Chapter 936： Totem battle

Chapter 936 The Battle of Totems

In addition, the arena is already full of corpses.

The corpse was again filled with dense shots.

It's like a simple rejection.

Limits the advantage of ice storm's agile figure, and the tactics of haunting ghosts.

Ice Storm tried several times to shake off the wildhammer and forcibly attack the spear phalanx of the Rat militia.

But although Wildhammer moves slowly, he stretches freely, his strong elephant trunk, and the bone tumor that contains a lot of metal, his speed is not slow at all.

When it was swung like a meteor hammer, the howling of ghosts and wolves seemed to come directly from behind the ears of an ice storm.

The ice storm rushed from left to right, trying to tear apart the dense phalanx of rat militiamen.

All were harassed by the wildhammer behind her, and the osteoma almost hit her waist and cervical vertebrae fiercely.

It was different from the hundreds of **** wounds she left on the opponent's body, but did not hurt the bones.

With her petite and exquisite figure, if she was hit by a wildhammer, she would have no chance to step off the arena.

As a result, Ice Storm could only use its claws to lift up a series of frozen wind blades, leaving deep bone wounds on the several rat militia soldiers at the outermost periphery of the dense array.

I had to retreat angrily.

Repeated this several times, the mouse people's phalanx continued to fight.

On Ice Storm's face, a wildhammer's mace scratched a **** wound.

Although the injury is not serious.

Looks quite embarrassed.

And her stamina was rapidly depleting, her face full of restlessness and irritation, no longer the calmness of suppressing Wildhammer as fast as lightning at first.

Even the audience can see her decline from her sluggish figure and disorderly footsteps.

Changed the name of the fanatical shouting from "Ice Storm" to "Wildhammer".

"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Go on, kill her, kill this female leopard!"

"What female leopard? She is just a white cat, a little white cat!"

"Come on, warrior of the Bloodhoof Clan, kill this kitten from the Golden Clan!"

Many spectators who smashed their entire wealth on Wildhammer were extremely excited. They yelled and harassed Ice Storm verbally.

There are also many spectators who spend a lot of money to bet that Ice Storm will win. They not only glared at the former, they even rushed to make a big fight. In every corner of the circular auditorium, they staged a game that is no less good than the arena play.

More viewers were addicted to gambling, and the live market opened, not only to bet on "Wildhammer or Ice Storm, who wins and who loses", but also on "Wildhammer and Ice Storm supporters, who is more powerful."

This is the normal operation of Turan gladiatorial, not only will not interfere with the normal progress of the gladiatorial, but will set off the atmosphere more and more hot.

Finally, after a spear studded with bone spurs, it passed through the cheek dangerously and dangerously, and wiped a small insignificant hole.

The ice storm that was so humiliated by the mere rat people finally broke the limit of patience!

"Roar!"

Inside the seemingly petite body, there was a howling furiously.

She opened her arms, and her sharp claws bounced to the limit, like an unsheathed war knife.

Bunches of bright silver lines emerged from under the snow-white hairs, as if they were alive, they quickly spread all over the body, forming a mysterious, complicated and beautiful pattern.

It is a cheetah carved from white jade, with tattoos like a mouth wide open.

In just a few blinks of an eye, this gorgeous tattoo is getting brighter and brighter. In the end, wherever the silver lines meet, there are a lot of metal-like substances that look like slime, from ice. Gushing out of the storm.

These metal-like substances continuously flowed, expanded, blended, wrapped, and agglomerated on her skin and hairs, creating a fierce and completely enclosed armor, covering all organs including eyes and claws. .

The ice storm at this moment is like a metal cheetah made of silver and standing up.

Unlike the most precise war machine made by Longcheng Civilization, this fully enclosed cheetah form battle armor does not see the slightest seams, gears and transmission system.

But it still spewed out a substantial flame, as if it could be provided to the host at any time, comparable to the explosive power of a rocket booster.

Click, click, click!

Click, click, click!

The ice storm equipped with the totem armor is ten times more powerful than it was a moment ago.

With her toes gently tapping the ground as the center, the ground with ten arms around the ground was frozen, and not only a thick layer of ice appeared, from the ice shell, a cone of canine teeth was also protruding.

The few rat militia soldiers who could not dodge were all pierced by the ice cones, their legs were frozen, and they screamed "Wow" in pain.

But he didn't dare to take the risk of tearing his legs, pulling it hard, only to be pitifully nailed in place.

"Mythril Ripper!"

"Ice Storm has summoned her totem—the Mithril Ripper!"

The audience's eyes lit up and cheered loudly.

Upon seeing the Wildhammer, the two maces slammed hard, and the muscles were also tightened. An astonishing roar came from the depths of the body. A pair of black tattoos emerged from the rough skin and folds.

The thick and colorful tattoos quickly bulged up high, bursting out like a cloud of black magma.

The bursting lava flows everywhere, forming a majestic black armor on the surface of his body.

The naked wildhammer was already like a moving mountain of meat.

The wildhammer with the top helmet and braided armour is more like an indestructible fortress.

The two high-turned fangs were covered by extremely viscous liquid metal material, and dozens of crotch thorns were added.

The originally fierce elephant trunk and bone tumor were completely covered by the totem armor, and they became stronger for several rounds, just like a demon's arm protruding from the mouth of the blood basin.

Especially, because of the huge body without friends, in the fierce battle, it will definitely accumulate a lot of heat.

In order to dissipate heat, from the back of the totem armor of the Wildhammer, two devices filled with holes, like exhaust pipes and siren, were erected in the sky.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

As the wildhammer's strange power soared, the two "exhaust pipes" both issued screams of tearing eardrums, spewing out a large amount of extremely high temperature steam.

The wildhammer surrounded by white steam is like a fusion of a giant mechanical elephant and a main battle tank!

"Exit, it appeared!"

"Wildhammer's totem—'locomotive'!"

"The blessings of the ancestor spirits from the wild elephant clan, the legendary ancient artifact'locomotive', is really powerful!"

Both aces have activated their respective totems.

The astonishing fighting intent turned into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, smashing the air fiercely, causing the burning air to scream in pain.

Not to mention the rat militia on the arena.

Even the Rat People's handyman who was in charge of beating the drums under the arena couldn't bear the shock waves bombarded by the stormy waves, and they scurryed with their heads.

The audience was screaming and fascinated.

But many viewers can't see the process of the confrontation between the two aces.

I only saw a flash of silver light, activating the ice storm of the "Mithril Ripper", and had already exchanged positions with the wildhammer with the "locomotive" installed.

The deafening roar, half a blink of an eye slower than the staggered figure of the two, exploded in the ears of the audience.

At the same time, the arena's hard as iron ground was also exploded.

Around the ice storm, seven shocking large holes appeared on the ground, like smoky craters.

These were all smashed heavily by the elephant trunk and mace, which had been strengthened and upgraded by the Wildhammer.

The nearest hole was only half a finger away from where she was standing.

However, the gladiator who staggered back was a wildhammer.

On his totem armor, from chest to waist, a huge ice mark burst open.

It was like someone froze his chest like a copper wall and iron wall into a large chunk of ice, destroying the molecular structure and even the atomic energy layer of the liquid metal with absolute zero. In the end, the ice was knocked apart and the huge ice crack was torn apart. same.

Wildhammer knelt on one knee and screamed in pain.

He clenched his iron fist, and blasted the crack in his breastplate like anger, blasting the frost to pieces.

The black armor around it turned into extremely viscous liquid metal again, slowly creeping over, repairing the breastplate as before.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The "exhaust pipe" behind it once again made the scream of bursting eardrums and the roar of war machinery, which made countless viewers excited and even confused.

"Locomotive! A powerful locomotive!"

"The locomotive! The invincible locomotive!"

"The locomotive! The ancient artifact locomotive!"

The audience from the Barbarian Elephant tribe all stood up, raised their arms and trunks, dancing and dancing, and together with the warriors of the tribe on the arena, praising the totems given to them by the ancestor spirits.

Among the main ethnic groups that make up the Bloodhoof Clan, the Man Elephant tribe has the least number of people compared to the Tauren, Centaur, and Boar.

But because their bodies are too large, even if they don't stand up, they will block the back-seat audience tightly.

Therefore, in every arena in Pointe Noire, a separate auditorium was set up for the spectators of the Barbarian Elephant tribe.

The voice of the Elephant Man was already loud and loud.

They also like to use their long noses to blow a horn made of hollowed out fangs to make a "woooooooo", which is said to simulate some "train whistle roaring" sound.

The noise of dozens of pretty elephants is comparable to the excitement of hundreds of tauren gathering together.

The cheering of the same clan has further stimulated the **** nature of Wildhammer.

He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, motioning to himself that he was unharmed, and the woman facing him erected a mace: "Come again!"

These two feet seem to have the effect of "war trampling", causing the gravel in the caves to splash.

The rubble that splashed into the air was captured by the Wildhammer's fighting spirit, and it was frozen in the air, trembling crazily, but it didn't fall.

The ice storm snorted coldly.

The mithril surging around his body, the canine-toothed cone of ice condensed again under his feet, converging into a crystal clear road of death, slowly extending towards the wildhammer.