In the United Kingdom, a well-established town can do without a town hall, without a public bath, or even without a pub, but it must not be without a gladiatorial arena.

For any Krulrod male, whether he is a big-eared barbarian, or a Beamon orc, or a half-orc, if he has never set foot in the sandy soil of the gladiatorial arena soaked in blood and life in his life, he is undoubtedly the most defeated and shameful existence. From running for consuls and members of the House of Elders, to buying onions and garlic in the vegetable market, any dispute or controversy can be resolved through fair sword dialogue in the colosseum. The winner gains a qiē, and the loser loses his interests and even loses his life. Therefore, all year round, the gladiatorial arenas, large or small, are always full of people and very lively. On festivals or anniversaries, the rulers of Krulrod would arrange grand gladiatorial performances to thank the gods or sacrifices, and hundreds of slaves or professional gladiators would die in the arena at a time.

Therefore, when he heard that the Werewolf Grand Duke proposed to use three gladiatorial battles to determine the ownership of the equity of Sancheng Cuprite, Moriarty was really not surprised at all. It's just that at the moment, he only has two followers with him, and he is bound to have to go into battle in person. As for Clausewitz and others, because they were born in Wolfgang, it was naturally inconvenient for them to stand up and fight with Ben Zhu.

"Okay, just do it."

After thinking about it, Moriarty agreed to the other party's proposal.

Thirty percent of the copper mine equity is not a small amount, and the steady import of copper ingots is also very important for the subsequent development of Olympus, and it is worth fighting for it.

"Don't worry. There are no boring tricks in gladiatorial fights. For Beamon, the Colosseum is a sacred place, a tribute to the god of war. Seeing that Moriarty readily agreed, the Duke also nodded appreciatively.

"I trust your promise, Lord Duke."

The group then turned back to the Burlies Cottage, where on the other side of the estate was a quaint little gladiatorial arena. It is about 500 square meters in size, with a black sand floor and tall stone statues at the four corners, which looks solemn and solemn.

Direct access to the venue. The two sides are facing each other. And it was tangled for a long time. Margaret actually stood behind Moriarty, much to the surprise of the other orcs present. To this, the duke's father just smiled and shook his head. Ronnie on the side glared at Moriarty fiercely.

"Morty. I'll go on the first one! Guderian, who had been holding his breath, shouted for battle.

"Good. Over to you. Be careful. Moriarty agreed directly.

Seeing that the dwarf on the opposite side was the "starter", the Duke of Midamoa also smiled with interest: "Seventh-level Earth Moradin, a very good opponent." Ronnie. Who do you think we should send to the match? ”

"Father, since the opponent is a seventh-level warrior, let Rodit go up. Seven to seven, it's fair. The knight of the summer palace seemed to have a plan, and immediately said in a deep voice.

"Rodit?" The werewolf duke glanced at his son with a smile: "Some bullies, right?" ”

"Hmph, the dwarf on the other side isn't a rare magical equipment? Rodit's play is not out of line. Ronnie insisted.

"Hey, have you decided on it? It's early, and I still want to have lunch in a while! When he saw the duke's father and son "rambling", Guderian was also a little annoyed, and immediately yelled:

"I don't know what to say!" Seeing the dwarf so arrogant and provocative, the eyes of the knights of the summer palace shone with lightning again.

"Well, let's just Rodit, and give our guests an appetizer first." Midamoa didn't have much anymore and waved his hand.

"Rodit!" Immediately, Ronnie yelled.

"Yes, Lord Count." Before the words were finished, among the guards behind the duke, a sturdy werewolf dressed in silver armor and carrying a long knife at his waist strode out and knelt down on one knee to the knight of the summer palace.

"Go up and knock over that dwarf. Remember, don't get killed. Ronnie said coldly.

"Yes!"

"What do you mean by 'don't get killed'? When Lao Tzu is muddy!? On the other side, when he heard the almost humiliating declaration of the knight of the summer palace, Guderian immediately froze.

"In front of my scimitar, you are a clay kneader!" Standing up, Rodit turned and smiled coldly at the dwarf.

"Oh, let's try it then. See if your skills are as good as your mouth! Guderian also glared at him fiercely.

Glancing at his opponent coldly, the werewolf warrior suddenly roared. Immediately, a roar echoed in the sand date forest in the distance. Then, a huge black shadow leaped out of the forest, and rushed towards the side of the gladiatorial arena with a howling wind.

"This is..."

Looking at the incoming object, Moriarty was slightly startled, only to see that it was a wolf in soft armor. However, unlike the mounts of ordinary wolf cavalry, this galloping wolf is not only much larger, but the lines of the wolf's head are also surprisingly flattened, almost with a hint of human features. And its blue eyes are not only the fierce light of a beast, but also the brilliance of some kind of wisdom.

"Is that..."

As if suddenly remembering something, Moriarty's brow furrowed.

"Rodit is the commander of the 'Rolling Stone Wolf Cavalry Brigade' under his father's command, and his current professional level is a seventh-level berserker, but he is still a rare 'Romulo Knight'." At this moment, Margaret's voice sounded softly behind Moriarty.

Sure enough, the wolf was not a simple wolf tamer, but a beast parent.

The so-called beast parent is a phenomenon of offspring degradation that occurs when orcs give birth.

Generally speaking, although the orcs have some resemblance to beasts, most of them are close to human form. Even the more human-like they look, the higher their qualifications. This is also the reason why humans always pride themselves on being the most perfect race on the continent. But sometimes, the animalistic bloodline in the body of the orc newborn will be too strong, and the animalization of the orc will be too strict, so that it will degenerate into a beast. And the descendants of this kind of orcs are no longer called orcs, but are instead named "beast relatives".

However, in the end, it is the product of intelligent creatures, so even if it is a degraded beast, it still has intelligence that surpasses that of ordinary beasts. In addition, after the beast, its body is greatly strengthened, and its agility and other elements have been greatly strengthened, so it can be said that a domesticated beast also has quite terrifying combat power.

But what really made the beast relatives famous on the continent was another, rarer, and more powerful battle combination. When an animal parent and a normal orc are sibling twins, there is a close affinity between the two that is deeply rooted in the bloodline. After that, the duo will hopefully grow into another of Krulord's ace combat units, the "Romulo Knights". That is, in the twins, the orcs are knights, and the beasts are mounts. Achieve a truly heart-to-heart and seamless combat combination, and the comprehensive combat power of the two is definitely "one plus one is far greater than two".

Fortunately, the chances of the twins of the orc and the orc compatriots are not great, so the rest of the continent is not afraid that the Romulo knights of Krurod will "flood".

But in the blink of an eye, the huge wolf had rushed to the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

Worthy of a certain amount of wisdom, the wolf was the first to bow deeply to the Duke of Midamoa, who was among the people.

And when he saw that the arrogant opponent suddenly blew the whistle and shouted for help, Guderian was immediately so angry that his face turned green. Didn't the Duke just now swear that he would not make any extraneous tricks and ensure that the gladiatorial battle was fair, just and open, why did he suddenly cheat again?

"Hey, I said, why do you still bring 'shouting people'? Didn't you say it's okay to go heads-up!? Of course, the dwarves refused to suffer and directly began to protest.

"Fool, the wolf cavalry is supposed to fight on a wolf, don't you even understand this?" Rodit sneered, then rolled over and sat on his brother's back, and the beast shook his stubby neck and let out a defiant roar.

"You, the wolf knight can take a wolf to fight, if I am a dragon knight, can I directly pull a dragon to for you to eat?" Guderian was not convinced.

"Oh, of course. If you are truly a dragon knight and can summon your dragon, I will not hold back even half a step. ”

Ignoring the dwarven cowhide, the Romulo knight nodded disdainfully. Not to mention the dragon knights, since the beginning of history, there have not even been half donkey knights in the dwarf clan. The reason for this is nothing more than the short leg shape of the dwarf, which cannot hold the mount.

"Don't believe me. Even if he is not a dragon knight, Lao Tzu is at least a 'Naga knight'! As he spoke, Guderian glared at Tchaikov: "Come, my mount, come up and carry me..."

But for the dwarf to look up at the sky with such a frustration, Naga just whistled and looked up at the sky, when Guderian was farting.

"Alright, Moradin, who has come from afar, I'll give you another chance. Either I rolled down the gladiatorial arena 'mellow' on my own, or I flattened it with my scimitar and threw it out. You pick one. ”

Not wanting to listen to the other man's ramblings, Rodit slapped his brother who was seated, and the beast's mount immediately jumped onto the arena and stood opposite the dwarf.

"Round!?"

As a dwarf, Guderian was always taboo about certain words, such as "short", "fat", "thick", etc. Later, even words such as "bucket", "ball", and "dun" were forbidden, otherwise they would be suspected of sarcasm and would directly incur "retaliatory strikes" from the dwarves, such as spitting or smashing hammers. And now, the Romulo knight openly describes himself with the word "mellow"! In Guderian's opinion, the other party is no longer calling for battle, but simply seeking death.

"You've had breakfast before, haven't you?" Pinching the mini battering ram in his hand, the dwarf suddenly smiled kindly and asked.

"Eat." Rodit was asked inexplicably and replied directly.

"Full?"

"It's full."

"That's good, now that you're full, it's time to hit the road!"

At this, Guderian's face suddenly turned grim, and then he picked up a mallet and slammed it at the Romulo knight. (To be continued......)