In the Elven Continent, knights refer to warriors of the first to third orders; There are also great knights above, four to six orders; Paladin, Rank 6 to 9. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the Elven Continent, the great knights are legends, and the paladins are legends.

This is the strength level set by Shi Tang, produced by individuals, and it is not related to other worlds, and every three ladders is a great realm.

The first to third orders are the masters of internal breathing, the third to sixth innate ones, and the sixth to ninth orders have not yet been derived.

Chu Liming has not reached the realm of inner breath, and he is not yet a first-order strength. The bandits call it a knight, right and wrong.

According to the ancient division, his strength is far behind.

The reality is cruel, human beings are weak, how can there be so many first-order masters. Even if there were, they were all recruited by the Half-Elf Kingdom, and who remained in the barren land.

The human lord then indiscriminately filled the number and issued knightly certifications to people who were less than the first rank, but had advanced combat qualities, the legendary pseudo-knights.

When all the knights of human nations are pseudo-knights, the false is also true.

And the mountain bandits in the Elven Continent are completely different from the Wuthering Mountains and Forests in Shi Tang's imagination, and a group of guys who can't even eat enough are really insulting to this bandit.

Terroir, human feelings, culture, all kinds of aspects, pervasive analysis, increase control.

Each reincarnation is a full-featured sensor, constantly delivering information.

The analysis speed of the Elven Continent is one millionth and one millionths of a million.

Chu Liming plans to co-opt the bandits, which is not much difficulty for him, what do the bandits eat after the co-optation, this is the most difficult place.

A group of demoralized bandits, pulling them to fight the castle is looking for death, and there is not enough food elsewhere.

Shi Tang saw how he broke the game, this will be after the bandits are absorbed, and it will take a long time.

This party was put down for the time being, and Shi Tang's gaze moved to other places.

The most powerful person among the reincarnators is called Fu Poor, and he doesn't know what the harvest is, so he tunes out this thread of fate.

"It's a great place."

The water of the river is clear, paved with colorful pebbles, and the small red carp-like fish with two tusks look fierce, but the meat is very delicious.

The fish was roasting on the fire, the sound of crackling, and the aroma of barbecue spread with the night breeze.

When he knew that the task was to survive, Fu Qian silently left the team and survived alone.

With his ability, the first two days were very easy, going up the mountain to fight wolves, going down to the river to catch fish, and appreciating the customs of the Otherworldly Continent.

Disaster is inevitable.

A team of forest patrol guards appeared and blocked the scene of the grilled fish: "Human, tell me your identity?" ”

"Identity?" Fu Qian only cared about eating, and didn't realize how dangerous it was, so he laughed and said: "Your ears are all pointed, and you look like a sissy, are you the legendary elves?" ”

"Be bold, get him there." The Forest Patrol rushed forward.

Fu Qian didn't know what was wrong, these people went crazy and turned around to escape.

In the forest patrol army, there were two first-order warriors, who divided five by two, and arrested Fu Poor.

"We are half-elves, insulting the elves, a capital crime."

In the prison, after some interrogation, under the magic of mind control, Fu Qian confessed everything.

"It turned out to be an uncivilized savage, or a lowly human being. This strength is very good, let's send it to the gladiatorial arena. "The forest sacrifice with a canopy, with a long beard and a kind face, said words that made Fu poor like falling into an ice cellar.

"The Colosseum, I have an ominous premonition."

Just when the forest sacrifice used the truth to extract a confession, Fu Qian lost his language communication, and the fluent Chinese he spoke was not the language of the Elven Continent, so he was naturally considered a wild man who screamed nonsense.

The problem is that Fu Poor can understand what the forest sacrifices and guards say.

"New Mission: Win three in a row in the Colosseum and reward one hundred gold. Five wins in a row, 1,000 gold coins; Ten consecutive victories will reward 10,000 gold coins; For each additional victory in the future, an additional 10,000 gold coins will be awarded. ”

Fu Qian knew who was making trouble: "Oh my God, Lord God, don't you play with me, okay." ”

That night, Fu Qian was locked in an iron cage and imprisoned with a group of beasts that smelled of murder.

The gladiatorial arena, the circular ceiling, the scarlet blood color rendered on the walls, the fist-sized gems inlaid in the beams and pillars circle after circle, under the hazy light, there seemed to be a trace of mist in the field.

The audience was full of aristocratic giants early in the morning, they roared, screamed, and boiled with the gladiators, and from time to time someone was excited to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage and was dragged down by the guards to save them.

"I heard that a human came to the Colosseum."

"Humans, what is there to see about humans. The role of humans is to make the orcs chop into meat sauce and sprinkle flesh and internal organs all over the gladiatorial arena as an appetizer for a slaughter.

This kind of show, every time, what's so strange. ”

"Shhhh

"Knight, high-class goods. It's a very valuable thing that hasn't been beaten for a long time, and it hasn't appeared in the gladiatorial arena for a long time. ”

"Hopefully don't let me down. I bet on the victory of the human knights, and bet on a hundred leaf silver. ”

"Poor ghost, I bet a thousand leaf silver."

"It's started, it's out, it's out."

The wrist-thick iron chain pulled, and the huge iron door slowly rose, and the iron door was mottled with the marks of an axe, with a reckless murderous aura.

Hanging from the dome is a platform with amplified magical narration on it.

"Welcome to our number one, Human Knight: Blood Drinker. He is invincible on the battlefield, drinking the blood of the enemy, so as to gain strength and win every battle; Welcome him with the warmest applause, drink the blood demon. Whoop ......"

The sound of heavy iron armor, as he walked, a heavily armored iron can man slowly walked out, holding a two-handed sword.

He wanted to cry without tears listening to the wolf howl from all sides, and the wolf howl of the narrator drove everyone's emotions, and the audience turned into beasts. Shoes, banana peels, bras, and other unidentified items that were thrown away.

Damn elves and half-elves, just mess around with a pair of armor, and slander labor and capital to drink blood, drink your sister.

This armor is uncomfortable to wear, he doesn't know how to fight with armor at all, it is better to let him use his bare hands. For the sake of the knight's gimmick, I have to come out dressed like this.

The impact on combat effectiveness is woody, and I have to win at least three games.

Standing in the middle of the field, the killing intent involuntarily rose in my heart, and it seemed to be mixed with the voices of the audience, with a very urgent desire to kill and destroy.

Shi Tang, who was secretly spying, showed a strange smile, in the gladiatorial arena, a large-scale spell bloodthirsty spell was set up, as long as it was stimulated, whether it was a gladiator or an audience, they would fall into a state of bloodthirsty excitement and couldn't extricate themselves.