I take the witch with me to conquer the world

"Big man, listen up, I don't want to kill you. Now there is a more exciting battle waiting for us in the arena. So surrender to me and I will lead you to win this battle." Fang Sheng pinched the big muscle man's face , the voice was not loud, but the slightly silent environment still made his voice spread throughout the surroundings.

The strong men around him did not speak, and were uncharacteristically quiet. Seeing this, Fang Sheng did not look around anymore, but focused his eyes on the big muscular man under him, and asked calmly: "What is your choice?"

"I surrender, but after fighting the battle you mentioned, I want you to fight with me again, fight with all your strength, and fight on the premise of killing the opponent." The big muscle man's face was ferocious, his head The Lord's warriors absolutely do not agree with such a battle. They would rather be killed than live by being spared by the strong.

Hearing this, Fang Sheng was silent for a moment, and the big-muscled man who saw Fang Sheng's silence shouted dissatisfiedly: "You are still not a warrior! Don't you even dare to kill people?!"

"I promise you, but only if we can survive." Fang Sheng let go and stood up, then looked around and said to a group of strong men: "Let's go, let's go to the battle that belongs to us."

The voice was dull, but it aroused a chorus of war cries. For the Skull Lord's warriors, fighting was everything, the meaning of their survival. Only blood and wails could soothe their hearts like the scarlet wasteland.

More than seventy gladiators followed Fang Sheng in an orderly manner, and at the front of the group of gladiators, the two-meter-five-meter-tall muscular man had already stood up, one body behind Fang Sheng, to show his submission. meaning. And there was no one around him, just like Fang Sheng who was leading the way from the front, like a child in front of them.

Corell reacted. He stepped out of the prison, looked at the demons that had been divided into teams, and couldn't help but swallowed. Then Fang Sheng gained some confidence in his plan.

The team of gladiators had already left, and Correll followed him when he saw this. Fang Sheng had told him about the structure of the arena in the past few days. As long as he started from the other floor of the prison, he could go through the back door of the arena. Get out. And at the back door, their backup was waiting to pick them up.

To be honest, Correll had a lot of questions. He didn't understand why Mr. Roland made such a decision, and he didn't understand why he had to wait until daytime to leave. But he still chose Mr. Roland. He believed that Mr. Roland would not harm him.

After leading the gladiator team to the first floor, Fang Sheng glanced left and right, looking at the guy huddled up in the cell with just a little scarlet eyes. I couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that the big demon really looked down on these gladiators, but that was normal.

"Listen, our enemies are the extraordinary legions above. These weak enemies are not worthy of being our enemies." Fang Sheng said without looking back. It is inevitable that among the more than seventy people, there will be some who are carried away by the desire to kill. , it would be better for him to restrain himself.

The gladiators behind him were agitated for a moment, but soon calmed down. Their scarlet eyes stared at Fang Sheng's back without saying a word.

When they came to the gate leading to the arena, the gate was tightly closed at this time, and they saw no guards or staff along the way. They must have been driven away.

Fang Sheng stretched out his hands and pushed open the big iron door. The big muscleman behind him curled his lips. He thought Fang Sheng's actions were too girly! A real warrior should just kick down this big iron door and show his unparalleled power to that extraordinary legion! But the thin man in front of him defeated him and was his boss, so he couldn't say it out loud, he could only complain in his heart.

The door was pushed open, and Fang Sheng walked out, and the big-muscled guy quickly followed. When he came to the iron door, he glanced at the iron door with disgust, and then kicked it casually, his body and The steel collided with a deafening sound!

The big muscle man looked at the obvious footprints on the iron door and smiled with satisfaction. This was in line with their approach. This boss is still too effeminate and weak. I really don’t understand why he has so much strength but his body is still so thin!

Fang Sheng, who was walking at the front, couldn't help but frown as he listened to the noisy sounds outside. He didn't think that such a lack of military discipline would happen to a supernatural legion, especially in the country of the God of War.

So there is only one possibility, and that is that there are others besides the extraordinary legion. Fang Sheng's eyes flashed slightly, following the gladiator's moving blood as he approached him and clung to his face. At the same time, a scarlet two-handed sword appeared and was carried on his shoulders.

When the big muscleman behind saw this scene, his eyes lit up. He felt that this weapon was so damn handsome and awesome. It was hundreds of times more powerful than his battle ax at a glance.

"Our enemies are right in front, everyone, go ahead and tear their throats apart!" Fang Sheng pointed his sword straight ahead with one hand, and the next moment he flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"His grandma's fault! Boss, you don't have any fucking martial ethics!" The big muscleman cursed, and then rushed forward excitedly with a tomahawk in hand. He couldn't let the boss enjoy the battle alone!

The gladiators behind them saw that their boss and deputy boss rushed forward without any moral ethics. They immediately became anxious, howled one after another, and then rushed out like college students who heard the cafeteria was about to open!

Fang Sheng, who was at the forefront, had already rushed into the arena. The scorching sun was shining on his body, but he could not feel a trace of warmth. All he could feel was the endless coldness coming from the legion's battle formation not far away.

Originally, he also wanted to create a battle formation, but after receiving the information from Lewan, his idea was instantly extinguished. The opponent is a group of heavy infantry. Once Sturt's battle formation is launched, no matter how many gladiators he has, it will not be enough for the opponent!

It's better to take action by yourself and cut a hole in the opponent's battle formation first. Then, with the blessing of the big devil, a gladiator can beat two ordinary people who have no military formation and only have the blessing of the military. There should be no big problem.

At the front of the Blood Wolf were the veterans who had already prepared themselves mentally and set up shields to face the charge. This is the commander's arrangement. Judging from their experience in suppressing gladiator riots several times, this group of gladiators who have been blessed by the devil don't care about anything except being reckless.

Unfortunately, they are not facing ordinary gladiators now!

A scarlet figure appeared on the field. When no one came over, a big sword cut through the air like lightning, and with a fierce roar, it accurately penetrated the shield of a soldier!

The veteran looked down subconsciously and saw that his proud shield of Warcraft was penetrated by this rough sword, and the blade even penetrated his breastplate! He could feel that if the sword moved forward one step further, he would be pierced through the heart!

Before he could be shocked by the strength of the owner of the sword, he shouted loudly: "Change defense!" This is their common strategy, where the soldiers behind the big shield take over the defensive position to prevent the battle formation from collapsing.

The heavy infantry behind him thought the same way, but neither of them expected that they would run out of time.

I saw a figure, like the speeding red lightning, kicking the hilt of the red sword hard, causing the sword to penetrate the heart of the veteran, ruthlessly taking away the first life of this legion battle.

Immediately afterwards, the figure landed, he held the big sword and threw away the dead veteran on the tip of the sword, and then threw the big sword towards a place in the battle formation without looking!