The Orc Arena is a place that makes the Dark Eldar unhappy. Generally speaking, such things. For example, most of the Alien Arenas are full of pain, pain, and pain. Specifically, it is like beating the Butcher. The nails are almost the same?
But for the orcs, there is no better amusement park in this world than the arena. When the unique smell of blood from One-Eye wets the metal and penetrates into the thick metal walls, the smell of waste and rotten orc flesh brings out, they Love it so much.
In the preparation room of the arena, One-Eye drank a can of Fungus Beer and enjoyed a massage from Fart, but he also knew very well that he could not kill the damn Boss Goff with frontal force.
Fortunately, there are no taboos in the orc arena. Everything you can imagine can be brought in. Although shooting boys are not as popular as chopping boys, the orcs don't care. They just want to see what blood looks like on the ground.
One-Eye put on his shoulder armor. For flexibility, he did not choose the fully enclosed armor favored by most bosses. He used ceramic steel and various hard enough materials to set it on his skin.
Although the defense of that kind of thing is good, it still makes the sneaking make an unpleasant clicking sound.
He prepared the big gun, held the dagger, and walked towards the elevator with one eye. The mechanical sound was clicking, the gears were turning, and after rising slowly, the light shone on his face through the cage-like elevator equipment, in the hot and humid forest. The wind was resisted by the large circular arena, with countless messy bunkers, scattered weapons, and the boy's body stuck here.
One Eye doesn't know why they put the wheels in the arena as a bunker. Wouldn't it be better to use them as trucks?
But he liked it very much. He loved this style to death. The blood of the orcs was rolling and burning. Countless boys filled the seats in a circle around the arena, shouting like chirping maggots.
What is the name of a psychic kid who is dressed like a shrimp with a pistol inside and shoots his own kid? Commissar boy, right?
He stood on the high platform in the middle of the arena. It might have been a beautiful big log before, but now it has been chopped down. It is a good decoration, a bunker, and a good place to hide yourself. But now it is a " "Bantaire Peacock Psychic Boy" or something stood on it.
Maybe he thinks he looks good like this?
But as his unique, noisy, psychic energy reverberated through the greenskins, reverberating through the tattered arena of mud, bunkers, and corpses, One-Eyed quickly realized that the Gough clan was at war. How professional.
The psychic kid shouted like a born host. "Welcome, welcome, you fools, our arena audience mortality rate is 5-12%! For every 100 greenskins, 7 will die from watching!"
"I have to admire your bravery and brainlessness to watch two bosses fight. Now, let me do the math..."
"The mortality rate is 30 percent!"
The whole audience burst into violent cheers. Apparently every orc felt that they would not be one of the 30%, but would instead see the people around them being affected and dying.
One Eye dares to judge that if this is Xiami Arena, or if Xiami has an arena, the 30% chance of audience death is enough for them to leave here.
And he had already seen the bastard in the cage opposite, wiping his big pliers. One Eye had already thought about cutting off the pliers and using them as trophies.
Iron Teeth also noticed the Blood Ax bastard opposite him and showed him a smile that was uglier than crying.
The psychic kid continued shouting from the center of the arena. "Now, our defender...is ours, waaaaghboss, Iron Teeth Gough!"
"waaaaagh!"
"Waaaaagh!" The boys were as happy as little animals in heat. They knew that with Iron Teeth coming, the arena would definitely be exciting!
The psychic boy continued his introduction. "Challenger! He is our new boss, the extremely powerful one-eyed blood axe!"
"waaaaagh!"
"Waaaagh!" The shouts this time were all the boys with blue faces. They were all Death Skull boys once, but now they are... Death Skull boys controlled by the blood axe.
After finishing his words, the psychic boy protected himself with the four-sided armored boy's shield, and then huddled on the high platform, never wanting to look at it again.
"start!"
After his declaration, the huge iron gate of the cage was slowly opened, and two ferocious, cunning, or cunning and ferocious beasts faced each other tit for tat.
Majestic and arrogant, they feel that they are destined to dominate all greenskins and cause huge waaagh, but what is the reality? Only battle can judge.
The iron-toothed metal jaw made a clicking sound, and the huge body dragged the pliers forward, while the One-Eye just dropped a smoke bomb just after going out.
There were boos at this moment, and there was no doubt that the boys were disappointed and Iron Teeth looked around as white smoke filled the arena.
"That's it? Stupid guy? A useless blood axe, no match for Gao Fu. That's why your clan is all dead, haha!"
Is One Eye angry? He was so angry! But he still huddled behind the iron barrel, and only crossed the bunker when Boss Goff turned sideways and looked away. He was calm, smart, quiet, and deadly.
Iron Teeth quickly realized this, and he began to wave his huge pliers unreasonably, and the powerful force smashed iron blocks, concrete, and all the orc bunkers you could imagine flying out of the arena.
Some fell into the audience, smashing many boys' heads with blood. There was also a fart who was selling things and wanted to make money. He held up the forest mushrooms he picked and wanted to sell them to the orc boy, but they were smashed into a ball of mushroom mud. His goods It was also plundered by the orcs nearby.
"Waagh! You kid can only hide and hide? I! Than! 伱! Fierce! waaaaaagh!"
The iron teeth smashed away the bunkers again and again without showing any signs of fatigue. The flying objects turned into raindrops composed of metal and stone and fell on the auditorium. The boys turned into mushroom mud and stuck to the ground of the arena.
It’s so crazy, they are still cheering and think this performance is really good!
When Iron Teeth cleared most of the bunkers in the arena, he was panting and exhausted, but there was only a circle of wheels left. There was no doubt that he was hiding inside, haha.
"I caught it!"
He swung the power tongs and grabbed the bunker. The huge force instantly clamped the damn wheel into a crooked thing. There was no doubt about the iron teeth. He felt that he had won, but he found that no mushrooms had ever flowed out of this last bunker. juice…
"What?" He wanted to speak, but suddenly a gust of green wind blew over his cheek. One-Eye came from behind him, took away the Catachan blade from his waist, and then slit his thick throat, blood continued to flow out, and then Soon the orc's powerful muscles and body healed, leaving an ugly mark.
Iron Teeth's voice was very unpleasant at the moment, and his originally rough throat was now hoarse.
"Kah...gulu...Blood Ax bastard! Are you there?" He was grunting due to blood stasis in his throat.
One-Eye wiped the blade of the knife. "I'm behind you, big guy. The best cover is you, big enough guy!"
There is no doubt that such cunning once again raised the atmosphere of the arena to the highest level, and the orcs shouted with joy again and again, like ocean waves...
