"You don't have a decision yet!"

The guards looked up at the equally surprised spectators sitting in the auditorium. Gradually, there were calls from the audience for forgiveness for the losers, and then the appeals reached a fever pitch when the mage from the Tower, who was the referee, pronounced victory for Princess Natiri's side. The guards then took out the magical medical gel that the narrator had given them to heal themselves, and treated the wounds of the viscount knights who were still alive on the ground. The audience erupted in heartfelt applause.

Reflecting his own strength and showing absolute chivalry, this mere twenty people won the respect of the audience, but in the VIP area, except for the impossible viscount spread out on the seats. Others saw a way to change the situation of the war. The mage from the tower, and the priest from the state religion, recruited their own attendants at the same time. They both looked at each other and snorted at the same time. He explained his affairs to his attendants.

"Father, this ......."

Losing the elite knight that he had spent most of his life putting together, the viscount clenched his fist fiercely and slammed it on the coffee table.

"One win, one loss! There is hope. Munch won't let me down! ”

"But his magic prop!"

The old viscount's eyes twitched at the thought of the black iron rod that was firing with great power. But Munch has a natural magic resistance, which is an orc's specialty, with an incomparably strong body, and extremely perverted magic resistance. As a result, the orcs have no way to use magic. Munch also inherited the characteristics of his orc father in this way.

With the sound of the trumpet. The arena shrank from an incomparably huge battlefield to the size of an ordinary arena in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

"Magic is so convenient, I don't know if I can learn it." The narrator said so, and still walked into the ring amid a boo. And Munch, who was standing opposite, looked at Narrator Jun with a fierce look and gave a thumbs up. Munch was actually on guard in his heart, this person has an incomparably large number of magic props, and he must not be guarded against, although his magic resistance is very good, but when he encounters the kind of black iron pipe that only hits with magic power, and finally relies on hidden weapons to hurt people, he will not be able to bear it.

A very loud whistle flew into the sky, and the game began, Munch took the lead, relying on his extremely hard armor, rushed over, jumped high and struck a sky-breaking blow, and quickly approached the narrator, who reached out quickly and quickly took out an ancient assault rifle called AK from the compressed bag. Pulling the bolt open, just as Munch leaped high, a shuttle bullet swept over.

"Da Da Da!"

Munch had already reflected when the muzzle was aimed at him, and the perennial battle made him know that it was too late for such a long-range hidden weapon to fly, Munch used a huge axe directly across his chest, a string of sparks flew up, and Munch also landed directly. However, the impact of being hit by a bullet on the axe still made Munch's mouth numb!

Then another donkey rolled and dodged the narrator's second shot. The bullet struck the ground and bounced off Munch's foot, and Munch removed the strange magic item from his muscles, revealing that it was just a polished, very shiny piece of copper. In his heart, he was secretly surprised that such a small piece of copper could penetrate his skin just by jumping into the air. Munch, who was hiding behind a low wall, peeked more cautiously at the narrator.

"Gollum, Gollum, Boom~Boom."

When Munch was guarding the magic prop in the narrator's hand, a round iron pot rolled under his feet, and when Munch was still thinking about what it was, the iron can instantly exploded, bursting out of blue smoke that filled the audience, and Munch instantly felt bad and held his breath. I don't know what kind of gas it is, but it's definitely not a good thing. The blue smoke quickly obscured the entire arena.

The audience could only poke this head, cursing the narrator's use of these small magic tools, and the smoke flickered from time to time with the fire coming out of the muzzle of the gun. and Munch's roar, because the smoke was too much to obscure vision. The mage from the tower cast a spell that made everyone present see what was happening inside the smoke.

I saw that Meng Ke was cautiously guarding the surroundings, and there were several blood holes on his body that had been punched by Narrator Jun's firearms, but it did not hurt the vital point, and Narrator Jun, with an unknown magic prop on the soles of his feet, was suspended less than 10 cm above the ground, silently. With a strange mask on his face. The two high protrusions in the eyes of the mask poke at the eyes like two thick and delicate sugar canes.

The narrator will swim to the right and the left, aiming at Munch from time to time to shoot, and Munch, whose vision is obscured by the smoke, has not lost the initiative, and every time he fires, Munch can find cover very quickly, and at the same time, he can go out and slash when the narrator switches magazines. It was clear that Munch's combat instincts had reached the point of perfection, as well as his hearing.

Finally, just as the smoke was about to clear and the narrator replaced the magazine, Munch seized the moment. rushed forward, the violent figure drove the trajectory of the smoke, and the huge figure blocked the narrator's field of vision, and Munch's heart was overjoyed. The narrator-kun didn't have time to dodge the huge axe blade, and his waist was cut off. The audience cheered.

But! The abrupt feel made Munch immediately realize that he did not cut this hateful human, like a light magpie, Munch made an extremely dexterous turn in the air, wanting to block the flying bullets with a giant axe, but an accident happened, the bullet flying in front of him was not the little peanut he saw before, but a bullet the size of a taro.

Between life and death, time seems to slow down. In the field of vision, a huge bullet exploded in the air, the bullet split into four pieces, each of which was connected to a rope, and the rope opened like an umbrella, and a huge mesh followed the kinetic energy of the bullet to cover Munch's body, and then the bullet in the dead corner was embedded in the floor of the granite ring, which was only the beginning of a series of changes.

Munch struggled desperately at the beginning of his entangled trap, but with each struggle, an electric current flowed through the entire mesh that paralyzed his muscles. It gets stronger and stronger, and as Munch struggles, the current can even see the arc with the naked eye, and Munch's hair is evaporated by the high temperature of the current at the moment of contact. Finally, Munch stopped struggling. Trapped on the ground by fishing nets, struggling to breathe.

Once again, the auditorium fell silent, what did it mean to be completely confined in the arena? Although it is common to see duelists carrying fishing nets in one-on-one duels, which are used to entangle their opponents, this sudden prop is unimaginable. The narrator simply slung the bulletless AK rifle to his shoulder and threw the disposable catcher on the ground.

walked to Munch, who was tied up, squatted down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lit it and stuffed it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then spit on Munch's face contemptuously. Narrator-kun squatted next to him and smoked slowly.

The spark that burned the cigarette was halfway burned, and the narrator took half of the cigarette in his mouth. He took out a needle that exuded a strange yellow color from his pocket, and said in his mouth:

"Brother, let you say that I am weak, there are two things that Lao Tzu hates the most in his life." The narrator-kun flicked the already long cigarette ash in Munch's face, "First, Lao Tzu's woman can't move!" Second, Lao Tzu is the most annoying for others to say that I am a weak chicken. Then he opened the needle and plunged it deep into Munch's shoulder. Then he untied the fishing net that was entwined around Munch.

Amid the loud boos from the audience, the narrator turned his back to Munch and waved at Natiri stupidly, Munch stood up, and in anger he picked up the giant axe that had fallen beside him. Rushing towards the narrator, in the screams of Natiri and the cheers of the audience, Munch quickly approached the narrator, but gradually, Munch lost the motivation to run, and changed from running to walking, and then from walking to crawling on all fours.

Finally, he crawled to the feet of the narrator, just like the Longling wolf at the beginning. In the surprised eyes of the audience, the narrator performed a juggling, and the person who was juggled was officially munch.

"Left hand! Right hand! Get down! Stand! Well, good! ”

At Narrator's orders, Munch made some extremely shameful movements, as if he was a wild dog picked up by Narrator on the side of the road, and finally Narrator did not forget the conditions for victory in the duel, and pulled out his pistol when the audience did not react, and smashed Munch's head as he crawled on the floor. After all, the effect of domestication potions on creatures with relatively high intelligence is still limited.

In the silence, the mage pronounced the Narrator's victory, and Natiri won the national duel match with a total victory of 2 to 1. However, there was no cheering, no flowers throwing, only silence. A city-state's famous gladiator, instead of touching his opponent, was even teased like a dog, and finally killed with ease.

The incomparably shocked many people in the audience did not leave their seats for a long time, some because of sadness, and some people who should be shocked. The aristocratic power focuses on the endless props of the narrator, the long-range magic props that can easily penetrate the heavy armor of the knight, and the launchers that seem to be fiery spells that ordinary people can easily use. An unknown potion that can easily domesticate living things. All of them left a deep impression on the nobles present.

Most of the nobles left their seats in a hurry, and they had to report to their families. There were even some nobles from the king's side who had already begun to talk to Natilly, and the narrator-kun walked back through the passage where the gladiators had entered. Except for the dragon wolf, who was still lying on the edge of the cage like a dog and humming at him, all the gladiators and slaves who came by all the way greeted the narrator.

This is a gladiatorial arena, where the winner is king and the loser is the loser. Strength is the only rule that governs a hell of violence and bloodshed. Whether you're cheating, using expensive props, or just relying on your flesh, Munch has been the ruler of the arena for ten years. Anyone who resists him will meet him in the next one, and the end will be extremely cruel.

Although most of the people here are criminals and slaves, they still hate the extremely domineering Munch. Narrator Jun walked to the side of the wolf cage in Longling and said to a slave who was in charge of guarding it:

"Let Him Out"

"But adults ....."

"If you let you go, you will put it"

In the narrator's aggravated tone, the slave opened the cage and ran away from the place. The Longling Wolf came out and flaunted his might to the gladiators and slaves in the other cages, baring his teeth and teeth. But he didn't attack anyone, just quietly followed the narrator. I walked over to a soft seat that I could tell at a glance that it was made of very precious animal skins and sat down. It was once Munch's throne.

Holding his chin in his hand, he looked at the group of slaves and criminals who were also watching him. Narrator's mind began to brew a way to quickly replenish Dana's supplies, he patted the Longling wolf on the head, turned around, picked up a pot of unknown wine, poured a full glass and drank it all in one gulp, and slammed the glass of wine to the ground, imitating the heroic man in the ancient book.

But what appears to be a cup made of wood only bounced twice on the ground and did not shatter. Narrator coughed twice in embarrassment

"Brothers! I'm the narrator, and as you know, I killed Munch with ease. ”

"Well done!"

I don't know which cage came from the sound of conformity, and then it caused a chain reaction in the place where such a multi-gladiator was held, and everyone shouted the name of the narrator

"But brothers, you are all the same sufferers! Those noble lords use your lives as a means of entertaining the public. The narrator clenched his fists, mimicking the charismatic and dictatorial Führer of the Second Terra War.

"Among you people! Some are peasants, some are civilians and soldiers who have made small mistakes, and some of you families shouldn't be fighting each other here! ”

"That's right! I was caught by them when I was farming."

"I'm just fighting the nobility in the army!"

There was another wave of pandering in the crowd.

"There is no immortal emperor in this world, you have to fight for yourself and for the truth!"

"But we have nothing, how can we fight against those nobles and emperors!"

A relatively sane slave spoke what was in his heart

"Don't say that you have nothing, you have to be the master of the world!"

As if using all his strength, the narrator imitated the postures of the heads and chiefs in his mind. The whole process is extremely inflammatory.

"Don't be oppressed by others, I, Narrator-kun, will definitely save you from this hell!"

Narrator raised his right hand high above his head and pointed to the sky. The slaves below erupted in extremely fierce applause, and riding on this enthusiasm, Narrator Jun and this group of slaves discussed unspeakable things together.

Natilly anxiously waited for the narrator's return. Although Natilly got the promise promised by the viscount in the presence of the mage and the priest, it was better to leave here as soon as possible. Everything was ready, and when it was time to leave, the narrator told him that there was something for her to wait, and then left the annex with a few of his own guards, and still did not come back after a few hours.

"Miss, I'm sure Grandpa Mage will be fine, so you might as well rest for a while."

Albert's butler used a small cart to push delicate snacks and milk tea, but Natiri didn't have the heart to eat it at all. In his anxiety, the door was finally opened, and the narrator, patting the dust on his body, sat down next to Natiri, grabbed a biscuit with his dirty hand and stuffed it into his mouth, as if he had been hungry for several days.

"Where have you been? Let's go now. ”

Natiri anxiously urged the narrator, but the narrator was not in a hurry.

"No hurry! No hurry! I haven't fished enough, and I don't plan to leave. ”

"What! In this case, don't you hurry to leave, wait for the viscount to send troops to ambush us! ”

Natiri was already burning her eyebrows, but the culprit of everything seemed to have nothing to do with him. After eating the biscuits, the narrator, who took a big sip of milk tea, touched his stomach and said:

"That old man still has something hidden, I don't dig him out, I feel furious, anyway, the archmage and the great priest haven't left yet, and we are safe if they don't leave. I've sent your guards to the village we came from, and they should start preparing now. ”

After listening to the narrator's explanation, Natilly's heart was a little relieved, and after instructing the housekeepers not to relax and be ready to leave at any time, Natiri went upstairs by herself, and the tense nerves and mood of the day, I don't know why I felt extremely relieved when I saw the arrival of this man, and Natiri, who was lying on the bed after taking a bath, smelled a strange fragrance and fell asleep like this.