"Impossible!"
The managers of the colosseum, who dealt with ferocious monsters all day long, and the guards responsible for watching over the slaves, were all stunned. The humanoid monster in front of him was beyond the scope of human imagination.
Despite the mysterious merchant's repeated warnings, the guards saw the burly bodies of these Orcs and still imprisoned them according to the standards of the Trolls. In their opinion, even two Giant Demons wouldn't be able to break free.
They were wrong.
Beastmen were already stronger than Trolls, let alone Berserk Beastmen who had drunk Demon Blood.
Following a roar that shook the entire arena, a hundred berserk Beastmen broke free of their cages and charged towards the light.
Each and every one of these men, who would definitely be strong and powerful compared to humans, were like children in front of them. The long whips used to punish the slaves would only make them more ferocious.
The gigantic fist smashed into the faces of the scarred and ferocious-looking guards, and the abundant power easily smashed everything it came into contact with.
His cheekbones instantly collapsed, followed by his temples and lower jaw, and then his entire skull collapsed. Before the human cervical vertebrae could support or cushion the impact, the violent force had already shattered the entire skull.
Yellow, white, red, all sorts of colors dyed the walls of the colosseum, which must have been dyed black with the blood of countless slaves, into the colors of the abusers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
More guards heard the news and rushed over. They brought the best equipment they could.
However, it was useless.
These berserk Orcs could set off a bloody storm with just a punch or a swing of their arms. By the time the Orcs came back to their senses, there was no one alive in the basement except for the Orcs.
The inexplicable voice seemed to be guiding them, and they seemed to feel the unyielding anger of the great chief, Blackhand, roaring.
"Lok-Narash!" the leader of the Blackhand guards shouted, ordering the Orcs to arm themselves.
They quickly gathered all the heavy weapons they could find, smashed open the door of the arena, and saw light …
“Lok'tarOgar！”
He would rather die than win!
In this unknown country filled with humans, in this place where enemies were everywhere, the glory of the tribe and the violent demon blood in their bodies drove them to charge towards the tallest and most magnificent building.
The city guards were alerted. They rushed over upon hearing the news and saw a group of peerless monsters with green skin.
"Don't be afraid! These were orcs! Get into formation and surround him … "Before the squad leader could finish shouting, a huge iron pillar that was thicker than a man's thigh had already swept towards them.
The leader of the black-handed bodyguards used his unparalleled strength to teach these human warriors who had never fought against the orcs a good lesson. This lesson was called — Strength!
The round shields that were neatly lined up in a row did not seem like shields at all. They were easily swept away by the heavy iron pillar in one breath. The sound of the iron shields exploding was mixed with the screams and wails of the city guards, deeply stimulating the nerves of every city guard behind them.
Fear gripped their hearts easily.
For a moment, even their hearts forgot to beat.
Every dilated pupil reflected the horrifying figure that was three meters tall. It did not look like a living creature at all, but more like an ancient demon god!
"Ahhhhhh —" The first row of city guards whose arms were smashed into pieces let out a shrill scream. The second row of city guards was almost stunned.
They paid with their lives for the momentary lapse in concentration on the battlefield.
The muscles of the Orc bodyguards swelled to the point that they were about to explode. With the strength of a giant, the long iron pillar that was swung out with all its might stopped abruptly within half a meter. Then, it turned around and swept again!
Those who fell to the ground avoided the disaster. The second row of city guards who were stunned on the spot had their bodies sliced in half at the waist.
The scene was so bloody that it easily destroyed their rationality.
"Ahhhh! I don't want to die! " These city guards who could only bully gangsters and thieves on normal days suddenly lost their will to fight. They collapsed and abandoned their swords and shields, trying to escape from this terrifying Shuraba in a fluster.
Out of the gladiatorial arena was the first street of Rotterdam Kingdom known as Gladiator Street.
This street that mainly sold swords and weapons had always been the favorite of the rich and powerful. Ordinary citizens were not qualified to enter this street. As a subsidiary industry of the gladiatorial arena, this street not only had a large number of high-quality weapons and armor that were far superior to the standard weapons, but also all kinds of rare equipment and accessories.
A gladiator with a broken sword and a useless shield would not receive much cheers no matter how good his skills were.
The rich and powerful who had gladiators would invest in their favorite gladiators with gorgeous armor and accessories. After all, this was where their pride was.
Hence, the leader of the bodyguards found a huge skull of a six-horned rhinoceros. This huge skull had already become extremely hard after being soaked in molten iron. Together with the six huge horns that extended forward, it was a terrifying piece of equipment that could attack and defend.
The only problem was that this thing was too heavy. Even the troll slaves could not use it.
But now, it all belonged to the bodyguards.
Holding it, the bodyguards easily caught up with a carriage with a gorgeous noble coat of arms. They crashed into it with their hard and sharp horns. Half a second later, the entire carriage was blasted into pieces, along with the people inside, turning into scarlet scraps.
Blood and internal organs dyed the entire Gladiator Street red.
When the Orcs fought from one end of the long street to the end, they saw a huge square with a fountain, as well as a huge building with pure white walls.
"Lok 'tar Ogar!" The bodyguards let out a deafening roar again.
Without hesitation, the 100 Orcs launched an attack on the Rotterdam Kingdom, which had the most guards and was the most heavily guarded.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
When the Rotterdam Kingdom could not close the drawbridge in time, and even the palace gate was breached, not only were the higher-ups of the Rotterdam Kingdom alarmed, but also a priest who was preaching in the palace's sanctuary.
"There are actually enemies in the Rotterdam Kingdom?" Hearing the battle cries not far away, a burly male priest suddenly stood up. "Teacher Fao, I'll go take a look."
The archbishop sighed as he watched his disciple lift the heavy war hammer effortlessly. This disciple was good at everything. His devotion to the Holy Light and his faith in the Holy Light were also unparalleled. However, he felt that he was a little out of place with the profession of priest!
"Go!"
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