Gladiatorial fighting was a way to please the nobles, especially the great elders. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Living in the mountains for a long time, the descendants of Sparta could hardly find any way to entertain themselves, and they had to hunt every day in addition to their demanding training, which made them feel bored and anxious to find something that would bring them pleasure.

They learned from their elders that in the distant days of their ancestors, there was a prosperous kingdom called Rome, which became the hegemon of the Mediterranean while the great city-state of Sparta was declining.

In that country, a popular activity called gladiatorial warfare was a battle in which warriors fought to please the emperor and the local lords.

Sounds like a bit of an idea.

Therefore, the Great Elder, who had warthirsty blood in his bones, ordered that those who dared to resist among the slaves should be sent to the gladiatorial arena to fight immediately!

To spice things up, the cruel Spartan aristocracy made a bit of an improvement to the game, changing the original man-to-man fight to man and beast.

For example, if a man faces a pack of hungry wolves alone, and the dagger is the only weapon, he will find his own Ifrit sacrifice in the bite of the wolves, and if he can't find it, die.

This practice brought wonderful pleasure to the life of the Spartans, and more importantly, it could stimulate the fighting spirit and desire of the warriors to win.

Why? Because officers ask new soldiers two questions:

Are you afraid to go into the gladiatorial arena? Then don't be a slave for the rest of your life.

How can you not be a slave? There is only one answer - to pay more blood and sweat in training than others!

In general, gladiators had a slightly higher social status than slaves, after all, they still dared to resist, and there was still blood in their bodies, which the Spartans appreciated the most.

There were also gladiators who became superstars because of their invincible fighting skills, and nobles and even the Grand Elders would admire the warriors of these arenas, so that they were relieved of their slave titles and given them a new lease of life.

So, being a slave doesn't mean the end, maybe a better beginning.

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Amidst the cacophony of encouragement, Zheng Fei quietly looked at the two gladiators in the pit, their eyes had long lost their brilliance, and they had to kill their opponents in order to regain their freedom.

The strong desire to survive prompted them to get up again and again after being stabbed with a dagger, forgetting the severe pain caused by the wounds, fighting!

But now, they were facing each other, and they had not been able to move a single step for a long time, and it was clear that their physical strength had been exhausted to the limit.

After waiting for a long time, the Great Elder on the high platform finally began to be dissatisfied, and the scepter in his hand knocked down the ground, his beard was lightly cocked, and he whispered to the entourage beside him.

After listening to this, the attendant ran to the side of a wrestler on the high platform and repeated the order of the Great Elder.

Lux sighed solemnly, picked up two sledgehammers, nodded to his companions, and then looked at the two facing each other in the pit, his eyes pouring out a brief amount of sympathy.

Boom~

Knock knock~

Dozens of wrestlers beat their arms, and the heavy hammers rained down on the war drums, playing a majestic drum sound, which resounded between the earth, so that everyone present was in awe, and people immediately stopped the noise, pricked up their ears to listen, and their hearts were also turbulent with the sound of the drum.

The sound of drums has an indescribable appeal to the Spartans.

Hearing the sound of the drum, the two dying gladiators gradually fell silent, and a strange glow appeared in their dim pupils.

The sound of the drum brought the drum to their hearts and triggered their sacrifice of Ifriit.

From this moment on, they no longer fight for victory or defeat, no longer fight for survival, and seem to have become soulless shells, and if they have to give a reason to fight, it is to fight!

The sound of the drum is a signal that the warrior's willpower has reached its peak!

Fighting!

The two scarred gladiators burst into the corners of their eyes and rushed at each other screaming, stabbing the daggers in their hands.

The result of this gladiatorial battle was that they all ended up.

The Great Elder laughed, and everyone laughed, they liked to see such an ending the most.

At the end of the show, the people dispersed contentedly, still arguing on the way about which gladiator was the bravest.

The Great Elder was still standing on the high platform, his left hand on his scepter, his right hand resting on the guardrail, looking down at the crowds of people, smiling triumphantly.

The attendant held a metal container in both hands, which contained wine mixed with a few drops of the blood of the bravest gladiators.

The Great Elder closed his eyes, muttered a few words to the sky, took the container and drank it all.

"Where are you going next?" asked the attendant humbly.

"Go to the mines and urge the slaves to mine, it's time to make those new weapons. The Great Elder rubbed his eyes, looking a little tired: "Go, bring my Xerxes." ”

Xerxes was his mount, a domesticated European bison.

The reason why it is named Xerxes is because in the first large-scale international war in Europe and Asia in the history of the world - the Polish-Greek War, the three hundred warriors of Sparta, together with some allied troops, faced the Persian army dozens of times their size, successfully hindered the march of the Persian army, and made great contributions to the victory of Greece over Persia.

Xerxes, is the name of the king of Persia.

After watching the gladiatorial fight, the leader remembered that Zheng Fei and Santiago were coming, ran over to say hello to them, and then looked up at the Great Elder on the high platform in the distance.

After a few seconds of pause, he shook his head at Zheng Fei, his eyes revealing deep worry and helplessness, and motioned for him to go with him.

Zheng Fei looked confused, guessing that the old man on the high platform should be the current supreme ruler of Sparta, why didn't the leader dare to go over?

Here, no one dares to offend the authority of the Great Elder, no matter who it is, no matter what the reason, it cannot affect the Great Elder's itinerary, and if you want to report things to the Great Elder, you must take advantage of his leisure.

Seeing that the leader was going to take him to other places, Zheng Fei didn't follow for a long time and stopped in place.

The first moment I arrived in this Elysium, I was filled with beautiful scenery and a heart full of relaxation, and I longed to settle here.

But just now, after seeing the cruel gladiatorial fight of the Spartans, a heavy sense of depression was added to my heart, and I didn't want to stay here for a moment, I just wanted to hurry up and leave, and take this group of Spartan descendants back to America safely.

"Whew!"

Seeing that he did not move, the leader shouted violently and lit the stone hammer.

At this time, the Great Elder had just come down from the high platform, and he was hugging and descending in front and behind, and walked slowly.

Staring at Zheng Fei and Santiago, the Great Elder frowned slightly.

Zheng Fei faced the Great Elder, took out the string of tokens from his arms, stood in the sunlight, and raised his arms high.

Death of Ares...... (To be continued.) )