"Alright, let's stop talking."

"Our common enemy is Arius, everyone will listen to me when the time comes, although I may not be able to guarantee that everyone will survive, but as long as I follow the plan, I will definitely kill him!"

Moldova spoke, listening to his words, and the man who had just opened his mouth glanced at Mawson and said no more.

As for Mawson, he is not in the mood to talk to the other party or directly do something to prove himself.

In fact, among these people, except for Maka, he didn't care about the life and death of the others, and even Maka only aroused his interest a little.

He already has some speculation about this.

"This kind of situation that doesn't come directly is really troublesome."

Outside the heat wave poured into the room along the fence, and the open gladiatorial arena, without a trace of wind, was crowded with citizens who had come to celebrate.

The mix of high emotions and scorching temperatures, accompanied by songs praising the gods, pushed the atmosphere to the limit.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! ”

"Praise be to the gods!"

"The gladiatorial fight begins!"

Rumble!

There were shouts of mountains and tsunamis from the stands.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Whether it is men and women, old and young, or the dignity and inferiority of status, at this moment, everyone is stimulated to the animality in their hearts, and they scream hoarsely.

"Look, this is the show that the gods love."

Kephes, who was sitting on the high platform, snorted coldly.

Beside him sat two richly dressed women.

One of them, a little older, with a crown on her head as a symbol of queenship, was none other than Cassiopea, the wife of Kerfus.

And the other, is his daughter, Andromeda, known as a princess whose appearance is comparable to that of the goddess Aphrodite.

It was clear that Graves had run out of patience to say such a thing in public, and the queen agreed, but Princess Andromeda showed a hint of concern.

Although she doesn't like such bloody shows, as a princess, she understands that her words and deeds are subject to too much attention.

…………

Squeak and squeak!

With a screeching grinding sound, at the other end of the arena, a heavy iron gate rose.

Roar!

Whoa, whoa!

A wild boar with red eyes came out from behind the iron gate, and when it saw the people in the stands, it was stunned at first, and then moved uneasily.

"Who's going to kill it?"

Moldova asked.

"I'm coming!"

Marca offered to ask.

"I don't need you to do it yet."

"I'll do it." A strong black man next to Maca stepped forward.

He was shirtless, wearing an armour on his entire right arm, the other end of which covered his chest, a shield in his left hand, and a mace in his right.

"Be careful."

"This is no ordinary wild boar, it has some monster blood on it, and it looks like it should have been caught from the Stey Mountains for this celebration."

Moldova reminded.

"It's just an animal."

The strong black man clenched the weapon in his hand, and at this time, the iron fence in front of Mawson rose, and the black man strode out.

"Kill that animal!"

"Smash its head!"

There was a loud shout from the stands, and the black man opened his hands and showed his strong chest, this was not the first time he had participated in this kind of battle, and every time he could go, the atmosphere on the field was not so enthusiastic.

Seeing someone, the wild boar, which had been hungry for several days, immediately went berserk, the muscles on its back bulged high, and its hind legs exerted force, like a chariot that had lost control, and crashed into the black man frantically.

Although the black man said it easily, after listening to Moldova's words, he also knew that this thing in front of him was not an ordinary beast, and he paid 120,000 points of attention in his heart.

Holding a shield in his left hand, he carefully observes the movement of the wild boar, ready to dodge at any time.

The speed of this wild boar is not a little faster than that of ordinary beasts, and if it were an ordinary person in Mawson's life world, it is estimated that he could only see a black afterimage.

But the black man reacted extremely quickly, adjusted his direction in advance, and dodged the boar's collision, and he even grabbed the moment when the two bodies were staggered, and the shield in his left hand was raised high and slapped on the boar's side!

Boom!

The wild boar, which was sprinting with all its might, was disturbed, its body tilted, and then rolled out more than ten meters away under the traction of huge inertia, and the yellow sand was flying, and only its angry roar could be heard.

"Ahh

The blacks stood in place and shouted victory to those in the stands.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the yellow sand, it was the wild boar that had just rolled out, it was crazy at this time, and the mane on its body stood up, and the speed was a little faster than just now.

But the black man was also extremely powerful, he figured out the speed and attack habits of the wild boar, and at this time he no longer defended passively, and while dodging quickly, he picked up the mace in his right hand and smashed it into the boar's head.

Boom!

The black man's inevitable blow missed, and the head hammer smashed a deep pit in the yellow sand, and at that moment the boar's head flicked and the sharp fangs pierced his body.

There is basically no decent armor on black people, and if they are picked, they will definitely be rotten.

He had used all his strength with the hammer just now, and at this time, Zhen's right hand was numb, and he wanted to raise his hand to fight back, but his right hand did not obey the call at all.

Seeing the sharp fangs of the wild boar piercing in front of him, he hurriedly retreated, and at the same time raised the shield in his left hand, gathered the strength of his whole body, and carried it hard.

Tong!

There was a piercing grinding sound on the iron shield, the shield was knocked out of shape, and the black man flew up in the air under the impact of the huge impact, and his whole body flew more than ten meters away before he smashed to the ground in a daze.

The left hand was torn, the fingers were deformed, and the shield had already flown somewhere in the impact.

He stood up in a daze, his head buzzing, and for a moment he could only see the open and closed mouths of the crowd in the stands, but he couldn't hear any sound at all.

In a trance, he saw the anxious face of Moldova in the passage, and then a sharp pain came from behind him, his body seemed to be torn in half, and the sun in the sky could not warm his body, which was getting colder.

It was dark in front of him, and he completely lost consciousness.

"He's dead."

Moldova said with a blank face.

The huge boar picked up the black man's corpse and pulled it around furiously, then opened its bloody mouth and bit down his cracked abdomen.

The beast's favorite thing to eat is the soft places like internal organs.

Blood splattered, staining the yellow sand beneath him.

After a short silence, the atmosphere in the field was once again pushed to a new level, and people waited unscrupulously, venting their bestiality in their hearts.

"It was just a warm-up and people died."

Moldova's expression was solemn, and he looked back at the crowd.

"We're afraid we're going to have a tough battle next."

And it turned out that Moldova was right in its judgment.

In addition to the gladiator training camp managed by Doren, Argos also sent its own gladiators.