Before the words fell, blood splattered.

The young man who shouted was hacked to death with a knife, and he didn't even scream.

The shouts that had just risen were immediately silenced.

The Julians, near the young man's death, cowered and ducked in all directions, lest the blood would flow to themselves.

Leus sighed, "Behold, another man died in vain. ”

He stood up, glanced at the audience, and said, "Before last night, I had no particular ill feelings towards the Julias. You are kind, introverted, good at management, and in my opinion, you are sheep and Roma is a shepherd. But just yesterday, you were going to abandon the shepherds?"

Speaking of this, he slammed the table hard, and the whole Roman soldiers in the audience followed the spears in their hands, and the ground trembled slightly.

The people of Julia were silent.

Lius's tone softened, "I know that not all Julias are bad seeds. So, shouldn't we get rid of those hateful black goats?"

The Julia looked at each other and began to talk in a low voice.

Whoever did it, stand up and stand up!

"Well, there's no way around it. With a slight wave of his hand, ten bloody arrows burst out, and ten Julias struggled in agony before the guillotine.

"Oh yes, do you see the little red flag raised over there, guys? Leus laughed and waved his hand a second time, and ten human skulls tumbled into the guillotine pit.

The two Roma soldiers were expressionless, one dragged the dead body one leg, dragged the headless body backwards, and walked towards the place where the body was dumped in a corner of the school grounds.

Low sobs rang out from the field.

A second group of ten hapless Julians was dragged to the guillotine again.

Leus picked up the wine glass in front of him, let the scarlet liquid swirl gently in the glass, and said to Clemos, who was sinking like water, "Please, Son of Light." ”

Clemos is like a wooden sculpture, and it doesn't move.

Leus laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps, I call you 'King of the Julia', it will be different?"

Grimes didn't say a word.

"If you don't speak, no one can open your mouth for the Julians. Who can they count on? Presbyterian?"

Leus drank all the wine in the cup, put it down, and waved his hand lightly: "Do it." ”

Suddenly, a young man who was knocked down yelled, "I don't accept it!"

Leus was like a treasure: "Stop! ”

The young man was indignant: "What crime have we committed?"

"Isn't it common sense that sheep that run against the shepherds and disturb the flock are made into snacks? ”

"Romans, if you are really that strong, go find out the real culprit!

"Is it the fear of death that keeps you out of your mind, or are you going to challenge Roma's authority?"

"I'm not convinced!"

"I suddenly came up with an interesting idea, you fight against my soldiers and retinue, and if you win, you can save the other nine guys who are with you, and if you lose, I'll cut off ten more heads - two thousand three hundred and fifty will become two thousand three hundred and sixty." How about it? Do you want to die, or do you want to challenge it?"

The young man said nothing, but the other nine Julians who had been pushed to the edge of the guillotine were already screaming and clamoring for him to accept it, while the other Julias almost unanimously told him to give up.

The young man's legs began to tremble.

The courage of the moment was torn to pieces by the divided opinions of the people. Immature shoulders simply can't bear such pressure.

His eyes were red and he was in tears.

Leus laughed, laughing, shaking his head contemptuously.

O shrewd and stupid Julia, how hopeless!

Today, I will completely break your backbone, so that you can only be Roma's servants forever!

"Wait a minute," said one of the nine suddenly, "does everyone have this chance, or is he the only one?"

"Of course," Lius generously drew a large circle, including all the Julians on the field, "any Jurian who wants to challenge himself can come and try it." Of course, there is little hope, do you have the courage?"

The man who spoke was a strong man, and he nodded, "That kid just now didn't know how to fight at all, and he would be sent to death if he went up, so why don't I try it." ”

Leus smiled: "Great, I didn't expect such a warrior among the Julias. As a sign of respect, I would like to change the rules. If you win the first game, I'll let you go, if you win the second game, I'll let you go, if you win the second game, I'll let you go, if you win the second game, I'll let you go, if you win the first game, I'll let you go, if you win the first game, I'll let you go, if you win the second game, I'll let you go, if you win the second game, I'll let go of a hundred people, if you win the second game, You can give up at any time until you win the fourth game. But, what if you accidentally lose and all the previous results are wiped out?"

The strong man sneered: "Don't regret it. ”

"Credibility is one of the cornerstones of Roma's strength. So, soldier, let him go and give him a weapon. ”

The strong man chose a sharp short sword and a small round shield, and his opponent was a pikeman with a heavy shield.

The pikemen were wrapped in heavy armor, their cold gaze stealing through the cracks in their all-metal helmets.

Through the True Vision Circle, Leus could see the two of them every move, and he ordered loudly: "Go!"

The pikemen took the initiative to attack the strong man, and the heavy full-body armor gave him excellent defense and huge impact, not to mention a person, even a wall, it would be ruthlessly shattered!

Just as he was about to stab his spear, the strong man moved.

He turned into a meteor, with a long afterimage, in a strange arc, and from the side and back, a sword stabbed into the pikeman's waist, and with a slight stir, the pikeman fell to the ground with a bang.

The audience cheered hoarsely.

The strong man sneered: "It's been more than ten years, and Roma's training method is still the same!"

"Ahh

"You don't have to worry about this!"

"Since it's a veteran, then we have to get a similar one on our side. With a slight swing of his head, a centurion in a bright red cloak stepped out of the crowd, unsheathed his sword, and met him.

The vice-governor Tisero, who had been playing soy sauce beside him, was very worried: "General, if it is a Julia warrior, will a centurion be in trouble?

"Look at it. Everything a wise man does has a purpose. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two had already exchanged hands.

Their movements were so fast that ordinary people could only see bursts of afterimages and sword shadows passing through the air.

A loud shout.

The two freeze frames.

After a long time, the red cloak shook and Centurion Roma fell to the ground with a bang.

The cheers of the audience were so loud that even Clemos couldn't help but blink.

Tisero's anxious stand up: "General, this ......"

Leus's smile grew: "We're about to win." ”

A puddle of blood rolled out of the strong man's chest. He shook and fell to the ground.

Captain Romana also hit him hard.

He gritted his teeth, braced himself on the ground with his dagger, and stood up tremblingly.

Leus applauded him vigorously. Seeing the commander applauding, the surrounding Roman soldiers also applauded.

Leus pressed his hands together and the applause stopped. He smiled and said, "Sure enough, you're a warrior, you've managed to save a hundred, a hundred!"

"I choose to ......" The smile on the strong man's face suddenly froze, and the cheers of the entire audience froze in his throat.

Clemos's brow furrowed.

Tisero let out a long sigh of relief and sat down laughing: "I see, I see!"

As long as you are not blind, you can see that the strong man is no longer able to fight, and giving up is a wise choice. However, he can't.

Do you dare to give up? For the sake of your own safety, give up the remaining 2,000 people?

Why are the 100 saved and the 2,000 not?

Then I can live with those hundred, in the mockery and charity of the Roma, in the hated gaze of my countrymen?

Is this the result I want?

If you can't save them all, perhaps, it's fairer to sacrifice them all?

What am I fighting for?

The strong man exerted his last strength, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Julia, why Julia!"

Then, with the short sword of the Romama, he cut his own neck.

The applause of Lius sounded a second time: "What a warrior, bury it thickly—Julia, the inferior nature of your people is like this, weak and calculating. It is to no avail that you are dying or hoping in your wretched and despicable God. Your only way out is to crawl at the feet of Roma with all your heart!"