Sword and Magic and Taxi

Ricas commanded his Crimson Legion to charge, but Butcher was by his side, and the two looked after each other and the entire legion together. They easily won the first victory in the ambush, and then met a fierce counterattack, and finally won the tragic victory. Of the two thousand soldiers, half of them are still fighting, and the other half are either dead or lingering on the hot sand dunes, completely dragged down. And now, the third more fierce confrontation is coming, one thousand to one thousand, which seems fair and reasonable, but Ricas really doesn't know whether he will survive.

He and Butcher led the charge, always gaining an advantage quickly this way. But because of the lack of strong support from the two wings, they are also easy to become too prominent and even risk being surrounded. But this time, they are going to be surrounded, that is, to become the unshakable reef in the enemy's waves and the grinder of meat! Only in this way can the Crimson Legion have the strength to persist and fight.

"Rush up to that gentle slope!" Rikas kicked the enemy's abdomen so as to draw out the prosthetic long sword inserted in the opponent's neck, but was splashed with blood from the enemy. Before he could wipe or shake off the blood, he saw a pair of feet in straw sandals coming to his eyes. Before the Crimson Legion set off, they snatched and divided the things of the original gladiator master, so everyone had at least a pair of leather shoes. Straw shoes will only be the enemy.

He knelt down quickly, then rolled forward along the way, and the prosthetic sword drew an arc between the enemy's legs. His back is hot, it should have been rubbed by a hammer or mace. Fortunately, at least he saved his life, and the other party would quickly die because of a lot of blood loss.

"Be careful!" Butcher kicked Ricas out, causing him to roll twice on the ground. Only two "swishes" were heard, and there were two more crossbow arrows where Ricas was originally. The Uliks had long seen this heroic enemy commander, shooting their best weapons in succession.

Butcher caught up with Ricas in a few steps, who also rolled back. The two people covered each other with the tacit understanding that they had cultivated in the arena, and used Butcher's tower shield to avoid this round of volley.

"As long as I can go back alive this time, I must..."

"Shut up, you will die after you finish that sentence, so you close your mouth!" Butcher spit out the wet sand in his mouth, and also tossed out the dirt in his ears and eyes by the way, murmured: "Although I don't know what it is. It makes sense, but Mike hasn’t missed what he said. You better believe these theories."

"Okay, okay." Ricas nodded. He found that his prosthesis had loosened again, and the continuous battles reopened the scars. From skin to flesh to bones, he kept crying for pain-but his heart and mouth did not have the power to cry for pain.

This time they got their wish and were finally surrounded. Thirty fighters on the arena and on the battlefield who can give back to each other form a small defensive circle. The enemy wants to quickly defeat this circle in order to win the battle, and Rikas and his team must persist as much as possible, using their own heads and corresponding high bounties to attract the masters of the opposing team and help the rest of the army People fight for opportunities.

At this moment, he saw an opponent who was attracted. It was a cumbersome praying mantis, with thick and powerful hind feet supporting a thick but sensitive body. Its solid muscles and extremely low body fat rate make its four arms look like a taut crossbow.

This giant insect is quite tall, even Butcher only reaches its chin. It spread its limbs as it walked, three of which were holding weapons—whips, obsidian daggers, and harpoons. In the other hand, it carried the head of a Tyre.

"You will end up here too." The mantis raised his head and began to bite and devour the flesh on the head. Creatures of this race have mouths similar to genuine serrated daggers, and they can also spit paralyzing saliva, threatening no weaker than the weapons they hold in their limbs. Rikas and Butcher have worked together to kill such opponents in the arena, and this time they also joined together.

Butcher rushed up with his shield, like a wall. The mantid swayed from left to right, trying to confuse Butcher with fake movements, so that he could not grasp his direction. At the same time, the whip with the grappling hook at the tail end swung up, bypassing the shield's defense from a height, and grabbed it straight to Butcher's back.

If you switch to another partner, Ricus should use his weapon to block the whip. However, the strong Muir protruded from the left side of Butcher and threw an obsidian spiral blade with his left hand. His throwing skills reached the pinnacle, and even the Witch King Karak was "dead" under the javelin thrown by Ricus. The mantid did not dare to take it hard, and while blocking the way with an obsidian dagger just in case, he avoided to his left.

The whip struck Butcher, causing four wounds on his back. Even the refined inlaid leather armor was also lifted away, showing the explosive power of the praying mantis. However, Butcher also grasped the direction of the mantid's movement. He raised the tower shield and rammed it sideways, forcing the mantid to wrestle with him.

Only two "dangdang" sounds were heard, and the two tall creatures slammed together. Butcher's feet shook slightly, and his body shook, and the person who initiated the collision was caught in the wind. However, Rikas was under the shield, as if hiding under an umbrella, and slammed the blade violently at the thigh-man's leg. These creatures are tall, and their mouths and arms are threatening, but their legs are particularly long and relatively unprotected. Ricas and Butcher didn't need to communicate at all, and a combination of smooth and flowing cooperation solved this enemy.

The mantid fell unwillingly, and its head was quickly chopped off by Butcher, causing Ricus to lift it high. The mantids are indeed number one in Urik's army, and it is obvious that their morale has been vented. Several strong and fierce Uriks came over~www.NovelMTL.com~ Even if it was a wheel warfare, Rikas would be consumed. However, before they rushed to fight, at this moment, the morale was on the side of the Crimson Legion. Ricas seized this opportunity keenly and chanted "Offense, for victory, offense!"

The world will, which represents freedom and liberation, is on Ricas's side, and the scale of victory tilts toward him. However, victory does not mean that there is no loss. The battle was originally tragic and caused great sacrifices on both sides-until the appearance of the Z insect changed it.

The jumping dog lurked under the sand and quickly approached, relying on the perception of vibration to determine the enemy's direction. They raised their heads slightly, looked at and distinguished the two sides of the battle with their small eyes, and then began to strike a black hand at the Urik.

Sneak attack from behind with arthropods, pierce the enemy's spine; or snip their ankles with a mouth like pliers. A hundred jumping dogs helped Ricas secure the victory within ten seconds. The damage they caused from behind caused the Urik raiding team to start to flee. But the jumping dogs took advantage of the fire and cut off their ankles again, and Urik completely broke down.

"There is something under the sand!" Rikas was very alert and issued an order to gather the soldiers to hold on and not pursue them. However, Jumping Dog has completed the task, dived deeper into the sand, and quickly evacuated. They will assemble not far away, follow the Crimson Legion all the way, and provide support at any time, just to ensure that Ricas wins all the way.