Witch Forest Friends Club

"Boss Gambino, didn't you say you were going to take an oath to go to war?"

Crazy William was the first to ask sharply. He looked around at the Gaut barbarians who were watching. This group of muscular monsters who were drinking and playing with them yesterday now had bloodthirsty and cruel mockery and wild laughter on their faces.

"What's going on here?" More mercenaries began to feel restless.

The old wolf just stood on the stand, looking down coldly at the hyenas he brought and abandoned.

"Warriors, our holy place has been silent for too long."

The great wizard Gelu finally moved at this moment, and he vigorously shook the bone piece wind chime on the wizard's staff.

"Fighting spirit and fighting spirit need blood to awaken."

"Now I announce that the battle for the blood feast begins!"

On the stands, the Gott warrior with the thunder hammer in his hand mustered the strength and vigor of his muscular muscles and began to beat the war drum.

Like a bone hammer swayed by a storm, it rubbed against the old beast skin that was made into a big drum, making the heavy sound of wind and thunder.

This drumbeat passed down from the ancient battlefield has inspired generations of Gort people to go to the cruelest hunting ground—the firm will to exchange war for more living space, vow to fight against powerful enemies until death, they regard it as glory!

"Soldiers who came from afar."

"You have only one enemy."

The bone staff, which seemed to be integrated with the great wizard's arm, suddenly pointed directly at the center of the field.

An afterimage of a ferocious beast that was running like thunder and lightning flashed past him in the blink of an eye. Amidst the thunderous sound of the surging crowd in the stands, it jumped to the bottom of the arena with a bang, kicking up billows of smoke and dust.

"The mightiest warrior of the Gotts—"

The cheers at that moment still overwhelmed the drums!

"'Ghost of Thunder and Thunder' Goliath!"

The mercenaries broke out in an uproar, like a group of hyenas who were frightened and dispersed from the carrion. They looked around the stands in vigilance and panic, raising their weapons and cheering like thunder.

Compared with the carnival of wine and meat to fill the stomach, the soul of the son of the wilderness is more excited to witness the bloody battle to comfort the gods!

"Gambino, you betrayed us!"

"Damn it, who wants to fight these savages!"

"Old bastard! Why hasn't stone rot killed your head yet!"

"Grey Wolf, please spare us!"

The begging and cursing flew towards the stands, but they were like insignificant waves, drowned by the thunderous waves raised by the Gotts.

Behind the mercenary array, there were clever guys trying to escape, but they were shocked to find that the passage gate at the entrance of the arena had already been lowered.

Gambino's gray wolf guards blocked the locked door, drew their swords and halberds, and drove back the mercenaries rushing to the door. Bloody holes were drilled out of the blade.

In the black eye sockets of the great wizard Gelug who ruled the blood fight, the fire of the soul burned more and more fiercely.

He looked at the sacrifices waiting to be slaughtered below, the passion of longing for revenge, and the bleak regret of the loss of the clan's grandeur, mixed together and became the most anxious fuel in the world, igniting the flame in the copper furnace in front of him.

But in this time-limited soul, trying to burn itself dry for the glory of the ancestors.

Driven by the impulse of anger and despair, some mercenaries threw spears at him on the altar.

Then the spear that flew out stagnated in front of the barrier of the invisible witch spell, and then shot back retrogradely like lightning. The tail of the spear shaft pierced into the chest protected by thick leather armor and chain armor, nailing the original owner to the ground firmly. superior.

The great wizard stretched out his hand far away, and a guy who was trying to climb up to the stands was instantly grabbed into the air by invisible brute force, and then his body was torn apart under the violent struggle like a poor little chicken that fell into the claws of an eagle.

The head that was pulled out from the air, together with a bloody spine, flew into the great wizard's skinny palm like a bird's claw, and was crushed into a thick blood mist. inside the stick.

"A coward trying to escape is not qualified to live."

The old wizard intimidated the audience with bloody methods, and the mercenaries below fell silent for a while, and the psychological defense line seemed to be completely overwhelmed by the barbarian's violent martial arts.

"Do you have any comments?"

Most of the outsiders in the stands—the gray wolf guards remained silent, like a piece of reef melting into the sound waves of the boiling sky, only the little witches seemed out of place.

They are like a group of quails strayed into a herd of wild beasts, they can only feel the deep terror and malice surrounding them, the frantic fighting spirit that suffocates the body and mind and the murderous intent that brings pain to the skin come from all directions.

"Why do they want a blood sacrifice?" Jiana held her starstone crystal ball tightly with both hands, as if she could only get rid of her uneasiness by devoting her mind to divination, "I have an extremely ominous premonition."

"I should have known it earlier." Adele covered her head tightly and shrunk. "The Gotts are so barbaric. The books say they bathe in blood."

"Don't be intimidated, take a good look." Bounty is probably one of the few outliers among the pilgrims. The enthusiasm of this little bobcat is completely devoted to watching the grand fight that is about to unfold. "This is a rare and cruel experience. , remember how they swung their swords to survive."

Anjaye noticed that Fanna was also at a loss in this bloody accident, and the Lenghu army around her, led by Knight Earnshaw, was firmly guarding her.

Elsa cast her cold and cautious gaze on the savage challenger in the arena. For her, a prey that needs to be blacklisted and guarded against appeared.

Goliath looked around the stands and raised her hands, responding to her supporters with high-spirited gazes. Her gaze was fixed on Anjaye's face for a while, as if expecting the affirmation from the cold expression of the wizard she identified— —

An Jiaye didn't let her down either. Although she just nodded slightly, she looked back with satisfaction and faced the timid mercenaries in front of her with thunderous aura.

"Everyone came here in the mist. Either they died in battle with honor, or they were trampled to death like ants. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

The female war ghost showed her thick fangs with a smirk.

"You should be proud to die in the mountains of Rexxar where countless warriors rest."

She pulled out the heavy axe on her back, and just swung it arrogantly, the ax blade surged with thunder and wind, and crashed into the ground with a rumble.

"This ax is called 'Doganlei Flashtooth Bite'—it is the legendary warrior in our tribe, the best friend of the first Thunder King——'Dogonlei's dragon-hunting axe."

"You are not worthy to die by my axe."

Gloria stood the battle ax on the ground, freed her hands, and announced ferociously.

"So I come with you empty-handed!"

"Defeat me, and you will gain glory and the treasures of the Gotts."

The hyenas in the front row were instantly forced back by her momentum.

"Don't you dare?" This ferocious beast is like the king who dominates the arena, spitting contemptuously at the dogs everywhere, "You are afraid of a woman with bare hands!"

"It's too big." Jiana sweated a little because of Goliath's method of stimulating the enemy, and even the crystal ball almost slipped from her hand, "There are hundreds of people here."

"Sister Gloria is so brave." Bounty was panting heavily, and the little bobcat's eyes were beating like his heart, "Is this the battle of the warriors of Gott? If I can be so strong."

Only Anjaye understood that Goliath's mocking behavior was because she really thought she could kill these four hundred scum with bare hands.

There will definitely be rivers of blood in the arena today.

"Did you give us to the Gotts as a gift?" Crazy William still insisted on asking the stands, "Gambino, answer me! Why!"

The old wolf still didn't respond, as if he saw corpses that couldn't speak.

"Gro, let's work together." William moved closer to the badger, sticking out his fat tongue, licking his mouth that was dry due to nervousness, "find a way to kill it."

The badger didn't respond, just took out a bone whistle from his bosom.

He then tore off his coat, exposing the horrific scene, so that the mercenaries around him all backed away in fright——Anjaye frowned and found that he was actually wearing a close-fitting leather jacket covered with distorted human faces, which were all skinned. Sewn out of human skin and intestines, every face seems to have the expression of despair from the last moment of life.

The badger blew its bone whistle violently, the sharp whistle sounded like sharp claws piercing the brain, causing the surrounding mercenaries to cover their ears in pain.

And from Gero's human leather jacket, many black undead spirits suddenly emerged, their blurred and protruding faces were full of hatred that cursed the spirit of flesh and blood, and they got into the bodies of nearby mercenaries who had no time to escape. .

"The rumors that Gru peeled off human skin and used evil methods to raise evil spirits are true." Ronan, who was sitting near Anjaye, couldn't help but look disgusted, "No wonder his troops are chickens every time they fight. Dogs don't stay."

Many undead even rushed towards the auditorium, but were easily blown away by the dark wind from the mouth of the great wizard.

"Gambino, I'll be waiting for you in hell!" Badger roared sharply, and blew his bone whistle again, a large number of evil spirits crazily poured into his body. As pale as the eyes of a dead fish, especially the bloated, strong and deformed right arm that made him famous, it doubled into a sharp claw that surpassed the arm of a violent bear again, with hard black hair protruding, and the nails grew like crazy. sharp edge.

He raised his arms and sharp claws high, and the steel claws and nails collided with dazzling sparks on his head, and then he burst into a roar of a trapped beast.

The hundreds of hyenas possessed by evil spirits, driven by the roar that stimulated the soul of hatred, all turned red-eyed in an instant, forgot the pain and fear, raised all kinds of weapons and fell into a rage.

Rush towards the only enemy ahead!

PS: Elsa's crisis is temporarily gone, and the legend of the Flower of Flashing Teeth is unfolded by Hundred People.The great wizard Gauteng bet on all the deals, and the old wolf will eventually lead the storm to the entire peninsula. The girls will witness the bloody storm caused by the unparalleled hunks of this era, and this is just the beginning of the wave.

(Encountered an inexplicable problem, changed the orange part, sorry, please read the article carefully)

PS: The following is pybentangerine, the old author of "Maids Don't Die in Life Replacement Game"

Resurrection, become Sakuya Izayoi.

About to be eaten by Papa Dior!

Fortunately, we have a system that replaces other people's lives.

Change the fate of others, and you can control your own destiny!

Replace Akami Homura and change the fate of Akami Homura being unable to save Madoka.

Replace Matou Sakura and change Matou Sakura's rough fate.

Changing again and again, Sakuya became stronger and stronger.

Then, who intends to disturb his peaceful life this time?

Chapter 57 Goliath and the King's Blood Sacrifice

Other creatures, and my mushrooms, are never high or low on the altar of sacrifice. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

A loud and clear cry pierced through the sound waves like waves, and turned into the echo of thunder in the sea of ​​clouds, faintly piercing into the girl's ears.

An Jiaye held down the peaked hat that was about to be blown away by the cheering sound, and looked up at the sky. The figures of several goshawks circling in the misty clouds were reflected in her vision that merged with the sky.

It was the eagle she had seen yesterday over the great wizard's camp.

The history of these eagles and the Gorts is too long—since the barbarian tribes gathered in the mountains, these proud sky hunters have been using their eyes to help their soul-linked allies on the ground to guard the Rexxar Mountains sanctuary.

They are responding to the great wizard's call at this moment, to defend the sanctity of this blood fight—so all the vultures and crows who gathered smelling the smell of blood did not dare to approach the arena below. Below the bird's-eye view, a one-to-one-hundred battle is accompanied by carnival and the attack of drums, stepping into a bloody climax.

The afterimage of Gloria passing by like a storm is like a prehistoric monster breaking into the chaotic group of mad dogs. Wherever the afterimage passes, all the dogs blocking the way are knocked into the sky.

Even if she is in a hot-blooded battlefield, her face is still as cold as the sight of a hunter holding a bow and aiming at it. Every move is like a lion fighting a rabbit, looking for the fatal flaw of every weak prey.

Five slender fingers as hard as steel pressed against the face of a mercenary charging forward with a sword. The speed was so fast that before he could figure out how to swing the sword, he was caught in the face by the fingertips that could tear apart iron.An unstoppable force like a battering ram shattered his sophisticated charging posture.

In the next moment, the mercenary's head was pressed to the ground by the violent female dragon, and a big crack was smashed out.

While the gravel and brains were splashing, Gloria casually grabbed the great sword that the mercenary had let go, and swept towards the few mercenaries who were slashing at her.

The blade pierced through the arc of the human body, and in the frenzied airflow and splashing of flesh and blood, it rumbled into a thunderbolt.

Even with weapons and skeletons, the upper body of several mercenaries was smashed by Goliath's thunderous sword, and the blood rain mixed with the fragments of internal organs was scattered. Just as weak.

Slashing so hard that the iron sword in the female warrior's hand cracked and broke.

Goliath flew out a broken sword and inserted it into the throat of a strong man, then sideways to avoid the back and forth pincers of several spears, clamped the barrel of the guns under her armpits, abruptly lifted the guns up, and casually picked up several bull-like bulls. Han flew away.She held the gun stick tightly and smashed it with thorns, and soon set off red flowers of flesh and blood watered by human blood among the irrational hyena group.

Whether it's a mad dog controlled by a wraith, or a remnant soldier who was driven mad by murderous aura and collapsed.

The timid, the brave, the cruel, the cold-blooded - all treated equally and turned into Goliath's wronged souls.

In this cage of deathmatch, where the life that boasted fighting spirit and violence was squeezed into dross.

Gloria is a well-deserved leading role, and wherever she goes, the killing tornado will sweep away wherever she goes.

The death of their companions can only intensify the desperate resistance of the mercenaries. The brains and eyes of most hyenas have been eroded by the power of the necromancer, turning them into breeding grounds for seedlings of resentment.The human-shaped empty shells full of hatred for living beings rushed towards the center of the bloody storm like moths to the flame.

However, whether it is the berserk body or the skills honed in the previous battles in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they are all just children's tricks in front of their only enemy.

The insidious ballistics of dark crossbows, throwing knives and muskets cannot be aimed at Gloria's figure.

The traps laid by kerosene bombs and witchcraft could not catch up with Goliath and turned into Rufeng's offensive.

The self-reliant fighting spirit and the art of combined combat with soldiers and strikes are rotten wood that can collapse at the touch of Thunder Fury.

A human wall made up of flesh and blood is not even qualified to be a stumbling block.

In the chaotic battle situation, the more organized a counterattack team is, the easier it is for Goliath to take care of her.

She is a cunning and powerful ultimate predator trained by the old wolf himself, and she is by no means a violent and aggressive madman who only relies on blood and courage.

If the sword is broken, grab another one.

There is not so much attention on the battlefield, and the weapons that have been seized from the enemy can be used at any time.

As long as it is a weapon, it is a sharp weapon for killing in her hands, and she herself is the incarnation of a murder weapon that kills without blinking an eye.

The efficient and ruthless execution and massacre seemed to announce the inner fluctuations of the female warrior.

Come on, all die like a warrior in the challenge.

We live in this world involuntarily, but we can decide our own way of death—whether we stand and swing a sword, or kneel and beg for mercy. Only when we face the harsh death can we distinguish the real strong!