Doomsday Totem

Chapter 638
Looking up, there is a large open space on the high place opposite the Colosseum. On the periphery are rows of purple-eyed demon royal knights wearing silver armor and holding sharp swords. In the middle are five tall red leather cushions. back chair.

A giant Elta man wearing a golden crown, a golden armor, and a red ribbon hanging diagonally, who is more than five meters tall by visual estimation, is sitting in the middle.Even if you are far away, you can feel the power emanating from him.According to Su Yu's introduction, he is the current king of the Purple Eyed Demon Clan, Ofelot VI.

In the binoculars brought by Gangze, on the king's right is the relatively small queen, a dignified and wise middle-aged Elta woman.Below her was an Elta girl with a graceful figure, wearing a light white gauze and a golden armband on her arm.Even though it was so far away and couldn't see very clearly, it was still possible to tell from the blurred outline that it was a beautiful beauty.

On the left side of the king were two well-proportioned and well-dressed young Eltas.Their skin is lavender, which is the symbol of the royal family of the Elta.Before I had time to take a closer look, someone next to me started shouting and cursing again.

"He's just a Havelin slave, what qualifications does he have..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Iron Slag returned the telescope plug to Gangze.

"Ugh..."

After a while, with a long horn, the first game began.The beast traps at both ends of the arena slowly rose, and two Elta gladiators in leather armor, holding round shields and spears, and machetes hanging from their waists ran out.

"Ruta!" "Aruta!"

In an instant, the audience erupted, and many Elta people stood up, beating their chests, and roaring loudly.Tie Slag took the opportunity to snatch the juice from Su Yu's hand, and took a big gulp to moisten his throat.

On the red soil, the two gladiators first raised their spears and shields, roared at the audience in the arena, and then confronted each other with a distance of more than ten meters.Alta people are usually impatient, just as Tie Slag expected, after less than ten seconds of silence, the two started fighting.

I saw blue light blooming on the gladiator on the right, he grabbed the spear back, a thunder pattern appeared on the pole, and with a loud shout, he threw it at the opponent.

The streamer flew past the red land, bringing up a lot of plaster in an instant.The gladiator on the left was already prepared, he rolled over and easily avoided Thunder Spear.The Thunder Spear continued unabated, and flew straight into the auditorium behind. With a "boom", several spectators were blown away.

"Sara!" "Saraximu!"

The audience roared angrily, pointing at the gladiator on the right and cursing, all kinds of rotten tomatoes and rotten apples slammed at him.

The gladiator who accidentally injured the audience didn't feel guilty, but raised his middle finger towards the audience, which attracted even more scolding.

Taking advantage of this gap, the gladiator on the left raised his spear, concentrated his energy, and delivered a fatal blow.

"puff!"

The gladiator, who was scolding the audience, trembled, and a blue spear shot out of his chest, and then with a "boom", blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Sarah!" "Sarah!" "Sarah!" "Sarah!" "Sarah!" "Sarah!" "Sarah!"

In an instant, there was an overwhelming sound of shouting and cursing, and the audience gave thumbs up to the gladiators in the arena.

"Despicable and disgraceful (Erta)!" "Cut off his head (Erta)!" "He is Havrin in warrior skin, hang him (Erta)!" Al What the tower people look down on most is the sneak attack. The more they curse, the more excited they become. Someone is about to rush into the arena.

"Sarah!"

At this moment, an incomparably majestic roar resounded through the Colosseum, instantly covering all voices.

I saw Ofelot VI on the high platform stood up, swung his red cloak, and pointed at the gladiators in the arena.

The two strong men jumped into the air immediately, turned into meteors, rushed straight into the arena, and then escorted the desperately struggling gladiators from left to right, flew into the air, and chopped off their heads.

"Aruta!" "Aruta!" "Aruta!" "Aruta!" "Aruta!" "Aruta!"

The blood mist flew down all over the sky, and the audience became excited and gave out warm and orderly cheers.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tie Slag couldn't help but think that no matter how cruel the worms are, they seem to be inferior to the demons.

"Ugh..."

A trombone sounded, announcing the end of the first match.

During the interval between the second round, Su Yu told Tie Slag about the life experience of the Fire Hammer.

In fact, Firecasting Hammer also has royal blood and is the 640th son of Oferot VI.Strictly speaking, he is the 640 first prince of the Purple Eyed Demon Clan.But because he inherited the skin color and bronze color of his commoner mother, Ofelot VI didn't treat him very much, and didn't even take a look at him.If it wasn't for the record in the genealogy, maybe he didn't know the existence of this son at all.

Ofelot VI is most passionate about sexual intercourse. Almost every night he visits the harem. With over a thousand heirs, it is normal to forget.

As a prince, Casting Fire Hammer doesn't have much privileges due to the weak mother clan.Relying on his own ability, he opened up a piece of land in the No. [-] desert and led the mother clan to develop there.Now, the great chief was arrested, and the neighboring tribes came to annex them, and the clansmen died and scattered, and there were not many people left.

"Ugh..."

The horn sounded again, and the second game began.

This time it was seven against seven, and the fight was extremely fierce as soon as they met.They didn't draw totems on their bodies, they relied on blood and blood fighting.Spears, knives, fists, and teeth are all weapons, and blood is splashed everywhere, mixed with mud and rolling on the ground.

When the horn of the end sounded, there were only two bloody people left in the field, supporting each other.

In the third game, one hundred and five against one hundred and five.

The iron fences at both ends opened, and the gladiators from both sides ran out.

"Chief, the chief is out!" Gangze stood up and shouted.

Among the crowd, a gladiator who lowered his head and ran at the front was particularly conspicuous. He was the Fire-Forging Hammer.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Iron Slag tore off the rag robe on his body, revealing the black tarpaulin military uniform inside, spread his membrane wings, and flew into the air with a "buzz".

For a moment, the audience in the arena showed doubts, and pointed at the Havlin bug who flew into the arena.

In a blink of an eye, Iron Slag flew to the center of the Colosseum, and said loudly to the king in front:
"Honored King of the Emerald Kingdom, Lord of Bruntru, Great Chief on the Red Earth Prairie."

"I am a mercenary warrior from the world of Silver City, and I used to be the commander of Tyre Fortress."

"I came here today to prove to you that my friend, Chief Cast Firehammer, did not betray the interests of your Zitong clan."

"He..." Iron Slag pointed to the fire-casting hammer below, "he is innocent!"

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar.

"Dirty Haverin (Erta)!" "Dirty Haverin (Erta)!" Alta)!"

The Fire-Forging Hammer in the arena raised his head, his gray eyes glowed with brilliance again.

He actually came!

Unknowingly, the figure in the sky became blurred...

"Hahaha!" The fire hammer suddenly laughed loudly, pointed at the iron slag in the sky, and shouted to his companions, "He is my friend! He is my brother!"

However, more, louder waves drowned him out.

"Traitors (Elta)!" "Cowards (Elta) who conspire with alien races!" "Cunning liars (Elta)!" "Hang them (Elta)!" Drop their heads (Erta)!"

Ofelot VI stood up, raised his hand to signal, and the audience immediately fell silent.

"Havlin outsider, your testimony is not enough to clarify the crimes of the traitors (Alta)."

"But (in Elta)..."

"For your alien friends, you dare to come here and stand before me (Erta)."

"I've decided to give you and your friends a chance (Erta)."

He raised his hands and shouted: "Duel of Champions (Elta)!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted.

"Duel of Champions (Elta)!" "Duel of Champions (Elta)!" "Duel of Champions (Elta)!"

As the sound sounded, the gladiators below all retreated to the passage.A strong man in the sanctuary flew to Tie Slag and translated to him what the king said.Probably, as long as he and Fire Hammer can join forces to defeat the champion of the upper world, they will be free.

Iron Slag retracted her membrane wings, descended, and stood beside the Fire-Forging Hammer.

"Thank you, my brother." The Fire Hammer opened his arms and hugged the iron slag forcefully.

"I owe you this." Tie Slag said calmly.

"No, you never owed me anything, you have already paid it back with your vehicle and fuel." The fire-casting hammer clenched his fist and put it on his chest, solemnly said, "Now, I owe you."

"It doesn't really matter who owes whom." Tie Slag said, "The important thing is, is the champion of the upper world really good?"

"This..." The fire-casting hammer scratched its head and said with a wry smile, "I reckon we will die here."

"bang bang bang..."

The iron fence facing the beasts slowly rose, and a huge figure appeared in the pupils of the two.

More than six meters tall, with extremely solid muscles and a thick iron pillar on his shoulders, the ground seems to tremble with every step he takes.If it's just that, it's not terrible.What's even more frightening is that his eyes glowed with azure blue light, which was the manifestation of overflowing spiritual energy.

Iron Slag silently pulled out the rune straight machete on his back, and a layer of light blue light gradually emerged from the edge of the blade.The fire hammer held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, standing in front of the iron slag.

The giant "Sara" opened his mouth wide, and let out a low and hoarse voice from his throat.

The iron slag and the casting fire hammer moved to the right at the same time, separated by about twenty meters, and began to circle.

I saw the giant man walking towards the center of the field step by step, leaving deep footprints on the dry and hard ground.

"It's shameless to use a sanctuary to deal with us." The fire-casting hammer cursed.

"Do your best, die without regret." Tie Slag said in a deep voice.Facing an opponent of this level, he is not sure of victory, as long as he does his best, it is enough.

During the confrontation, the giant man suddenly roared, got up suddenly, and rushed towards the two of them.His figure was huge, but his speed was as fast as lightning, and the soil under his feet was deeply sunken like tofu.

The fire-casting hammer roared loudly, raised its shield, and went straight up to meet it.There are only warriors who die in battle, not warriors who fear.

Iron Slag held the knife in both hands and followed closely behind.The distance of more than ten meters was approaching in an instant, and the giant man swung the iron pillar and swept over.The column body carries a huge wind pressure and is so fierce that it can't help but make people feel afraid. Once it is swept away, I'm afraid it will be terrified.

"Get out of the way!" The fire-casting hammer clenched its teeth, and was about to push it up, but it heard Iron Slag shouting, and hurriedly fell to the side.The huge iron rod whizzed past the back of his head, blowing the braid of the fire hammer flying wildly.

At the same time, Iron Slag jumped up, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed at the giant man's head.

The giant man had just finished sweeping, and the iron pillar was still on the ground, when he saw iron slag falling from the sky, but he just turned his head sideways, clung to the iron pillar regardless, and was about to launch a second attack.

"puff!"

The shimmering blade cut into the flesh and blood, and a bloody arrow soared.But at this moment, a gust of wind hit from the side!

Tie Slag quickly kicked the giant man's chest and jumped back.But before he landed, he felt a huge force hit his chest, and he was shocked all over, and shot backward like a cannonball.

In the next second, the fire-casting hammer that had just got up was about to rush over, and the iron pillar swept in front of him, and he had no choice but to hold up his shield to resist.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two figures crashed into the auditorium one after another, and a group of strong men turned on their backs, shouting and cursing.

Iron Slag struggled to get up, and with a "pop", he spat out a mouthful of blood.Not far from him, the Fire-Forging Hammer also got up, his left arm was bleeding profusely, and the shield was nowhere to be seen.

The giant man in the arena gave them a hard meal, smashed the iron pillar to the ground, and smiled contemptuously at them.

The two returned to the field panting, both with some injuries.

"There is only one chance." The Fire-Forging Hammer whispered.

"Okay." Tie Slag nodded.

In fact, the meaning of the Fire-Forging Hammer is very simple, that is, he and the other party fought hard, and Iron Slag took advantage of the moment of stalemate between the two to launch a fatal blow.But the price of this is that the fire hammer is likely to die.

"Sarah!" The fire-casting hammer roared, and slammed into the giant man like a bamboo.

The iron slag circled the arc and galloped at extreme speed.

Seemingly seeing the plan of the two, the giant man picked up the iron pillar and retreated backwards.

Firecasting Hammer and Iron Slag stopped at the same time, not daring to chase after them.The fire-casting hammer tossed the spear in his hand and held it backwards, and blue lines quickly appeared on the spear body.

"Create opportunities for me," said the Fire-Forging Hammer.

Tie Slag nodded, and rushed towards the giant man.Seeing this, the giant man took big strides and rushed towards the iron slag.

With a loud shout, the Fire-Forging Hammer hurled his Thunder Spear at the giant.The giant man immediately dodged sideways, the thunder spear slashed across his chest, pierced the ground a few meters away, and exploded.

In an instant, sand and soil flew across the sky, and the dust filled the air. The giant man was sprayed with dust on his face, and he quickly backed up.

But at this moment, a figure rushed forward and stabbed his right chest with a knife, but due to insufficient strength, the blade pierced through the muscle and was stuck on the ribs.

"Wow!" The giant man grabbed the attacker, then raised the iron pillar and threw it on top of his head.

Tie Slag struggled desperately, suddenly the sky was dark, and his brain was about to be smashed, a figure rushed in front of him, crossed his hands, and blocked it.

"Crack!" The piercing sound of bone cracking sounded above his head.

Iron Slag broke free violently, pulled out the machete, stabbed upwards, and stabbed into the giant man's abdomen!
The giant man swung his fist and hit him, but he didn't move at all, he firmly grasped the handle of the knife and pushed it in.

"Boom, boom, boom!" With three consecutive punches, Tie Slag was beaten until his body was deformed, but his hands were still tightly gripping the handle of the knife.

"Roar!" The giant roared crazily, his body erupted with a heavy aura, he threw away the iron pillar, swept away the fire-forging hammer with his fist, then grabbed the iron slag's arm with both hands, and pulled out the machete forcefully.Then he raised it above his head and slammed the iron slag to the ground.

For a while, the Colosseum became extremely quiet.The audience held their breath and stared intently at the venue.

When the smoke cleared, the two challengers fell to the ground, and the giant man stood on the spot.

"Ruta!" "Oh Ruta!"

The audience rose to their feet and cheered their victory.

I saw the giant man covering his abdomen with one hand, holding the iron pillar with the other, pointing to the Havrin mercenary on the ground, and said slowly: "Brave Havrin warrior, say your name, Champion Copper Furnace, don't kill Wuming!" generation."

Iron Slag spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled, grabbed the edge of the iron pillar, and got up.

"I... I am iron slag... Norses, who walks... on the vast land..." He panted violently, exhausted his last strength, and shouted, "Fire!"

The giant man froze for a moment, his expression becoming a little dull.He tilted his head, looked at the iron slag for a while, and then suddenly backed away.

"Sara!" "Saraximu!" ​​The audience shouted excitedly, giving thumbs up to the champion copper stove.

The giant man raised his head and roared: "Champion Furnace, don't kill your friends (in Elta)!"

"Kill the coward (Erta)!" "Traitor (Erta)!" "Chop off his head (Erta)!"

The audience was extremely excited and pointed their finger at the champion copper furnace.

At this time, the fire hammer got up staggeringly, looked at the iron slag in disbelief, and asked, "Are you Norses?"

"What's wrong?" Tie Slag looked bewildered.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The fire hammer laughed loudly, looking crazy, "Why didn't you say it earlier." Then he ignored him, facing the auditorium, and shouted loudly, "He's not Hafelin, he A guest from the sky and the earth, a visitor from heaven and earth, the firekeeper!"

"He's a visitor from heaven and earth, Firekeeper!" The Fire Hammer ran along the edge of the field, shouting upwards.

I don't know when it started, the entire Colosseum fell silent, only the voice of Casting Fire Hammer remained.

"He is a visitor from heaven and earth, the Fire Keeper!"

Ofelot VI on the high platform stood up, flew in front of Iron Slag, and looked at it carefully for a long time, as if he wanted to see some secret from his face.

"Friend, can you say your name again?" Ophelot VI asked gently.

"Iron Slag Norses, the Warsong Shaman of the Temple of Glory, the fire that walks in the vast land." Iron Slag said calmly and clearly after recovering from his breath.

Ofelot VI raised his head and closed his eyes.After a long time, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, faced the auditorium, and shouted loudly: "He is a visitor from heaven and earth, the Fire Keeper!"

"Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!" "Ruta!"

In an instant, the audience boiled to the extreme, and all the audience shouted desperately.The sound waves soared into the sky, shaking the sky.

Ofelot VI stretched out his broad arms, hugged Iron Slag's shoulders, flew into the sky, and said in his resonant voice: "Today, after 200 years..."

"The Firekeepers once again proved to us with their sincerity and passion..."

"They will always be our friends in Alta."

"Come on, for the harvest festival, and for our friends!"

The huge sound wave sounded again and spread far away.

Then, Tie Slag was brought to the high platform, and the beautiful princess immediately gave up her seat and helped him to sit down.

Flying from hell to heaven in one fell swoop, Tie Slag couldn't react, and looked dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)