Chapter 982： The awakening of the ghost

Soon, the fragments of discussions converged into a chaotic wave, which escalated from the wave to a violent ocean.

Everyone, even those who had supported other trump cards in the past, those who had just lost a lot of money on Ice Storm, and the wild boars who were not part of the Ironhide family, jumped up from their seats.

They rounded their arms and exhausted their strength to cheer and applaud.

That's right, the ice storm is crazy.

But isn't this exactly what the audience would like to see?

No matter who the opponent is, they are like crazy, regardless of the consequences, unstoppable rolling over, tearing the opponent into pieces, wringing into mash, and burning to ashes.

This is the real gladiatorial fight!

The audience is tired of games that have become more and more mediocre these days.

If every gladiator must rely on the judge to determine the victory, instead of blood and death as in the past, why should they run all the way here, squeeze in cramped seats, and watch the children pass by. Every family's trick?

The hearts of most gladiators have already flown to the battle of the five races and the battle of glory.

Only Ice Storm still maintains the most traditional and purest character of a gladiator!

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

For a time, the name of the Snow Leopard warrior once again exploded from the depths of the throats of tens of thousands of spectators at the same time, shocking the audience and resounding across the sky.

Amid the passionate applause, the banner of victory finally rose.

The heavily armed Kassavar flew to the stage in despair and dragged the hippo warrior who had been unconscious in time, so as not to be snatched by the snow leopard warrior of more fragments of the totem armor.

"Ice Storm, you are crazy!"

Seeing Ice Storm’s two huge claw blades almost dragging to the ground, as well as vents with strong killing intent spewing out of his arms, Kassavar was frightened and angry, staring at her as if he didn’t recognize Ice Storm." Do you know what you are doing?"

"know."

Under the silver mask, there was a cold laugh of the Snow Leopard female warrior, "I am exercising the right of a victor, and seizing more powerful strength and more glorious glory."

"You are asking for trouble, or even asking for a dead end!"

Kasavar gritted his teeth and said, "It wasn't enough to provoke the Ironhide family last time. Do you want all the hippo warriors to treat you as an endless enemy?

"How many times have you said, if you desire power, then accept my blood and join the bloodhoof family, no matter how many resources or combat skills you want, including using fragments of ancient battle armor to upgrade your'Mythril' I can give it to you, and I can also ask the witch doctors and priests in the family to help you deeply integrate with the totem, and use the safest and safest way to become stronger!

"But you shouldn't make your own claim like this!

"Swallowing two pieces of such a large totem battle armor in a row, your'Mythril Ripper' will definitely deform into a terrifying monster, it will eat away your flesh and blood and even your soul, turning you into an'origin warrior'.

"Even if you are lucky not to die, you have offended so many people, I want to help you, but I don't know how to do it!"

Ice Storm looked at Kassavar.

A faint sigh came from under the silver mask.

It seems to be confused-in the past two years, what on earth have I been afraid of? Why do I feel almost suffocating and uneasy when I see such a guy, so that he is playing it between the palms of his arms?

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Kassavar, but there is one thing, I think you are making a mistake."

Bing Feng said coldly, "I do long for power, but I want to seize it with my own minions and swords in the way of the Turan, rather than relying on anyone's gift.

"Yes, in the past two years in the Bloodskull Arena, I have received a lot of help from you, including you using the bloodhoof family's armor fragments to help me upgrade the'Ripper' to the'Mythril Ripper'.

"However, I also used my impressive record to win a large number of spectators and benefits for the Blood Skull Arena, and I am worthy of anything I get from you.

"We are only in cooperation with each other. I really don't know how you start with the so-called'self-assertion'.

"As long as I have not accepted your blood, I am free.

"As long as I'm ready to pay all costs, I can go anywhere and do whatever I want, right?"

Casava squinted.

He heard the overtones of the ice storm.

I couldn't believe my ears.

On the bull-headed helmet of the totem battle armor "Lava Fury", two bull eyes suddenly widened, oozing red ruby-like blood.

Even the huge bull heads decorated on the shoulder guards on both sides turned at the same time.

The three bull heads stared at the ice storm together.

"Do you want to go?"

Kasavar paused, "Do you want to leave the Blood Skull Arena?"

The ice storm suffocated his breath.

But my feet were firmly fixed on the ground by frost, and he didn't even back a finger distance. He gritted his teeth and said, "Before the blood-giving ceremony, I had nothing to do with the Bloodhoof family. It's mine to walk or not to walk. free!"

Kasava's expression hidden under the bull's head mask suddenly became extremely deep.

"I understand."

The adjudicator of the Blood Skull Arena, put away all the shock and anger, and no longer entangled this topic.

He changed the conversation and asked coldly: "Ice Storm, a series of changes that have happened to you recently, is related to that guy with black hair and black eyes, right?"

The ice storm was shocked.

Although the body was frozen in time with frost.

The slight trembling at the tip of the claw blade still exposed her inner emotions.

Kasavar got the answer.

The smile of mastering the initiative again appeared on his face.

"Actually, it's not that hard to guess."

He explained slowly, "You are an outsider. You have no foundation in Pointe Noire, and you have lived in the Blood Skull Arena for a long time. It is impossible to get help from other forces outside of the Bloodhoof family.

"Then, recently happened to you and your team... a series of incredible changes can only be due to a certain rat militia.

"Most of your servants are recruits who have just been recruited from the backcountry. From appearance to performance, they are very in line with the characteristics of the rat people. They are unremarkable and not worth mentioning.

"Only this guy with black hair and black eyes has suffered such a serious injury. Not only is he not dead, he can crawl out of the dungeon and climb all the way to the most sacred and dazzling arena of the Blood Skull Arena. The Queen's most trusted person around.

"I don't think that the ice storm, which has always been cold and frosty, and that no one should enter it, will suddenly be interested in an ugly monster with black hair and black eyes.

"Tell me who he is!"

"He is my servant. I am a freedom gladiator. He also proved himself with two consecutive victories. He is qualified to enjoy the rights that a Turan warrior deserves!"

Ice Storm raised his voice, "Master Kassafa, listen to the cheers of the audience around you. Wouldn't you choose this time to attack a servant of Lien Chan's Liberty Gladiator?"

The corners of Kasavar's eyes twitched slightly.

His eyes were really like his name, condensed into two bloodthirsty battle axes.

But some spectators around have vaguely noticed the subtle atmosphere between the arbiter and the trump card.

I found that they seemed to be talking more than just about the outcome of this battle.

Kasavar looked around.

Facing the cheers of the mountain whistling and tsunami, he took a deep breath and took the initiative to take a step back.

"Of course, you and your warriors are the pride of the Blood Skull Arena. How can I be willing to tear up my'ace' by myself?"

Kasavar said, "I just want to remind you that the Ironhide family seems to have been planning some action recently, wanting to benefit from you and get back the Totem Armor.

"Well, now maybe the furious hippo warrior will be added.

"Promise me, you and your mysterious servant with black hair and black eyes, be careful not to be ruined by your own arrogance and recklessness, can you?"

"Don't worry, Master Kassavar."

Ice Storm said, "When our enemies are all broken into pieces and turned into rotten flesh and mud, we will definitely try to live and witness the true glory!"

"Master Ice Storm!"

Not far away, Ye Ye's panicked cry interrupted the conversation between the two of them, "It's not good, the reaper was injured too badly, it seems to be dying!"

…

Meng Chao suddenly opened his eyes deep in the big bronze medicine jar filled with secret medicine.

The honey-like liquid medicine around him became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye under the frenzied swallowing of his 36,000 pores.

The psychic energies contained in the secret medicine were all transferred to his body, turning into the brightest star in the eyes that were as deep as the night sky.

Perceiving every inch of damaged and withered spiritual veins being opened up.

The intricate network of psychic energy resembling a three-dimensional spider web re-shine among the internal organs.

Meng Chao grinned and smiled silently.

Although the hidden wounds lurking in the depths of the cells and the evil powers derived from "Mother Body 01" have not been completely removed.

Including "Ly Siya" turned into a jungle banshee, her skin is green, and her hair is red, she also appears in the nightmare every night, holding his thighs and clinging to him.

But he finally crawled out of the abyss of death step by step.

Once again possessed the ability to challenge the fate of destruction.

Moreover, the farther away from Dragon City, the stronger the inexplicable excitement.

In Dragon City, he played the role of a guardian, a strong and heavy shield, which could only passively defend against attacks by alien beasts.

Every time a fight of wits and courage, even if he wins, it will inevitably cause a large number of casualties, making him quite unwilling and unhappy.

It cannot be said that he does not like to be a guardian.

Meng Chao just felt that the "Guardian" was not all of him.

Not even his best role.

Except for a strong and heavy shield.

He should also be a thin, secretive, sharp and poisoned blade.

He should take the initiative.

Take the initiative to attack, to decide when, where, and how to pierce the poisonous blade into the most deadly key of the target.

This is the real Meng Chao.

A ghost assassin who walks through the flames of the doomsday for the rest of his life.