Du Heng arranged for nearly forty people to guard the cash box today, and the gambling game had been sealed before noon, and the nobles placed bets according to their names, guessing who would come out on top.

Although the scene was tepid, with sticks and fists and kicks being so-so, they all sat in their own villages, and they all pulled up the enthusiasm of the audience.

The wooden plaque is engraved with the name on the wall, and if it is still there in the afternoon, then the punters can have a spacious and chic evening.

The guards were shining, their axes stuck in the ground, and they were not at all in the same posture as yesterday.

Warlord education is usually based on sticks, and the time spent by decent people on books or studying etiquette is spent on military swords and swords.

As a result, many of the noble wooden cards have been crossed out by charcoal, leaving only a few of the bloodiest and most brutal guys on the field.

As the afternoon approached, yesterday's Prisoners Game feasted the eyes of the spectators, so the anticipation was also rising, with drums rumbling and roaring.

The table area has cooled down, without which the prisoners would not have survived today.

In the afternoon, the format was changed, and the contestants were to slaughter the prisoners in full gear, and each head was given a score, with the most prominent "Adam" being set at a five.

They were meant to be playthings to sabotage to please the masses.

So if there's nothing greasy in there, that's a joke.

The punters are almost all on the side of the nobility, and the radicals who bet a little on the underdog will put a few pieces of copper wolf or silver python on the other side.

Duheng frowned and watched as the coins were piled up in columns and together to form a hill, condescendingly contemptuous of the small hill beside him.

It's like a torture table, waiting for the blood to flow slowly.

The scum just wants the fight to be violent enough.

Fairness, glory, life and death, no one cares.

This kind of nonsense used to trick the prisoners into fighting back is like carefully feeding cattle and sheep before slaughter, making them struggle in the direction they want.

Prisoners who managed to survive the athletic convention and bow down at the feet of the lord to offer their loyalty, there are almost none.

Duheng frowned and left, he wanted to meet Adam and ask him if he had any plans.

Well?

Exclamations were heard, and the crowd was so agitated that it tingled down the spine.

"Prisoner, five golden crows!"

The punter holds his head high, like a rooster, to make people feel his pride.

Before the cold sound subsided, I heard the man say again.

"Adam, just press this man, ten golden crows!"

There was a discussion in the crowd, someone pressed down the odds, and if it was really an upset, then this guy would inevitably become the winner with the biggest gains.

The onlooker's eyes twinkled, and he bit his mouth and fell into thought, his fingers rubbing deep into his pocket.

"Look down on this idiot, does he think this is a masked casino?"

Du Heng coldly commanded, the other party's clothes were between shabby and luxurious, and he couldn't figure out what this person was about, and he wanted to squander his net worth like this.

The army soldiers secretly kept him in the middle, and someone had already led him into the box.

That room is all broad, and personal safety is a little guaranteed.

Duheng sighed and left, warning several of the thugs with his eyes.

Guess how the corpses in those secluded places on the side of the road outside the gate of Taigangda City came from?

……

[Team: 14]

[Remaining Enemies: 15]

Today, no one even assigned them weapons, and those broken copper and iron are still the same as yesterday's, and they haven't even been soaked in blood clots.

[The morale of the team is low, and the enthusiasm of the audience is high]

From time to time, dust fell in the passage, wisps of dust churned in the sunlight that slipped in.

Adam's face was calm, and he was not in chains today, apparently hoping that the prisoner would escape more quickly.

Hitting a moving target is more rewarding, isn't it?

He straightened the rag and widened the gap with his sword, tearing it into strips with a thud.

"Adam, they ......"

"Shhh

【Deathmatch Prisoner】

[Attitude: Despair]

【Specialty: Fight】

[Monologue: It's all over.] 】

Adam hooked the other man's arm, all his fingers shaking, and the blood flowed backwards visibly, pale and powerless all over every inch of his skin.

"They will do everything in their power to keep your dog's life here for the pleasure of slaughter. Yesterday, you should have only survived a few people, but I gave you an extra meal.

Today, I'm going to work on it, but someone will die here, good luck, guys. ”

The voice is smooth and powerful, like spring water slipping into the heart.

Hope, with a deadly addiction, can't forget that taste, will fall into it, chasing that kind of vague thrill.

Some people have stopped praying and have begun to listen to this last speech.

[Prisoner's Loyalty Increases]

Adam put the rope snarl around the opponent's thumb, and the strap was placed on the back of his hand, wrapping around his wrist and palm, and deftly passing through other gaps.

【Simple Strap】

The arena had already sentenced them to death, and it was impossible to give gloves, so they could only restrain their strength and protect their muscles in this way.

Not everyone has their own resilience, in terms of data and quality, they are too different, although the growth is considerable, but the front is a dead end.

"Can you hear the audience cheering? The code is set on you, and your opponents snatch your head, eager to claim the reward. ”

He patted the other man on the cheek, a defiant gesture that stirred up blood and briefly pounded the heart.

"Breathe, all breathe deeply."

Everyone did so, but soon gave up.

Because when you are nervous and desperate, the air is full of fear, and every time your chest rises and falls, your nose is sore, and you want to escape or cry.

"They think you're rabbits, but you're wolves, the worst and fiercest prisoners, and think of how the wine got down your throats.

There is also a meat steak, which needs to be brushed with sauce to make the whole bite strong enough, right? As the suckling pig is a little skinny, but it tastes okay after stuffing fruits and spices. ”

The throat swelled, someone quickly wiped away tears and laughed, the scene was a little bitter, but it was not so silent.

How many people can be taken out alive?

Adam was also asking himself.

It is difficult to calculate people's hearts, even if he is not afraid to speculate on the other party with the most despicable imagination, but when he sees that battle, he still grits his molars.

The numerically superior nobles were almost fully armed, with shiny silver cuirass and sharp blades hidden in the scabbard of their crotch.

There are many different styles of boots, but in the end, they are mostly iron, warlords and nobles have different financial resources, and there are many leaders who are keen on livestock and harvest equipment.

With a broad axe in his hand, he felt confident looking at the meat on the cutting board.

The wooden fence fell, and the prisoners were cut off from retreating, and they hesitated, and the arrows on the wooden bows could not be straightened.

"Adam!"

There was a shout from the top of his head, and he turned to see Duheng leaning against the platform, the other party's expression was complicated, but he still picked the buckle from the side and raised his arm.

The black shadow crossed the arc and landed in his hand.

【Taigang Dawei Sabre】

【Advanced Weapon】

[Damage: 115~135]

[Notes: This thing symbolizes a certain stance.] 】

Adam adjusts his breathing and focuses on his eyes, Du Hengren is righteous, and the gap between the high platform and the flat ground is not as simple as the audience and the prisoner.

You have to find a way to survive.

The blade slashed across the inner sheath, and the bare feet gradually accelerated with the sound of stabbing.

Whipped in the wind, flashing steel planes imprinted faces, eyes unwavering, firm and reliable, answering all cries and sheltering anyone who dwells behind them.