"Anko Morida means 'possible' and Dolva Jadeon means 'fearless'......" Lying on the haystack of his prison, Todd whispered the Northland language that Rachel had taught him.

A gladiatorial arena keeper passed by the door of the cell, his eyes aimed in other directions, his legs like the wind, and did not stop at all.

Todd glanced out the door and retracted his attention.

The biggest change that the victory over the "Skinner" brought to him was that the people in the entire gladiatorial arena looked at him with fear in their eyes.

Thinking of tomorrow's battle, Todd sneered and smashed the stone in his hand.

It's really a shame that those guys who don't know life and death can come up with a bad idea like ten to fight one.

Sitting up, Todd looked at the ceiling and pondered. In tomorrow's gladiatorial battle, it is not difficult to win, but how to hide your strength is the most headache.

Just as he was pondering the "strength of the performance and the position of the stage", a small sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor, which attracted his attention.

This footstep does not belong to a guard, nor does it look like a soldier.

A gladiatorial arena clerk respectfully led a man in black to the door of the cell.

Todd frowned and looked at the two at the door, waiting for each other's movements.

The man in black pointed to the iron lock on the door and said a word of Northland to the staff.

To Todd's surprise, a crisp and pleasant female voice sounded.

The clerk shook his head desperately and whispered something to argue.

The woman in black slapped the cell door with her hand vigorously, facing the other party, and repeated Shicai's words again, but her voice rose by three points.

The latter was so frightened that he hurriedly made a silent movement, and after seeing that there was no one left and right, he took out the key from his bosom and opened the cell door.

Watching the woman in black get into the cell and stand in front of her, Todd, who couldn't understand Northland and didn't know the identity of the other party, simply straightened her face and put on an indifferent expression.

The comer lifted his hood and revealed his true face.

Todd was shocked in his heart, and secretly praised: What a beautiful woman.

It's hard to imagine that in the bitter cold land of the north, there would be such a beautiful woman. The facial features are like oil paintings, and the skin is like milk, delicate but shiny.

The woman looked into Todd's eyes and said something eagerly.

Todd, who was completely unaware, remained silent, his expression cold as ice.

The woman grabbed the other party's hand, tears swirling in her eyes, and her voice was a little choked.

Todd's heart moved, trying to break free of the other man's hand. But he knew that if he showed half an inappropriate emotion at this time, his previous efforts would be in vain. At the moment, the only way to fool the past is to pretend to be indifferent.

After another conversation, the woman found that the other party was completely unmoved, and the tears in her eyes were like bursting the embankment, pouring down.

The voice slowly lowered, and the woman stood on tiptoe, kissed Todd lightly on the cheek, lowered her hood, and exited the cell.

In this way, Todd quietly watched her come, and quietly watched her go. What remained, in addition to the sweet body fragrance in the air and the faint warmth on the cheeks, there was only the suspicion and bewilderment of the parties.

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Watching the gladiatorial fights was as important to the Ulsters as eating and sleeping.

This group of subjects of the Northern Kingdom, although they advertise themselves as different from the tribes of the southern regions, still have savage and warlike blood in their bones.

Both men and women, young and old, all had their favorite gladiators in the kingdom. Some well-known fighters even have their own support groups and followers.

Therefore, when the news of the defeat of the "Skinner" swept through every corner of the Ulster Kingdom like a spring breeze blowing across the riverbank, people competed to talk about the grand occasion of the gladiatorial battle that day, and after the exaggerated praise, everyone also saw a rising gladiatorial star.

However, the good times were short-lived.

When Todd's second gladiatorial announcement was posted, all the Ulsters, who had a little brains, were filled with anger and shock.

Have one gladiator face off against ten opponents...... It's not a gladiatorial fight at all, it's a murder!

Clever people soon began to speculate about the king's role in the matter, and some people approached the nobles of the kingdom in the hope of pressuring the royal family to curb this unjust gladiatorial arrangement.

But in fact, the king of Ulster was really to blame for this, and the idea of 'one to ten' had nothing to do with him at all. On the contrary, Concierber was very satisfied with Todd's performance in the first battle, and even had a slight sense of appreciation.

The king, although he wanted to make this traitor pay the price of death, was definitely not done in such a stupid way.

Therefore, when the king saw the notice of the second gladiatorial fight, his first reaction was disbelief, followed by a thunderous outburst.

It is a decent thing to execute a traitor in public, but to use a large number of people to besiege and strangle a warrior is a despicable method that completely violates the "tradition" of the northern kingdom. And, to some extent, also damaged the reputation of the king.

However, the wood is already in the boat.

The gladiatorial notice has already been posted, and it is unrealistic to take it back.

Considering the voices of protest in the kingdom, it is getting louder. Concierge ordered his henchman Fergal, with a suit of high-quality armor and a sword made by a famous master, to the "Red Circle" gladiatorial arena, handed it to Boyle, and told him to his face that if he could win the gladiatorial battle, he would be relieved of his guilt and the death penalty would be changed to slavery.

(In the kingdom of Ulster, the punishment varied according to the magnitude of the culpability.) The capital offense was the heaviest, followed by slavery, then exile, then hard labor, and imprisonment, flogging, bondage, and so on. ）

This action was enough to perform, and it also showed its attitude, and finally made the people of the kingdom a little quieter.

Soon, the time came to the day of the second gladiatorial fight.

Before the battle began, the spectators who had arrived from the kingdom and the surrounding neighboring countries had already filled the entire "Red Circle" to seventy percent.

However, unlike the first time, most of the people who came to watch last time wanted to see how the traitor Boyle died tragically, but this time, the audience wanted to see a good fight.

Sitting on a high viewing platform, looking at the gladiatorial arena below, Concierber asked Fergal beside him, "What do you think are his chances of winning?"

The latter thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I have heard that the condition given to those ten gladiators is that whoever can obtain the head of Boyle will be free; ”

"So, you mean, that guy is dead?"

Seeing that Fergar shrugged his shoulders, Concierber laughed and said, "I don't think the same as you, and the outcome of this gladiatorial fight may bring me a surprise." ”

In the audience, two men, an old man and a young man, sat in the front row and talked quietly.

"Father, can a warrior really defeat ten opponents without reinforcements?"

Hearing the young man's question, the older man spoke: "This kind of question itself is meaningless, if you really want to seek an answer, then listen, in a one-to-many battle, bravery will no longer be the main source of advantage, wisdom is the key to victory." ”

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand.

The older man patted him on the back and said with a smile, "Take a closer look at this battle, since this boyle can defeat the 'Skinner', then he must have something extraordinary. ”

In the back row, more than ten meters away from the father and son, Richer sat in the corner, bored eating fried pine nuts, basking in the autumn sun, and yawning long. To her right, across seven or eight seats, a woman dressed in black crossed her fingers and prayed silently to the arena.

With the sound of a bell, the gladiator gate slowly rose.

Ten heavily armed gladiators entered the arena one after another, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, and standing in different positions according to their professions.

Opposite them, a warrior armed with a sword and shield walked into the gladiatorial arena with a slow but steady pace.

In the audience, a tide of cheers and cheers suddenly broke out.

Todd raised his palm holding the shield and placed it in front of his forehead to block the glare of the direct sunlight, and looked at the ten opponents opposite him, with a smile on his face.

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