The gladiator's tunnel in the Arena of Laria was cold and damp, and moss grew silently through the cracks of the stone bricks, but Esher could still clearly smell the restless hormones of the men, which reminded him of his ten years in the Colosseum of Yanos, and the smell that had grown with him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The old drunkard trained him to be a warrior who could fight Oruba, and this smell molded him into a man as strong as a rock.

The wooden fence slowly opened, and the afterglow of dusk fell on the ground of the arena. Let's go! Eshu pondered and rushed out of the gladiator's passage.

The person in charge stood on the high platform and stared at Esher firmly. At his behest, half of the participants in this real sword duel were veteran fighters under the arena, striving to eliminate Eshua as quickly as possible. Although the suit of armor and horses was still in the hands of the notary, it seemed to the person in charge that they were already in his pocket. At the beginning of the new year, there is such a good thing, and it seems that I have been blessed by the goddess of order. However, soon the face of the person in charge changed, he subconsciously leaned forward, his bloated body pressed against the railing, and exclaimed: "Oh my God! ”

Eshua reversed the hilt of his sword and slammed it into the nose of a fighter who was charging at him, then struck a shield from behind to knock down an enemy waiting for an opportunity to sneak up from behind. As soon as he came on the stage, he noticed a few malicious glances, and half of the players were approaching him, intentionally or unintentionally, forming a potential encirclement. It's just that before they could further compress the defensive line, Eshu had already made a brazen move!

Survive? The term hadn't even crossed Essho's mind once. He knew that the Arena would go to great lengths to eliminate him, and would even put a lot of money in his arsenal for it. But he has the courage to gamble, and naturally he has the determination to defeat all enemies!

Sheep also want to besiege and kill tigers? Naive! Eshua is clearly the object of surrounding, but he has the initiative! All who came within arm's length of him had been stabbed in the ribs with his rough practice sword, and the hidden arrows in the distance had been swept away by him with his shield, and he tore at the encirclement against him with all his might. The rest of the participants who were still fighting were dumbfounded, and by the time they came to their senses, Eshyus had already smashed the last veteran fighter with a single punch, charging at them, and then swept them out of the field like a whirlwind.

The spectators in the stands were completely crazy at this point: where is this real sword duel? They hadn't even heated their butts in the audience before the match was decided. The only thing they saw was Eshua striking and striking and attacking, and the players around him fell and fell and fell like wheat under a sickle, and none of them could get up.

The heavy body of the person in charge of "Bang" overwhelmed the railing, and half of his body slipped out weakly, like a fat pig being pushed onto the board. The attendant screamed and rushed forward, and finally pulled him back. "It's over......" the person in charge muttered in despair, he was still thinking about how to make a move in this set of death knight armor, but this thought was immediately trampled under the feet of Aexiu. Now, it is he who has to bear the sky-high loss of 100,000 dinars.

100,000 dinars...... This piece of fat arena that hurts the muscles and bones can't be cut out at all, and even if the financial resources are sufficient, the person in charge does not have the authority to dispatch such a huge amount of money. But once reported, his business career will inevitably come to a dark end. What to do, what to do? He racked his brains until Eshu came to him, and he didn't come up with a proper plan. However, the first sentence that Eshua said made him feel like he was struck by lightning:

"One hundred and twenty-two thousand one hundred dinars, and then gamble."

One hundred and twenty-one thousand!

For a moment, the person in charge felt like he was about to be suffocated by the ocean of dinars, and he looked at Eshu in horror as if he were a demon who had come out of hell. The person in charge almost groaned and said, "True Sword Duel does not accept bets of more than five thousand......

"Oh, that's right. Then split it into twenty-one and bet five thousand each. Rest assured, it will be over before seven o'clock. Estheu said he didn't even care that the 10,000 stakes in his first game were beyond the 5,000 stake, "If you still have enough fighters to finish these twenty-two." ”

He...... Know the shady scenes of the arena! Sweat spread all over the head of the person in charge, he forced a smile, and actually regained some composure: "Very good, this will be handled for you." The entourage looked at him in shock: My lord, is this crazy?

Ai Xiu went down to prepare, and the person in charge gasped heavily, and flames gradually rose in his bloodshot eyes, like an old fox who had been cornered, and finally abandoned his cunning at the last moment, showing the ruthlessness of a wolf. He grabbed a dagger and stormed the door.

Arena Notary Office.

The notary is a down-and-out old nobleman who has spent his life taking care of some so-called heirlooms of scoundrels, and he also feels that he is a third life and is fortunate to be in the same room with a set of death knight armor. He hadn't even watched the real sword duel, and if it weren't for his old age and frailty, he would have gone to see if the Death Knight horse was really as bloody as it had been rumored, with horns on its head and black smoke coming out of its nostrils. The old nobleman estimated that there was still some time before the end of the real sword duel, and then this suit of armor would be taken to the auction floor by the arena - no, not necessarily, the old nobleman recalled the young man's calm eyes, clear enough to see his strong self-confidence in them, even if his self-confidence was very inexplicable, but the old nobleman still had a few seconds to look forward to the possibility of Esher's victory. As an elder, he never skimps on the expectations of young people, which also makes him have a high reputation in Laria despite his family's downfall.

The door rang, and the old nobleman subconsciously turned around, and saw the person in charge who was sweating profusely, and before he could open his mouth to ask about the victory, a dagger had already stabbed him in the chest.

Poof! The person in charge gasped and laboriously pulled out the dagger, blood splattering his face. The old nobleman who was not dead looked at him in horror, and subconsciously reached out to grab the person in charge, but he stabbed him a few times. The annoyed person in charge reached out to break it, but the hands that were as old as withered branches were like iron tongs, and he had to cut off the corners of his clothes to get out.

The entourage who followed "Your Excellency ......" was stunned, but fortunately, the person in charge did not make a move to him, he just motioned to the entourage to put on the set of death knight armor: "Prepare the carriage, let's go." ”

"Let's go? Where to? ”

"Go to White Hart Fort and join Baron Eldred!"

It was so smooth that Estheu frowned and knocked over the last opponent. He could feel the perfunctory nature of this real sword duel, and the participants looked like street thugs, the strongest of whom was only the level of a junior fighter. Is the arena a broken jar? Or is it ...... Essho raised his head and glanced around the audience, but did not find the person in charge. Not good! Suddenly he realized something, turned and walked away.

Jeffrey and Salamatan arrive at the arena gate, where the gate slams open, and a carriage rushes out in a panic, nearly sweeping Jeffrey under the wheels. He was so angry that he yelled at the back of the car, but a rushing smell of blood immediately covered his mouth. Jeffrey was caught off guard, the acid water in his stomach poured up, and he almost wanted to gag.

"A real sword duel killed someone?" Salaman was shocked, his first thought was that the young man of unknown origin, with his skills, it was possible to take people's lives with the practice of weapons.

"Is that the kid?" Jeffrey is also suspicious, and then he smells an opportunity to win over Essho, which is a good time to force him to make a deed of sale! He impatiently entered the door, followed by Salaman. On the way to the reception room, they bumped into Essiu in front of them, and before they could ask, Eschu had already bumped into them and went straight to the notary's office.

The door of the notary office was wide open, and the thick smell of blood wafted unscrupulously through the corridors, and as soon as Eshua rushed in, he saw the old nobleman lying in a pool of blood, dead and dead. The Death Knight Armor is gone.

"This ......," Jeffrey Salaman, who arrived later, quickly thought of the blood-soaked carriage, "what happened?" ”

As soon as Eishu told him what had happened, their faces became gloomy. But at this time, the carriage must have already left the city, how could it catch up?

Eshua half-crouched down and silently closed the old nobleman's eyes. He sighed in his heart, realizing that he had pushed the person in charge too hard, and did not even leave him room to mediate. "What is the January tax revenue of the richest town on the mainland?" He suddenly asked a mindless question.

Jeffrey was stunned for a moment, and replied casually: "Last year's record was the imperial city of Sarion, with a tax of 2.8 million dinars. ”

Sure enough, I made a common-sense mistake...... He actually wants to squeeze half of the oil and water of a large town's January tax revenue out of the arena. And I didn't notice the person in charge of the situation at the first time - damn it!

Jeffrey spied on Eshy's face, of course he knew the purpose of Eshy's visit to the arena, but obviously he didn't expect such a big commotion. This is a complete set of Death Knight armor! Jeffrey heard his merchant soul wailing, and actually took it to make a bet on a real sword duel, which was really a tyrannical thing! It should be packed into a sparkling crystal box, placed on the finest red satin, and become the finale of the auction to detonate everyone's eyeballs!

Wait a minute? Auctions? Jeffrey's eyes rolled around, a fox-like smile appeared on his face, and Salaman couldn't help but shudder beside him, this old boy could still make a mistake from it?

Essho also noticed Geoffrey's ill-intentioned expression and remained silent: "What do you want to say?" ”

"There's an auction in Laria tonight, and I can help you sell that Death Knight warhorse, and I'll sell you six." Jeffrey showed off his sword in the open, and grabbed more than half of the profit as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes." Without hesitation, Eshua lay down on the chopping board wisely and obediently. Jeffrey was caught off guard by his assertiveness, and he expected that the young man would face his blade, fight against him and fight for his interests, and then be defeated in the face of the cruel reality. At this point, Jeffrey was able to raise the offer further to the seven-three...... Even eighty-two is close to the proportion of squeezing. But Eshua was so decisive that he accepted Jeffrey's offer and was slashed severely, but he didn't give Jeffrey a chance to tear his mouth open. Jeffrey remembered Salaman's evaluation of Essho, and re-examined the young man in front of him, and at the same time felt a little regretful: if he had figured out this kid's temperament earlier, why did he bother to make such a reserved offer?