"Luxus! The Beast of Harrisburg! In order to capture this evil beast, the Iron Slave Hunters killed six of them! Blood God! Please receive the sacrifice that this beast is about to offer! "The magistrate stood in front of Luxus like a little lamb, and it seemed that with a slight twist, the referee would be in a different place. The slave girl roamed the body of the former crusader as if she were boneless, and the small round sarcomas of the same shape were densely covered with the back of the man's shoulders and chest, which was by no means caused by radiation sickness, but artificially delineated.

"Luxus! The Swamp Demon Warrior of the Blood God! Killed 5 Legion Fighters in a row! Check it out! This is the blessing of the blood god! "A closer look at the strings of small sarcomas is reminiscent of the swamp mutant crocodile after the thawing of the frozen soil, and the wheat-skinned slave girl puts a dark green leather crown on Luxus.

"Marcus! Veterans of the Hundred Battles of the Imperial Legion! "Compared with the mediocre appearance, he looks like he is not old and decrepit. As far as Marcus, who is full of wrinkles and holds a recurve knife, the referee is even more praiseworthy. "Conqueror of New Richmond! but fell at the feet of General Paulus, the conqueror of the conquerors! Check it out! Conqueror! ”

Ramirez took a small sawdust in his mouth, glanced at the field, and Marco leaned over and said, "Bet no, the odds are 1 to 3." ”

"I'll bet ten dollars on the Imperials." Simon pulled out a coin and handed it to Marco. "One hundred dollars, this is the ten-captain of my friendly neighbor legion back then." Jonathan pulled out a voucher directly.

"Ten pieces, Crusader." Ramirez spoke, Simon smiled slightly, pointed to the swan brand cigarette in the old mercenary's trouser pocket and said: "We are at this level, isn't the victory or defeat quite clear, so let's bet on cigarettes, the empire wins, I will accompany you with a pack of Hydra Big Red Star, the crusaders won, and your collection will also have a pack." ”

Simon has long remembered this guy's rich private collection, Ramirez had a lot of dealings with the blackwall nobles and steel mercenaries when he was in Longhu, and he had saved up a box of tobacco and alcohol, such as "black tulips", "swans", "Lake Erie" and other tobacco with different tastes. With these things alone, Ramirez can roam the backstreets for a while.

"Bet."

Simon turned his head and watched as the referee gradually retreated to the side of the red curtain, the bird's head scepter held high, and it was a life-and-death struggle when it fell. "I think I should take a bet."

"Let's go!" The scepter slashed down!

As soon as the words fell, the Imperial veteran Marcus stood still, just tilted his feet, and made a defensive posture with a very flexible backward posture, and the recurve knife was horizontal, as if it was like an Eastern ninja, and the opponent naturally took the lead in attacking, and the crusader's double-edged axe slashed head-on, and the short recurve knife could not rely on material and strength to fight against the big axe. Just as Simon had envisioned, Marcus brushed the axe with the blade of his knife and flew away with a burst of sparks.

With a few well-equipped members of the slave hunting team who can fight back and cooperate tacitly in the slave hunt, how can Luxus be a parallel import? The speed at which the big axe reversed the momentum was extremely fast, almost not inferior to the recurve knife, and when the blade of the axe touched the battlefield, it was lifted again and again, and slashed the opponent's ankle against the ground, this time the cut was solid, and the result was needless to say.

Marcus seemed to have exhausted his old strength, and when his new power was not born, he actually fell down again, and dodged the big axe sweep with such a risky move

Went to Luxus a skin and flesh!

This kind of farcical fighting style, Simon is really unheard of, put himself in his shoes, if Simon is in the battlefield against a strong man like Luxus who does not lose his agility, he will definitely take an extremely cautious posture, try his best to defend, waiting for the opportunity to scratch and bruise, since he can't break one finger, he will hurt ten fingers, and win in the battle of wills, the best example is that Black Mountain Town fought with the unknown exoskeleton scout, although he lost due to the suppressive advantage of the exoskeleton, Simon still dealt a serious blow to the scout.

Looking at the field again, the opening game was only one round, Marcus was the first to get off to a good start, and the battle-hardened veteran could not get carried away because of this, Marcus's subsequent measures were all Simon guessed, but he was able to seize a point extremely tricky in his solid defense.

"You won." Ramirez said, took out the pack of snow-white sealed Swan brand cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Simon, Simon smelled the fragrance of fruit wood, put his left foot on his right foot, looked at Marcus who was cornered on the field, and half teased: "It's not like your style." ”

"The Imperials are luring the enemy deeper." Ramirez commented.

"I agree with this, maybe we can make another bet, I bet that the Empire will bleed the Crusaders to death." On the field, Luxus's limbs and torso were all scarred, and the deepest part was a complete cut of his left chest, which showed the white bones of Marcus, on the other hand, Marcus became a bloody man, but none of them were caused by a big axe, all caused by being stabbed by a helmet when passing by.

"Forget it, that's what I thought too." Ramirez said.

As they were talking about the final way to finish, the crowd let out a low exclamation that Marcus had actually kicked Luxus in the chest when the axe locked the way to retreat.

"Very smart! He's borrowing! Simon applauded.

Luxus is extremely burly, where can he kick him away with one kick? Sure enough, Marcus was based on this, kicking back, kicking the post with his back foot, and slashing with a backhand in the air, and Luxus was suddenly only able to raise his hand to block the recurve. "Khooth!" Symphony of gold and iron! The recurve knife is stuck directly in the arm bone!

Marcus simply gave up the knife and punched his opponent in the next three lanes, which was already empty, which no one could bear, and immediately, Marcus did not hesitate to drill through the crotch of his opponent's pants, jumped reflexively, and climbed on the back of Luxus. The battle turned into a fight, and Luxus frantically shook his shoulders in an attempt to shake off Marcus, who was crushing at his face.

"Oh my God." Simon frowned, a sound similar to the cracking of egg whites, accompanied by the screams of Luxus. Half of his neck was directly missing, Marcus opened his mouth and bit again, and finally touched the Kukri knife, but at this time it was actually of little significance, he destroyed the crusader's eyeballs, the bridge of his nose, and the back of his neck with his bare hands. Without waiting for the referee to call a stop, Marcus stabbed everything and raised Luxus' head with a mouth full of blood. Hoarse: "I won!" ”

"Unexpectedly, I thought he would be more concise." Simon sighed, and tossed the white-covered swan cigarette back to Ramirez. "I misjudged it, a tie."

"Ruthless character, if such a person is well supplied, maybe the war in the east will be a different scene." Ramirez withdrew his cigarette and breathed a solemn tone. The war between the New Jersey Empire and the Free Alliance on the East Coast lasted for more than a decade, and it was said that the Philadelphia tug-of-war empire was about to win, only

The remaining tenths of the southern sector remained in the hands of Union soldiers. The mobile forces of the Imperials are regrouping in an attempt to launch an offensive against Washington. As in the Winter War against the Crusaders in the Northern Industrial Regions, it is clear who the scales of victory are tilting in.

"If you have the courage to gamble with your life and break the convention, if there are one-fifth of the imperial veterans like this, I will spend a lot of money to recruit a batch." Simon watched as the referee seemed reluctant to raise Marcus's arm, announcing that the Empire had won the gladiatorial fight, leaving the audience in a state of lack of interest. Jonathan came back with a bag of coins, patted his belly, and said with a smile: "Three hundred yuan, I can have a hearty meal today." ”

"You're in for a treat." Simon punched him, he was not interested in watching the next competition, wisps of white mist surrounded Ramirez, and he said: "Don't you still want to buy a polar bar, come and go, your money comes so quickly?" ”

Simon, who gradually disappeared into the sea of people, raised the back of his hand and shouted, "I have my own way!" ”

When Simon walked behind the Red Curtain stage, the victorious Empire gladiator was silently rubbing himself with ointment, biting small sticks and pouring a little liquor into the wound. However, Simon wasn't trying to talk to Marcus.

"No entry!" Several strong men in crotch pants with "X" painted blood-colored oil paint on their faces blocked Simon's way, signaling that the spectators behind the Red Curtain were not allowed to enter.

"I've heard that a few of my friends have fallen into the pit, so what's the matter?" Simon's big red star was finished, and as soon as he handed over the empty cigarette case, the strong men looked at the few circulating vouchers in the cigarette case, tilted their heads and got out of the way.

When the red curtain is lifted, there is a dark and damp basement, this underground arena was originally expanded from the cellar left over from the ruins before the war, what good place could the gladiators rest? Dozens of gladiators of different skin tones were locked up by thick chains, and most of them looked at Simon with bloodlust and indifference.

The referee removed the centurion's helmet, and several slave girls twisted their waists and dressed them to kill their captors. "Outsider, what do you want to talk about?"

"You hear me, some of my friends have fallen into mud puddles." Simonunu's mouth, Jonathan, with his Titan's physique, is his best endorsement.

"I want to rescue my friend."

The referee waved his hand lazily, and the stinking mire could not shake him in the slightest. "If you pay enough, take it away, slave, you pick."

Simon winked, Jonathan swept his sullen halberd fingers over several East Coast lookers, and Simon counted six people in a row, two of whom were Crusaders. "These six, make a price."

"Two thousand yuan, I can also give you a desert slave girl." The referee slapped the skin of the wheat-skinned slave girl on her side, causing the black-haired and black-eyed beauty to throw a wink.

Three hundred dollars for a person is unexpectedly low, and these gladiators are truly fierce and tyrannical, and the damage caused by being released from their cages is far greater than that of ordinary residents.

"Deal." This price is in line with the psychological expectations of both parties, Simon deserves to be happy, the referee is also refreshing, the money and goods are cleared, the referee untied the key and handed it over, and kicked the slave girl just now by the way, without even asking the reason.

Just as Simon untied the shackles one by one, the referee suddenly reminded: "Remember, these beasts don't recognize people." ”

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