Sitting on the haystack in his cell, his knees propped up on his elbows, his fingers crossed and his chin pressed against his knuckles, Todd looked at Boyle's already cold corpse and fell into deep thought.

He knew how ugly and ugly his face must be now.

The original plan: to rescue Boyle tonight and learn the whereabouts of Aisha from his mouth. Find the latter, take the two with you, and find a suitable place to set up an outpost in the southern region of the North.

Boyle was in charge of the camp's housekeeping, Aisha was guarding the sea lanes, and the Kingdom of Twilight was in charge of material support.

That's the plan, yes.

However, there was a major accident in the first step.

As the leader of the puppet regime of the Twilight Kingdom, Boyle died in this small and dark cell because of his injuries.

Digging his fingers deep into his hair, Todd's eyes widened, his expression frustrated, and he sighed heavily: "Is it the goddess of bad luck who has taken a fancy to me?" Or did you provoke some guy with a super low luck value recently?"

Spat into the roof, Todd muttered to himself, "What's next?"

Boyle is dead, and there is no point in staying here.

The best option at the moment is to get out of here immediately and find another way.

But Todd was really a little unwilling, and the strategy of the Twilight Kingdom about the northern frontier was the result of repeated discussions between him and Emerson. Boyle has a high reputation among the barbarian tribes, has many followers, and has many growing strongholds, making him the best person to defend against the kingdoms of Ulster and Connaught.

Moreover, there is another reason that haunts him.

Boyle's words before he died made Todd feel relatable.

A leader, who was still thinking about his people before he died, begged for help, and Todd seemed to see himself in Boyle a few years ago.

Thinking back to the "Trail of Sighs" he visited during the day, the thousands of slaves buried alive, Todd shuddered.

If Boyle's death were discovered tomorrow morning, his people would have met the same tragic fate.

Standing up, his left hand on his right elbow and his right hand touching the bridge of his nose, Todd kept circling around the cell, pondering possible countermeasures.

The long night passed slowly, and the east gradually began to white.

With the sound of the morning bell in his ears, Todd, who had been meditating all night, stared at Boyle's corpse, and a crazy idea swirled in his head.

The idea was so brain-opening that Todd himself was a little undecided. But time is of the essence, and if you miss it now, you may not have such an opportunity in the future.

Thinking of this, Todd no longer hesitated and began to take off Boyle's clothes. (Editor's note: Not what you think.) ）

Putting Boyle's clothes on himself, Todd began to observe every scar, birthmark, mole, and tattoo on the other's body.

Using the "shaping" ability gifted by Clawrence, Todd observed the man on the ground while changing the shape of the skin and fat in his body.

The shape of the face gradually changes, the skin color darkens, and the marks are reproduced one by one.

Half an hour later, Todd had completely transformed into Boyle.

Standing up straight and comparing himself with the deity on the ground, Todd nodded in satisfaction, then frowned and shook his head.

The "Sculpting" ability can alter a creature's soft skin and fat connectivity, but it can't reshape bones.

Boyle was about 30 years old and about 177 centimeters tall. Todd is eighteen years old (otherworldly age) and 171 cm tall. If you look closely, you can still tell the difference from the size of the two.

But at this juncture, there is no way to take care of so much.

Putting his clothes on Boyle's body, Todd used his ability to control the earth, turning the prison floor into soft quicksand.

Watching Boyle's corpse slowly be swallowed by the earth, Todd took out a silver coin from his pocket, put it on the other party's chest, and said quietly: "I can't give you a promise before you die, and after you die, I will do my best to fulfill your last wish." ”

The earth and sand buried the hero, and the last place of his life became his burial place.

Todd re-solidified and leveled the soft gravel with his ability to look just like the original ground, then walked to the corner of the cell, peeled open the haystack, and buried his belongings, especially the "Amber Stone" given by Leviathan, to the ground.

With all that done, Todd sat cross-legged on the floor and began to think about what to do next.

This morning, there will be a gladiatorial show by the boyle.

To say that it is a performance is actually equivalent to a execution.

The Kingdom of Ulster has always had the most brutal and harsh attitude towards rebels.

The most important task at the moment is to win this gladiatorial fight. If they win, Boyle and his people may have a chance to live, and the northern strategy of the Dusk Kingdom can be successfully implemented, but if they lose, everyone will only have one result: death.

So, victory is a must, but another question arises - how can you win without flaws?

In the final analysis, Boyle is just an ordinary person with a slightly higher force value and no special abilities, and after several days of torture, his current state should be weak and extremely low in combat.

In this regard, there are three points that should be noted.

First, in order to prevent others from questioning their identity, all abilities with light and sound effects cannot be used.

For example, "Weaken" and "Split", which emit a dim light, "Soil Control", which can manipulate the earth, and "Metal Skin", which can transform skin into metal. The only abilities that can be used to a limited extent are "Perspective", "Eagle Eye", "Regeneration", "Pain Resistance", "Strength Enhancement", "Speed", and other abilities that do not attract the attention of others.

The second point is that the monster form should never be used. Todd, who transforms into a monster, can indeed defeat most enemies, but this will inevitably reveal his identity and attract a lot of attention. If that happens, not to mention that your identity is exposed, you may even have an unexpected strong enemy coming to you.

The last point is to "perform" as much as possible. Having heard Richel introduce Boyle's life, Todd has a certain understanding of this northern man, and what he needs to do now is to play Boyle's love and righteousness, show his wit and bravery, and of course, the most important thing is to perform the strength that suits the role.

Just as Todd was figuring out the character, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of the prison corridor.

A gladiatorial arena supervisor, two Ulster soldiers approached Boyle's cage.

The former couldn't help but be startled when he saw the 'prisoner' who had broken free and sat calmly on the ground.

"How did you untie these ropes?!" (Northland)

Todd, who couldn't understand Northland, glanced at him coldly according to the plan he had conceived in advance, and played Boyle's unruly performance 1510.

Enraged, the director used the key to open the cell door, pulled out the wooden stick he had with him, and struck Todd hard at the back.

Todd, who had been reformed by a tyrant in the Land of Shadows, was like an itch to him.

But before the play was about to be played, Todd let out a scream, fell to his knees, and curled up weakly.

"You don't know what to do, today is your death!" (Northland)

The director, who breathed a sigh of relief, was in a good mood, and made up for Todd on the ground again, and then glanced at the soldiers behind him.

Two soldiers of the Ulster Kingdom, one on the left and one on the right, set up Todd and dragged him in the direction of the Colosseum.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there were nearly 3,000 spectators sitting in the huge venue.

There are two reasons why so many people gather here. The first is because the king of Ulster is here today to watch the gladiatorial battle, and the second is because the famous rebel leader, the boyle, will decide his fate here today.

As the Ulster King rang the bells, a warrior stumbled out of the gladiator's gate.

There was a lot of talk in the audience.

"Is this the boyle? Isn't he supposed to be five meters tall, with arms like wine barrels, and a fireball in his mouth?"

"Look at his body, he's as thin as a skinless mouse!"

"What kind of thing is he wearing? leather armor? Looking at the condition, could it be an antique left over from the era of the old gods? haha!"

"And the sword in his hand! Look at the color, made of wood?!"

Standing in the middle of the arena, Todd looked around and saw Richell in the crowd glaring at him.

Not long ago, Todd spent ten minutes in the soul space in two seconds in the real world to explain his plan to Rachel.

After that, Todd spent another full hour appeasing Richel's anger.

The host's voice from the gladiatorial arena interrupted Todd's train of thought: "Today's showdown is a pinnacle showdown!"

"Today's gladiator is the fierce and brutal rebel leader Boyle, who single-handedly defeated the kingdom's Commander Madeqi and led the rebels to conquer the prison ......of Maideya."

Listening to the host introduce the past deeds one by one, Todd knew that Boyle had done so many great things and had such a great influence in the entire North.

"As for the gladiator's opponents......! Skinner!"

A strong man with a height of two meters slowly walked in from the other end of the gladiatorial arena. He was dressed in armor made of human skin, and held a clumsy but sharp scythe in his hand, with a shriveled human head hanging from his waist.

"A demon from the northern jungle! Nineteen gladiatorial battles without defeat! He is a nightmare for every opponent! He is also the undefeated legend of the 'Red Circle'!"

Looking at this behemoth and slowly walking in front of him, Todd looked at the human skin and human head on the other party with disgust.

"In the name of the king, I declare, the gladiatorial fight begins!"

Before the words could be spoken, the skinner attacked first.

A huge scythe slashed at Todd's shoulder.

The latter instinctively made a defensive counterattack: first dodging the attack sideways, then stretching out his leg and kicking, and finally jumping backwards to distance the two.

However, Todd forgot one thing.

With this kick, he kicked the opponent, kicked the two-meter-tall giant into the air, and slid backwards for more than ten meters.

The entire gladiatorial arena, because of this kick, suddenly became silent.

Hearing the exclamations and inhalations coming from the stands, Todd, grinning with his teeth, had a completely broken antique expression on his face.

He looked at his opponent who couldn't struggle on the ground, stuck out his tongue, and whispered: "I'll strangle it, it seems that the strength is a little stronger......"