The Colosseum of Janos is one of the most majestic wonders of the Empire, with an elliptical wall of 20,000 square meters and four megalithic statues connecting its long and short axes. They were His Majesty Osa, the founding emperor of the Empire, and his three most powerful generals, the first three consuls of the Empire.www.biquge.info The stone statue is fifty meters tall and has a cold face. His Majesty Osa stood and looked north, and behind him was a sea of despair that was forever roaring. Before Osa conquered Janos, the first thing he conquered was the treacherous sea. Ossa pressed his hands on Bacchus's ornate sword, not angry. The body of the sword is chronicled with reliefs to record the great exploits of the founding emperor. Standing at the foot of the stone statue and looking up, you will feel the majesty of the incomparable water flowing down like a waterfall, washing and shaking your heart.

This is Osa Soren, the general of Guaguacs who was praised by Duke Alfred as "the unknown commander after Osa", and it is just a stone statue that is enough to get a glimpse of the famous general's demeanor of Pande.

Marius Sauron bowed to his great-grandfather, a direct descendant of Osa who defeated Demos on the occasion of the Empire's election. Augusta, bringing imperial power back into the hands of the House of Sauron. Behind the Emperor, the three consuls also bowed respectfully.

"The Empire is immortal." Marius said. Behind him, the blood-boiling roars of thirty thousand imperial men were forming a frenzy that swept in: "Immortal Empire!" Empire is immortal! Empire is immortal! ”

Crown Prince Kir Soren had an unhealthy flush on his face, he coughed lightly, his body shook slightly, and he was supported by Elise in time: "Brother, is your body okay?" ”

"It's okay, I can't help but get excited when I see my country's men so excited." The crown prince, who had been cursed by the snake cult since childhood, smiled reluctantly at his sister and straightened up again. "Let's go, the New Year's festival has begun. Oruba! This sentence was said to a burly man behind Kiel who was carrying a long sword and was almost ****, "Win the championship of the athletic conference!" ”

"Yes! His Royal Highness the Prince! The First Warrior of the Empire looked at the building that had stood on the Pander continent for a hundred years with burning eyes, licked his somewhat dry lips, and smiled like a beast.

"Into town!" Marius ordered. The three consuls mounted their horses and prepared to garrison their troops. "Scolero," Marius said abruptly to the commander of the Shadow Legion, "the Shadow Legion belongs, and the last to enter the city." ”

A few sparks burst out of Scoleroru's eyes, but Archon Keros bumped into him silently and shook his head gently, "Please allow me to enter the city with my soldiers." ”

"Then you'll stay last." Marliu said coldly, turning to a man in the prime of life, his eyes warm. "Sir Grave, please come with me into the city."

The dense drumbeat of "Knock Knock Knock ......" is still clearly audible in the boiling vocals. Emperor Marius sat on his throne like a mountain, with a panoramic view of the entire gladiatorial arena. Suddenly, a strange emotion swelled up in his heart, which was incomparably ridiculous for the emperor of a powerful country—he got what he wanted. Yes, Marius has waited too long for this day, and the location of the annual festival has been decided by the Goddess of Creation Order, which is called the will of the goddess - let him fart Alfred! , Marius remembered that Janos had not held an annual sacrifice for ten years and hated it, the will of the goddess? It's just a kennel with the names of the three archons written on it. Thanks to the blessings of those gods, Isos and Sezi's economy over the years has overpowered Janos by an unknown number of heads. Keros's Shadow Legion has expanded three times. As for Justus, who sits on Issos, the country of abundance, he has three phalanxes of Holy Sepulchre spearmen under his command! (1 square, 15x15)

Restraint, restraint, Marius found that his hands were unconsciously pinched white, and hurriedly admonished himself to control his anger. Return your attention to the arena. It's just that as an appetizer for athletic conferences, the Colosseum can no longer arouse Marius's interest. Young aristocrats may be overwhelmed by the fight between beasts, but in the eyes of veterans of battle, the roars of the drugged beasts fighting each other are more than enough to make them drowsy. The only thing they can look forward to before the competition is the next **** fight. The fighting spirit and bloodiness of gladiators when they were on the verge of death resonated with men the most. Of course, this is also the time that countless gladiators are looking forward to. When the sword fighter Oruba was still an unknown imperial death row prisoner, he made a name for himself by killing thirty-seven fierce beasts in a row in ten minutes in the gladiatorial arena, and became the captain of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's personal guard. And it is rumored that at the end of the **** fight, Lord Ouruba will personally choose the fighters! This is undoubtedly a great time to get rid of death row inmates. The basement of the gladiatorial arena was filled with the restless hormonal smell of the men.

Eixiu liked the smell very much, he was wearing only a pair of tattered leather pants all over his body, huddled with a group of similarly dressed death row inmates and waited for the **** fight to begin. He had never fought in a gladiatorial arena, but the old drunkard's casual and brutal training over a decade had forged him into a worthy warrior - and even better. He was once thrown into the pen where the hungry wolf was held in the dead of night by an old drunkard, and then came out the next day in a murderous manner, covered in dried wolf blood, just like the slaughter of thousands of people depicted in ancient books. Under the tutelage of the old drunkard, Essho's bravery and ruthlessness had been soaked in his bones, and his eyes were as quiet and melancholy as those of a bard, like a trickling stream in the city of Issos, but there was a great wind and thunder beneath the water.

"I can't see it, Brother Eshu, you don't have stage fright." Someone stabbed Eshu in a friendly way, and Eshu turned his head in the crowd with some difficulty, recognizing the somewhat immature face: "Jeno? ”

"It's me." Jeno, who was a few years younger than Eshyus, smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. This young man's family was also a nobleman of the empire, but because he offended General Titus, the family suffered. His handsome mother and sister were taken captive by Titus, and the others were thrown into the gladiatorial arena. It's just that he is very optimistic, and he has only been familiar with Eshua within a few days. "Do you hear that?" He whispered, "You listen to the cheers on the ground." The beast fight is coming to an end. It's time for us to play! Jeno's eyes flickered feverishly, "I must live to see Lord Oruba!" ”

"Okay, come on." Esher said. If it weren't for the limited movement, he might have reached out and patted Jeno on the shoulder. At that moment, the platform on which they were standing shook violently and slowly rose up. The hot wind with bloody breath poured down from the top, and everyone's breathing couldn't help but become heavy.

But before they could see the sunlight of Janos, some slender shadows suddenly rushed in. A death row inmate subconsciously reached out to grab it, and suddenly screamed. It turned out to be a colorful poisonous snake! The unlucky ghost had three or four feet attached to his arms, and the blue-black color of death spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the death row prisoner trembled, seeing that there was only breath out, and there was no breath in it.

Damn it! Eixiu scolded secretly, he heard the old drunkard say that the new empire is incompatible with the snake worship sect, and the ancient sect that worships poisonous snakes will raise countless poisonous snakes in the altar, but he didn't expect that the empire didn't choose to make a fire after destroying the snake worship stronghold, but used them as an appetizer for **** buckets! The platform was still creaking and rising, but the death row inmates around Eshu had already fallen one by one, but fortunately the poisonous snakes did not let go after biting people, otherwise they would have died before they could reach the ground. It can't go on like this! Estheu quickly swatted away a few poisonous snakes that were bounced at him, and then he leapt to his feet and lifted the wooden fence above his head alive! Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eishu climbed out on top of the crowd and successfully stood on the ground.

The moment he stood on his toes, there was a sudden three-second silence in the originally crowded stands. The audience was clearly expecting death row inmates screaming to escape from the serpent-infested platform, rather than a man suddenly skewering out of the ground from Exit Seven. How did he get out of the platform surrounded by an ironwood fence? However, it is a pity that this young man does not seem to know the reason why the crossbow shoots the first bird, and he climbs up recklessly alone, fearing that he will not bear the brunt of the attack and be torn to pieces by the beasts in the arena.

"Who wins this bet...... "Kelos and Justes looked at each other, and they each bet on a team of private soldiers, with Keros betting on the eight to come out on death row and Justes on seven. But who wins in this situation? But just as Justes was racking his brains to figure out how to get to a shadow phalanx, the audience suddenly erupted in an exclamation: someone had jumped out of window eight again!

"You're already up." The old drunkard stretched, "Remember, if you want to escape, you have to live to the end." He winked at Eshy, only to find that something was not quite right with the latter's expression. Why don't you look like you've seen a ghost......" The old drunkard muttered, and as soon as the words fell, the old drunkard, who was still stretching his waist, was pushed to the ground by a male lion.

There were bursts of boos from the stands, and the sword fighters under Oruba booed the most: how could there be such a loose death row inmate? But Essho saw it clearly, and the moment the lion pounced, the old drunkard's hand plunged into its chest and pulled out its heart. Don't look at the old drunkard being pushed to the ground, but the lion on his body is already dead of anger. Then what made Eshu laugh dumbly was that the old drunkard actually fell asleep like this. Essho could even hear his undisguised snoring.

If you don't go to the army to be a corps commander, what is it to accompany you in the gladiatorial arena for ten years...... Eshua sneered. Seeing that the beasts were already surrounding him, Esher looked around and saw that all kinds of wooden practice weapons were scattered and piled up at the exit for others to use. Generally speaking, death row inmates will use the same convenient use. But who is Estheau? He had already been trained by the old drunkard to be a warrior with no dead ends, and while the beast was still some distance away from him, Esher simply picked it up in the pile of weapons. Carrying a bow and arrows, hanging a spear, pinning a long sword to the crotch of his trousers, and holding a long stick, suddenly a death row prisoner who can be called armed to the teeth appeared in the audience's sight.

What the? Mo said that it is a few generals who have been in battle for a long time, and those who have a little experience in arena fighting know that this dress has no deterrent effect at all. A person's combat effectiveness is not directly proportional to the amount of equipment on his body. You must know that manpower is sometimes poor, and it is not easy for a soldier to be proficient in a type of weapon, let alone near and far? Therefore, Estheu's style only makes one wonder why this kid survived in the gladiatorial arena.

But it was impossible for Estheu to feel the strange gaze from the audience, he took a deep breath of dry, animal-smelling air, his eyes grew cold, but his blood was boiling.

"Kill!" He let out a low cry, grabbed an arrow from the quiver, half-knelt on the ground to avoid a cheetah's surprise attack, and kicked it on its soft lower abdomen, while the action of opening his bow and arrows was completed, and he shot an arrow through the eye of a wild wolf! Then his arms swapped posts at incredible speed, and his right hand turned into a left one. He stretched out his bow in the flip and aimed an arrow into the cheetah's throat!

In the stands, the generals' expressions suddenly became solemn. Brutus poked Titus, and the two nobles in the empire with the most experience in fighting the Noldor elves exchanged glances, and both found that the fear hidden in each other's eyes was extremely deep.

Noldor Archery, Left and Right Bow. In the protracted tug-of-war between humans and Noldor elves, those natural archers shot and killed many human elites with their left and right bows. Even a Noldor patrol team of less than 100 people can instantly pour out a wave of arrows with a wide coverage! Titus once prided himself on being an elite firebow sniper, but that pride was torn apart by a rainstorm of arrows when he was two hundred paces away from the Noldor Patrol. Looking at the all-too-familiar bow movement of the death row prisoners in the field, General Titus's hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword.

The beast had already surrounded him, and there was no room for Eshu to draw any more arrows from his quiver, and after he had shot all the arrows at hand, he simply threw away the quiver, and lassoed a hyena with a bowstring, intending to hang him. It's a pity that the quality of the weapons provided by the gladiatorial arena is really not flattering, and Eshy used too much force, and the bow broke the "Kara" in two with a single click. The escaped hyena took advantage of the situation and turned its head and bit at Eshyus's neck. However, this caused it to burrow headlong into Eshy's arms, and Shen Xiong's strength burst out in an instant, and the hyena was strangled to its spine before it could whimper. Essho didn't even spare its corpse, he grabbed the hyena's tail and flicked like a windmill, forcing the beast back. But this is by no means a sign of seeking self-preservation, and in the gladiatorial arena, there is no such thing as "self-preservation". Creatures thrown into the arena never have two options: kill, or be killed!

Essho didn't want to be killed, so he chose to kill! And more efficient killing! After a quick change of breath, he threw his spear with both hands. The spears hastily made from sharpened sticks were endowed with terrifying penetration in his hands, and he aimed them precisely into the beasts' forelimbs! Eshua strode up to a wolf that was roaring in pain, and stabbed its throat with a sword, ending its life. His movements are smooth and skillful, and the aesthetics of violence praised by countless battlefield poets are vividly reflected in him!

Emperor Marius looked at the young man who was unstoppable in the herd with great interest, and nodded appreciatively: "Let the ice bear try him." ”