everything you can imagine can be brought in. Although the gun boy is not as popular as the slasher boy, the orcs don't care. They just want to see what the blood looks like on the ground.

One-eyed put on his own shoulder armor. For the sake of flexibility, he did not choose the fully enclosed armor that most bosses like, and used ceramic steel and various hard enough materials to inlay his skin.

Although the defensive power of that kind of thing is good, it still makes the stealth make an unpleasant sound.

Prepare the big gun, hold the dagger, and walk towards the elevator with one eye. There is a mechanical sound of clicking, and the gears are turning. After slowly rising, the light shines on his face through the cage-like lifting equipment. The hot and humid forest The wind was blocked by the large circular arena, countless bunkers in a mess, scattered weapons, and the boy's body was stuck here.

One-eyed doesn't know why they put the wheels in the arena as a bunker, isn't it good to use them as trucks?

But he likes it, he loves this style to death, the blood of the orcs is rolling and burning, and countless boys fill the seats around the arena, shouting like chirping maggots.

A psychic kid, dressed like a shrimp that shoots his own kid with a pistol inside, what is it called?Commissar boy, huh?
He stood on the high platform in the middle of the arena. It may have been a beautiful big log before, but now it has been chopped down. It is a good decoration, a cover, and a good place to hide himself. Now a " Bantel Peacock Psychic Kid" or something standing on it.

Maybe he thinks he looks good like this?

But as his unique, noisy, psychic energy reverberated through the greenskins, in the battered arena of mud and bunkers and corpses, One Eye soon realized that the Goughs were fighting How professional.

The psionic kid yelled like a natural host. "Welcome, welcome, you people who don't know how to live or die, the mortality rate of the audience in our arena is 5-12%! For every 100 green skins, 7 will die because of watching!"

"I have to admire your bravery and lack of brains. Watching the two bosses fight, now, I will do the math..."

"The death rate is 30 percent!"

The audience erupted into violent cheers. Obviously, every orc felt that they would not be one of the 30%, but would see the people around them being affected and dying.

Cyclops dares to judge, if this is Xiami Arena, or if Xiami has an arena, 30% chance of audience death is enough for them to leave here.

And he had already seen the bastard in the opposite cage, wiping his big pliers, and One Eye made up his mind that he was going to chop off that plier as a trophy.

Iron Tooth also noticed the Blood Ax bastard opposite, and showed him a smile uglier than crying.

The psionic kid continued to shout in the middle of the arena. "Now, our keeper...is ours, waaaaghboss, Irontooth Goff!"

"waaaaagh!"

"Waaaaagh!" The boys were as happy as small animals in heat, they knew that the arena would definitely be exciting when the iron teeth came!
The Psionic Kid continued to introduce. "Challenger! It's our new boss, the extremely powerful one-eyed blood axe!"

"waaaaagh!"

"Waaaagh!" The ones who shouted this time were all boys with blue faces. They used to be dead-headed boys, but now they are... dead-headed boys controlled by a blood axe.

After the words were finished, the psionic kid protected himself with the shield of the four-sided armored kid, and then shrank on the high platform, unwilling to take another look.

"start!"

After his declaration was over, the huge iron gate of the cage was slowly opened, and two ferocious, cunning, or cunning and ferocious behemoths confronted each other.

Majestic and pretentious, they feel they are destined to rule all greenskins and set off a huge waaagh, but what is the reality, only the battle can judge.

The iron-toothed metal jaw made a clicking sound, the huge body dragged the pliers forward, and One Eye just dropped a smoke bomb just after going out.

There were boos at the moment, no doubt the boys were disappointed and Iron Tooth looked around as white smoke filled the arena.

"That's it? Stupid guy? Useless blood axe, nothing compared to Goff, that's why your clan is dead, haha!"

One-eyed angry?He is mad!But he still huddled behind the metal barrel, and only crossed the cover when Boss Goff looked away sideways. He was calm, intelligent, and quiet, deadly.

Iron Tooth quickly realized this, and he began to wave his giant pincers unreasonably, smashing iron blocks, concrete, and orc bunkers that you can imagine, flying out of the arena with great force.

Some fell in the auditorium, and many boys were smashed to death. There was also a fart who wanted to make money holding up forest mushrooms he had picked to sell to the orc boy, but was smashed into a ball of mushroom mud. His goods It was also plundered by the orcs next to it.

"Waagh! You kid can only hide and hide? I! Bi! You! Vigorous! waaaaagh!"

The iron teeth smashed the bunkers again and again without any fatigue, and the flying things turned into raindrops composed of metal and stones and fell on the auditorium, and the boys turned into mushroom mud and stuck to the arena floor.

It's crazy, they are still cheering, thinking that such a performance is really good!
When Iron Tooth cleared most of the bunkers in the arena, he was panting and tired, but there was only a circle of wheels left, and there was no doubt that he was hiding in it, haha.

"I caught it!"

He swung the power tongs, grabbed the cover, and the huge force clamped the damn wheel into a crooked thing in an instant. There was no doubt about the iron teeth. He felt that he had won, but found that the last cover hadn't flowed out of the mushroom juice…

"What?" He was about to speak, but suddenly a gust of green wind brushed his cheeks, One Eye came from behind him, took the Catachan blade from his waist, and cut his thick throat, blood flowed out continuously, and then Soon the orc's powerful muscles and body healed, leaving an ugly mark.

Iron Teeth's voice was very unpleasant at the moment, and the originally rough throat was now even hoarse.

"Kah... Gulu... Blood Ax bastard! Where are you?" He snorted from the blood in his throat.

One Eye wiped the blade. "I'm behind you, big guy, the best cover is you, big enough guy!"

Undoubtedly, this kind of cunning once again brought the atmosphere of the arena to the highest level, and the orcs shouted happily again and again, like the waves of the sea...

(End of this chapter)