The World of Deities

Chapter 318: The Goblin's Defeated General

The high priest's stiff face eased slightly, and he looked at Su Ye who was doing his homework, thoughtfully.

The two teams approached quickly and charged at the same time.

The entire auditorium suddenly fell silent. In most people's imagination, the two sides must have rushed together, shields struck, and spears swung.

However, an unbelievable scene happened to everyone.

When the two sides approached, the king's sledgehammer and the black sheep suddenly rose into the air, and the two front hooves of the black sheep were heavily stomped on the shield of the bronze warrior in front. At the same time, the golden warhammer of the king sledgehammer hit the hapless bronze warrior's helmet. on.

Boom...

Even if Wang Dahammer left his hand and didn't make a full attack, the bronze soldier rolled his eyes and passed out.

While Wang Dahammer solved the bronze warrior, Di Aotian passed through the crotch of another bronze warrior one by one. Before the bronze warrior could react, the bone rod was suddenly picked up and hit between the bronze warrior's legs.

"Oh..."

The bronze warrior roared like a beast, dropped his weapon, and rolled around on the ground, clutching his crotch.

Countless audiences showed sympathy.

Female audience members were dumbfounded.

In the field, a girl in black robes glanced at Su Ye who was doing homework with her pink diamond eyes.

The team of the Fierce Eagle Academy was pierced through, lost two soldiers, and immediately fell into crisis.

The soldiers of the First Academy were intimidated by Julius and went all out and directly attacked.

After Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer solved the two people again, the morale of the soldiers of the Eagle Academy collapsed, huddled together, and constantly passively resisted.

They dared not surrender directly, because the roar of the high priest blocked the way of retreat.

Their six tenacious battles aroused the sympathy of the audience, and more people began to cheer for the Eagle Academy.

However, the voice of cheering for the first academy is more tidy.

The smell of fire intensified again.

In the end, at four minutes, the last soldier was shot through the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The host shouted: "Praise the goddess of strife! The First Academy has maintained its position as the king in the arena with an absolute advantage. Let us cheer for the First Academy!"

The audience cheered, occasionally mixed with "shadow" shouts.

After the cheers, it was the usual mockery of Su Ye black fans.

"You can't even beat the people sitting on the chairs, the people from the Fire Eagle Academy are going to die!"

"Goblins are better than you!"

"The goblin's men are defeated!"

The audience who had previously supported the Eagle Academy had their faces dark and suffocated.

The rest of the audience watched with a smile.

On the Longkou terrace, the priests looked towards the high priest.

The high priest looked as usual and said nothing.

Everything goes on as usual.

One after another, but the audience suddenly discovered that there were good-looking battles and wonderful bloody battles, but none of them were as interesting as the first academy.

Two hours later, the first round of the double ten battle ended.

After only a ten-minute break, the host announced the start of the draw for the double nines.

One by one, the twelfth lottery began. When the host read out the name of "First Academy and Gale Sword Academy", most of the audience was energetic.

The old audience at the First Academy looked weird.

The gladiators of the first academy also looked at each other.

The Sword of Waste...No, it is the Sword of Wind Academy, I just met it a few days ago, and the opponent seems to be quite miserable.

The gladiators of the Storm Sword Academy were all black faces, and an old man in a Chinese suit behind the team suddenly cursed a few words in a low voice, then glanced at Julis, and sat down helplessly.

Then, the host continued to report his name.

When "Su Ye" was reported, the black fans shouted collectively.

"Su Ye! Must lose!"

Previously, only the corner where black fans gathered was shouting, but suddenly, people from all over the audience shouted, and it was quite neat.

Su Ye looked around in confusion, his head full of question marks.

This is also OK?

"Hahahaha..."

The audience laughed cheerfully.

The two teams stepped onto the court, everything seemed to be repeating. Su Ye first summoned Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer, applied protective magic to his teammates, and then took out a chair to sit down.

"Refund!"

The fans yelled again, and the audience roared.

Su Ye ignored no one and continued to read.

The referee blows the whistle and the two teams look at each other.

Wang Dahui's soft voice spread throughout the audience: "Huh? Isn't this the old opponent Breeze Chopper? You have to work hard this time. If you lose as badly as the Little Chicken Academy just now, others think you are cheating on the goddess."

The gladiators of the Sword of Wind suddenly turned red, and the gladiators of the Eagle Academy were also furious.

Suddenly, an audience shouted.

"Sword of Wind!"

At first it was shouted by people in one direction, but soon it was shouted by people in two directions.

Those who shouted later happened to be the supporting audience of the Fire Eagle Academy.

The audience from both sides merged into one, with great momentum.

The audience at the First Academy became unhappy and shouted together.

"First Academy!"

The gladiators hadn't fought off the field, and they fought first in the audience.

During this period, occasionally violent people scolded.

Some priests in the Temple of Discord smiled.

This is what the goddess likes to see. If the audience fights, it will be better.

The dispute between the two spectators aroused the interest of other spectators, and the whole arena heated up under the noon sun.

The two teams moved forward slowly, then started trotting, and finally charged.

Soon, as if two walls collided.

However, one is an earth wall and the other is a steel wall.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Da Hammer hit one person directly, cut through the formation, and then turned the sheep's head for the second round of charge.

The gladiators of the Sword of Wind cursed in their hearts, while shrinking their formation, passively defending.

The priests of the Temple of Discord stretched their faces as they watched the sword of the gale wind.

There were boos all over the audience.

The audience cheering for Sword of Wind suddenly decreased.

"Wang Sledgehammer!"

Many spectators began to cheer for the most eye-catching Wang Sledgehammer.

Su Ye blinked suspiciously, why are there many women's voices?

Shouldn't you cheer for me?

Wang Dahammer was like a person coming crazy, his face flushed, and he yelled for a knight charge. Every charge was full of impact, and he even guaranteed to hurt the enemy even if he was injured.

It is like a little demon cow in the field.

The audience became more excited and their voices shook the sky.

Soon, the warriors of the Sword of Wind were torn the formation again and again by the charge of the king's sledgehammer, and all of them were finally defeated.

Wang Dahammer, Di Aotian and other bronze warriors raised their weapons and cheered the audience.

"First Academy!"

Many spectators cheered for the winner.

Julius patted his stomach with a smile, with a complacent look.

The masters of the other Gladiator Academy looked at Julius, some with envy, some with contempt, some without expression, and some with a cold snort.

After the double nines match, enter the lunch break.

The departed audience were talking enthusiastically. Almost all of them were discussing the First Academy, Su Ye, Wang Dahui and Di Aotian.

After the lunch break, everyone returned to the game.

The crowd waited expectantly for the double-eight.

What all the audience did not expect was that the first academy was drawn in the first round, and the opponent was the fourth-ranked Spartan academy, the Angu Dragon Academy, whose owner was a Persian, and the percentage of Persians in the team reached half. .

As soon as the host announced the list, someone in the audience yelled.

"First Academy!"

"Sparta!"

Most of the Spartan audience was in high spirits.

A small number of Persian audiences wanted to cheer for the Nulong Academy, but after shouting a few times, they found that they couldn't hear clearly, and there were countless angry eyes around them, silently shutting up.

The priests of the Temple of Discord all smiled, even the high priest.

To make the Spartans hostile to Persia is a bigger dispute.

Julius hurriedly said to Su Ye who got up: "This battle must be beautiful, the more beautiful the better, and it is best to completely anger the Persians. This is a big opportunity! Whether you can get a gift from God, this battle is of utmost importance."

Su Ye glanced at the priests on the Longkou terrace and nodded gently.

"I try, I do this..."

After Su Ye whispered, Julius asked suspiciously: "Can you win?"

"can."

"Okay, I let them do what you say."

In all expectations, two teams played.

Everyone thought everything would be the same as before.

After Su Ye only blessed Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer with protective magic, he sat back in his chair.

The remaining seven bronze warriors stood in front of Su Ye, lined up and motionless.

Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer put their backs on their shoulders, and walked forward with a smile like the two little hooligans, and the Black Demon sheep bleated from the side.

After a few steps, Wang Dahui said loudly: "Listen to the opposite, your majesty said, to deal with you, so many people are bullying the children, so we have the worst strength. By the way, my master is very kind. You'd better prepare advanced flame retardants. This time, both of us are going to do our best!"

All the audience was stunned, this Su Ye is too arrogant.

Some Spartans who wanted to see the Persians lose, but were angry. If they lose, wouldn't they lose the face of the Greeks?

The priests of the Temple of Dissension also looked puzzled. If they lost, although the dispute between the two people could be strengthened, the Spartans would not feel comfortable.

Suddenly, all the gladiators in the First Academy shouted together.

"The First Academy! Must win!"

Afterwards, many audience members shouted helplessly. At this time, they had to cheer for themselves.

"The First Academy! Must win!"

However, people shouted sparsely.

Suddenly, a neat voice sounded.

"Di Aotian, Wang Dahammer! Sure victory!"

The black fans of Su Ye shouted together, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium was instantly ignited.

Even the spectators who watched Su Ye's gladiatorial fight for the first time today were also infected, shouting the names of Di Aotian and Wang Dahui.

"Kill the Persians!"

"Victory belongs to Sparta!"

"The Greeks will win!"

More and more people shouted.

The big man in the field looked at Julis and saw Julis smiling and everything was as usual.

They quickly understood that Julis was betting.

The bet was lost with shame.

If the bet is won, the Shrine of Dispute will definitely take a different look at First Academy and Julius.