Chapter 3492

So a scene hidden in the depth of the life sequence unfolds, and periner, our Mr. brinchoff, is taken to the Rhodes camp without knowing what he is.

"It's all caught today. We've also killed dozens of brothers. The running dogs of those sharp eared, horse faced guys are really powerful!"

As she passed a barracks, periner apparently heard two men standing there talking about their attack on gravich today.

"If it wasn't for Lord Wufu Haas's Dragon roar, we would not have been able to break through the other side's high wall. Shure is on the top, Gina's wind and Ismail's voice lead us to victory!"

Ismail? Interesting name. He clearly felt that the name had another meaning, and the man also mentioned the names of the other two Holy Spirits in his words.

Soon, they were escorted to the Rhodes' own execution ground, but from the relaxed and disdainful expression on the faces of the onlookers, it seemed that the execution would be very interesting.

"Ha ha, today we've knocked over gravich's running dogs. My axe is still very powerful!"

There were tables on one side of the execution ground, and behind the tables sat some Rhodes, who were looking at the execution ground with their glasses.

Periner clearly saw the guy with two axes sitting in it. It seems that he is one of their senior officers.

"Take them all up, give them weapons, call them to fight each other, and bring up the slaves together. Whoever wins is qualified to come down from above."

After hearing the proposal, a group of people applauded. As Rhodes barbarians, they like to fight all the time. The other thing is to watch the fight, and then they will win or lose.

It's also a pity that they didn't divide perinal and alexia together when they were divided into groups. It's just a little interesting that they pushed a cage covered with black cloth, and the soldiers who were escorting the cage showed fear one by one, as if there were something extraordinary in the cage.

When pellina was untied, each of them received one or two weapons. Some of them began to kneel down and beg for mercy, but in exchange for a fight and kicking, and finally had to take over the weapons in the merciless irony.

When choosing weapons, periner subconsciously chose two steel daggers. I don't know why. He always felt at ease holding the handle end of the dagger, and the dagger was lighter and more comfortable than the sword.

"Hey! Look what he chose. It's short and blunt, just like himself. I'm afraid it's the same with him

I heard a few jeers. It turned out that they were some guys who were going to go on stage and work hard with themselves! Periner grins. Wait a minute. I'll make you look good.

He was throwing daggers up and down, but he was weighing everyone's strength. By the way, Alicia, I hope nothing will happen to her. He subconsciously looked at the other side, the other side chose a long sword and shield, both offensive and defensive, which made him a little relieved.

Soon they were put on the stage. There was a six man scuffle. The total number of them was not very large, about forty or fifty. If it was fast, they could compete before dark.

In the first round, there was no brinchov and no Alicia. There was an orc on the field, and the other five were Imperials. When the two races were compared, it was obvious that there was a gap between them. Although the orc looked haggard, the body of the ORC was there, and the tallest of the Imperials could reach each other's chest. Not to mention the orc's own fighting lineage, if it wasn't for the orc's low reproduction ability, I'm afraid other races would only be bullied.

After the start of the game, the orc tore up his cloth shirt, revealing the strong muscles inside. The gray green skin was scarred, and there were several pus and blood dripping. It seems that before that, his life was not very good.

The orc roared and rushed up with a sharp stab fist. It seems that the orc is very confident in his own strength, so he didn't choose a long weapon at all.

On the other hand, the imperial people were timid, thin and small, and the long guns in their hands were trembling. When they saw the orcs rushing up, one of them collapsed and sat on the ground, scared to death.

"Help! I don't want to die! "

The other four gathered around, their spears pointed at the orcs, and the other side ignored them and rushed at the imperialist who had no intention of fighting.

Drink! The orc grabbed him by the collar, lifted him from the ground, raised him over his head and spun him on the platform. The Empire man was like a turtle in the water, rowing about on all fours.

With a hiss, a large group of blood burst out from the execution platform. Half of the body of the imperial man was left under the stage. He was bathed in blood all over, and his mouth grew up. He urged a mouthful of blood sputum towards his feet.

"Coward, who else!"

The remaining four were submissive and looked at each other, then charged towards the orc's body with their long guns. When they look at the wild orcs, they are also afraid. However, under the threat of death, they dare not keep their cowardice.However, their fighting skills were too poor. The orcs just dodged and avoided the edge in their hands. He punched one of them in the head, and the man's head suddenly deviated. Then the whole person took his head as the original center and rolled down in the air for several weeks. Look at that man's head again, it's like a rotten melon, red and white in a mess.

The soldiers around the field broke out in bursts of Shouts. They were waving and shouting for this fierce soldier. Fierce soldiers like them should fight in such a fierce way. They yearn for war, but also for blood and scream.

There were three men left, one of them lost his fighting spirit, lying down on the execution platform, flinching back, and the orc stepped forward.

"Ah

A scream cut across the sky, the man holding his belly below, where has already become a mass of mud, plasma mixed with soil soon spread on the execution platform.

There were two other people. The orc exhaled white fumes from his nostrils and mouth. When he raised his boxer with steel nails and tried to smash the next man's head, someone below had already called to stop.

"Three minutes! I don't think those two cowards will live long. That's it! Tell them to clean the toilet

The soldiers below began to coax. In the eyes of the Rhodes, toilet cleaning is a mean chore. They mocked the weak and gave their applause to the brave.