"Did you see that?"

Starbuck gave a triumphant smile. Apparently everything was in his plans.

"I'm not going to work with you!"

The Scarlet Storm Dicron was completely shattered, and although his philosophy of life was completely shattered, he was still unwilling to join Starbuck.

"Okay, good, good! I didn't expect you to be more stubborn than I thought, so let me cut off your last thoughts. ”

A trace of coldness flashed in Starbuck's eyes, and he took a deep breath for more than ten seconds, his chest and abdomen swelled a full circle, and his heart pulsated at a terrifying speed, like a war drum, continuously transmitting power.

Dicron, who had been waiting to die with his eyes closed, noticed something strange and cried out in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't ......"

Even he didn't have time to stop it, and the spear in Starbuck's hand had already turned into a lightning bolt and shot out.

And the direction in which the spear is aimed is the rostrum.

The speed of the champion knights is too fast, even faster than many people's thinking, and when the rostrum is in chaos, most people are still thinking, what is Starbuck doing?

Sean called one of the quickest reflexes to jump from his position when Starbuck made a shooting move.

Because before this, he had already made some bad guesses, and if it weren't for the guard next to Duke Borg who seemed to be eyeing him, he would have left the field early.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

It has always been one of his life credos.

Starbuck's unusual behavior undoubtedly confirmed Sean's guess, where did he care about the attention of the duke's guard who was suspected of being a champion knight, and in a few minutes, the entire gladiatorial arena would become the largest Shura field, and before that, of course, he could run as far as he could.

Sean turned a deaf ear to the duke's guard's orders.

The same reaction was made by Angie Bena and Alvilia.

The head of the female guard, carrying the small and delicate Angel Bena, turned over and jumped from the stands to Sean's side, and whispered, "Follow me?"

Before Sean could understand what he meant, the head of the guard kicked the wooden parapet of the stands next to Sean's seat, and a half-human-high, bottomless secret door appeared in front of the three of them.

The chief of the guards shoved Angie Bena in first, and then at Sean Nunu.

Sean inexplicably flashed a trace of annoyance in his heart, the annoyance of being used, and the feeling that he was a gatekeeper.

If he had found the wrong place, wouldn't he be one of the sardines by now?

Now was obviously not the time to have a seizure, and Sean did not hesitate to follow Angie Bena into it.

Before getting in, Sean involuntarily glanced at the rostrum, and the situation on the stage made him stunned for a moment.

The duke's guard, who had been paying close attention to Sean for unknown reasons, couldn't help but move a few steps to this direction when he saw him move, and let out a low voice, which was the one Sean had heard earlier.

It's not that he wants to do anything to Sean, it's just an instinctive reaction under the more attention.

This time, this instinctive reaction made him miserable, or more precisely, the Duke of Borg, the object of his protection, and he should have discovered the spear throwing, and only reacted when it was about to be shot.

"Protect Your Majesty!" shouted the Duke's guard.

It bounced out like a cannonball, no less fast than the Scarlet Storm Dicklon, and Sean's previous suspicions were correct, he was indeed a champion knight.

The duke's guard, who was anxious for the lord, didn't even have time to draw his sword, and the whole person rushed forward, trying to grab Starbuck's throwing spear directly.

If he hadn't moved his position and was in the best position to protect himself, whether he was drawing his sword or directly pulling Duke Borg away, the threat posed by Starbuck's spear would have been much less.

However, his attention was attracted by Sean, not only did he not react immediately, but what made him move several steps worse.

No matter how fast the champion knight is, it is not a teleportation, it is impossible to arrive instantly, not to mention that this is a champion knight who has infused his own spirit, even if he is prepared, he may not be able to take it easily, let alone slow down the line, just have time to block one of his hands in front.

In the face of the infusion of tons of throwing spears, the hand of the duke's guard is the mantis arm that blocks the car, and the sluggish effect is minimal, penetrating through, and nailed deeply into Duke Borg's body, piercing so deep that the short spear of one meter and two is nearly half submerged into Duke Borg's body.

For his own reasons, he actually affected the outcome of the assassination of a duke, which made Sean's heart full of absurdity and weirdness, was the situation in front of him a coincidence?

If the latter is the case, the scheming of the people who designed this bureau is really terrible.

Sean's hesitation lasted less than half a second, and at the urging of the chief of the guardess, he entered the secret passage, and the chief of the female guard jumped in after him, and pulled a thicker baffle over his hand to re-seal the secret passage.

Although it was impossible to be exactly the same as before, no one noticed it at all in the current chaos, and even the disappearance of the three of them, few people noticed.

"Protect His Highness!"

"Protect the Duke!"

"Someone assassinated the Duke and captured the Assassins!

"Lord Duke is dead, Lord Duke is dead, Lord Duke is killed by traitors!"

"Kill these two slaves, kill these two traitors, and avenge the Duke!"

The entire gladiatorial arena was boiling, and many people felt that their brains were going to boil, and it was completely insufficient.

Starbuck dared to assassinate the city, the supreme ruler of the military domain, and their king, Duke Borg, in full view of everyone.

How could he, how dare he do that?

The most incredible thing is that he actually succeeded.

In order to show his image, Duke Borg built the rostrum high enough and the position was convex enough that everyone could see him on the high platform at a glance when watching the gladiatorial fight.

Therefore, when he was shot by a spear, it was also in full view, coupled with the involuntary exclamations of the guards on the high platform, which made everyone think about it, and for a while, they shouted everything.

On the contrary, Starbuck, the initiator in the field, looked calm, and smiled at the bloody storm Dicron with teeth, "Dear brother, you have no other choice now, join us!"

Bloody Storm Dicron felt his blood curdling, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"Why did you do this? You are a free man, joining the gladiatorial fight is just your personal hobby, you are tired of this business, you just turn away, why do you want to encourage those brothers to riot? Do you think that gladiators don't shed enough blood? Power is really so important to you, and you should do whatever it takes?"

"Insurrection? You call our righteous uprising an insurrection?"

Starbuck, who had been tepid, was stimulated by a certain word in Dicklon's words and roared angrily.

"Yes, I am indeed a free man, but I have always treated you, all the gladiators, as brothers, I can turn away, what about you, what about my brothers? what about them? haha...... It's ridiculous that you think I'm doing all this for power, if I'm really greedy for power, as long as I find a random duke to swear allegiance, power is at my fingertips, why should I go far?"

"I originally thought that you were cold-faced and hot-hearted, but you were soft-hearted, and you couldn't give up what you have now, but I didn't expect me to be wrong, you don't deserve to be called a gladiator at all, you have long been corrupted and assimilated by those people, and you have long become a cold-blooded monster! ”

"Don't you think it's hypocritical to say this now? My retreat has been completely blocked by you, how can I go?"

Dicron retracted his short knife and threw Starbuck's half-handed sword at him.

"You've finally figured it out? It's the best, haha, you and I join forces, what else in this world can stump us. ”

Starbuck laughed excitedly, he was the kind of person who didn't care about the process as long as he achieved his goal, and persuaded Dicron that the matter was half the battle.

Starbuck valued Dicron so much, not only because the other party was a champion knight on an equal footing with him, but also because of the influence of the other party in the slave gladiator.

Just like Dicron himself just said, Starbuck is an outsider after all, he treats those slave gladiators as brothers, not necessarily others treat him as brothers, if it comes to influence among slave gladiators, three Starbucks are tied up, and none of them is strong Dicron.

In the eyes of many slave gladiators, Dicron was their idol in life, and it was precisely because of his success that countless slave gladiators in the dark saw light and hope, and his influence was far greater than he imagined.

Dicron himself is also cold on the outside and hot on the inside, after he was freed, he did not forget his roots, and did his best to help those slave gladiators, helping them to fight for more living space, although the person is weak, the change is minimal, but what he did, left a reputation among the slave gladiators.

The slave gladiator revolt joined by Dicron was called a real uprising, and the followers were like clouds.

If it was a slave gladiator revolt led by Starbuck alone, it would have turned into a riot in the end.

There was already a team of guards on the rostrum who rushed down angrily, Duke Borg had an accident under their protection, whether they lived or died, they would not have a good time in the future, if they could take down the murderer, they could make up for it, and the punishment would be lighter, even if they faced two champion knights at this moment, they couldn't take care of it.

In addition, there were a large number of self-sustaining and brave slave owners, with their own guards rushed into the field, one wanted to make meritorious service, and the other wanted to make up for the merit like those guards, and it was none other than Dicklon's master Bill who rushed to the front.

As Bill ran, he shouted loudly: "Dicklon, we have all seen the situation just now, you are innocent, hurry up and help take down this murderer, everything will have nothing to do with you." ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, I can't go back!" "Blood Storm Dicron shook his head, "Your Excellency, please leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!"

As long as you take down this traitor, you will only have merit and no sin. ”

Bill tried his best to convince Dicron that he was his own man after all, and that if he didn't get involved in the whole thing, it would have a fatal effect on him.

"Kill, kill!"

"The slaves have rioted, run away!"

"Help, slaves are killing!"

The larger commotion from behind made Bill fully understand what Dicron meant by the lack of return, and countless slave gladiators opened the door of gladiatorial fighting, rushed out like wild beasts, and cut down the guards who had escaped within a few meters to the ground.

Slave Riot!

Mass slave revolt!

Starbuck's recent intervention was not a temporary act, but a well-planned slave rebellion!

As a large-scale gladiatorial match, only two champion knights could not support the whole court, and their duel was just a king-to-king collision.

This was followed by a bloody scuffle, in which the radicals and conservatives prepared up to 100 slave gladiators for an unprecedented scuffle.

The Great Scuffle did happen, but not between gladiators, but between gladiators and slave owners.

When it comes to what slave owners fear most?

The slave revolt was undoubtedly in the first place.

Not only because the slaves were their property, but the slave revolt meant that a lot of property would be lost.

And because those slaves were full of malice and hostility towards their slave owners, once they broke free from their cages, they were the first to tear them apart.

In order to prevent this possibility, the subordinates usually adopt a high-pressure policy - why not adopt a soft policy?

The relationship between slave owners and slaves was inherently antagonistic, especially between slave owners and slave gladiators.

Unless they are given freedom, this contradiction can never be eased.

The fighting style between the radicals and the conservatives has further exacerbated this contradiction and conflict.

Don't think that slave gladiators would be grateful to conservatives with relatively moderate policies.

In essence, neither the radicals nor the conservatives saw them as human beings, but as a tool of competition, and the slave gladiators under both sides were the biggest victims.

The first thing these slave gladiators, full of resentment and anger, did when they broke out of their cages was to vent, and the slave owners and gladiator spectators in the audience were their best vents.

Their means of venting are nothing more than what they do best - killing.

"Kill!"

Starbuck was afraid that Dicastron, who had finally pulled to his side, would appear repeatedly, shouted violently, and made the first move, so that Dicron had no way to turn back.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the direction in which Starbuck rushed to kill was the direction where Dicklon's former owner, Bill, was.

The previous two champion knights were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes, and there were countless moves, and after a long time, it would give people a feeling of not being enough.

But it wasn't until the fight that I realized how terrible the opponent's swordsmanship was.

Many times, the gaze can keep up with the speed of the other party's sword, but the body reaction can't keep up.

His own sword had just stretched out a third of the way, and the opponent's sword had already been handed out, and it was withdrawn, and it drew a 180-degree semicircle, harvesting several lives.

It wasn't until Starbuck rushed over for a few seconds that the men fell to the ground, blood spurting out like a fountain under the intense pressure of their hearts.