People in this chapter: (Sercius), (Maleg Bazd Bruce), (Haraus Hera), (Tyrant Tillis).

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Chapter 035: (Tournament Champion)

The sun radiated light in the black clouds, and through the black clouds, it set a golden edge of light for the black clouds, and only later did it slowly break through the encirclement and appear in the sky, turning the black clouds into purple clouds or red clouds.

From the various civilian quarters within the Imperial City of Paraven, the crooked, narrow, but very densely populated alleys of all sorts of people poured out.

They were of all ages and statuses, and they flooded the city's main streets—King Street, Knights' Street, and other streets—all of them pouring in one direction like a tide toward the Royal Arena.

Artisans, paupers, slaves, scarred old fighters, proud crippled veterans, ordinary women, dancers, and groups of nimble children, poured forward one after another.

Their lively faces, carefree gossip, and all sorts of sarcasm and laughter all indicate that they are hurrying to enjoy the show that is loved by 10,000 people.

All these various, noisy, and innumerable crowds filled the great city with a vague, chaotic, but cheerful noise, a noise that could only be compared to the hum of thousands of beehives in the streets.

Construction of the Royal Arena began in 1235 in Calradia AD, the year of King Haraus's accession to the throne. King Haraus hired thousands of craftsmen and spent countless precious stones, wood, and money to build this huge arena in 1238 in the Calradian calendar.

The Royal Colosseum stands on Triumphal Street between the Civic and Noble Quarters, and it is a huge and amazing structure. It is 2,180 feet long and 998 feet wide, and can accommodate more than 5,000 spectators.

The shape of this arena is almost oval. Its eastern end is semicircular, but its western end is cut straight and horizontally with a continuous arch. It was a tall building with thirteen arches, the middle of which was the main entrance and exit of the arena, hence the name of the main entrance, through which the procession of the Guardian Statue entered the arena before the gladiatorial battle began.

The arcade under the remaining twelve arches served as stables or arches, where the horses were housed when knightly competitions were held in the arena, and where the warriors rested and closed the beasts when the bloody gladiatorial fights of Calradia were held on the ground.

From the arch of the arena is a semi-circular row of stone steps, which are the seats for the audience. There are a lot of steps separating those seats, and the audience follows those steps to get to the seats.

The steps, in turn, were connected to the many steps behind the stands, and the Swadias could follow them down through the many side doors around them.

The stands are topped by columned arcades, which are prescribed for women to enjoy and watch performances.

On the opposite side of the main entrance was a triumphal arch, where the triumphants had entered, but on the right side of the arch there was another door, called the Death Gate, and the laborers of the arena dragged them from the arena to the end of the arena by long hooks on the blood-drenched limbs of the Dou Tu who had been killed or were about to die.

On the flat top of the offering were stools, where the nobles were seated—kings, ministers, lords, and ladies. But in the rest of the world, there is no specific seat or special seat assigned to anyone.

In the gladiatorial arena, from the arch to the Arc de Triomphe, there was a low wall about 300 paces long, called the "ridge wall", which was used to measure the distance during the knights' competitions.

Inside the arena, there is an eighteen-foot-high wall around it, which is called the "parapet wall". A deep trench was dug along the wall, filled with water, and an iron railing was built outside the ditch. It's all about protecting the spectators from the beasts that roar and roar in the arena.

This place for Swadiya people to see performances is such a magnificent building.

The huge building was now crowded with Svadians, but there were still people hurrying outside the stadium.

Their numbers were constantly increasing, and in the midst of the constant flow of people there were not only commoners, but also knights, nobles, and noblewomen, all of whom looked carefree, like those who were waiting for some kind of interesting and pleasant amusement.

What was going on on this day? What were they celebrating, what kind of show was it that drew so many people to the arena?

The schedule for the second day of the tournament was announced after the previous competition, which was completely different from the first one. If the first scene is still relatively "civilized", then the arrangement of the second scene is almost rough and chaotic.

All those who advance will be given the same armor and shield before entering the field, and the shield is only a thin layer of wood, which simply cannot withstand a few shocks, or even a few arrows. The armor is only a single layer of chain mail, and the defense is very limited compared to the three layers of chain mail on the battlefield.

The helmets are no longer the special helmets that had a narrow vision on the previous day, and are all open nose guards. Weapons have also been changed to blunt swords, wooden sticks, spears, bows and crossbows, and other weapons without a sharp edge, all of which are displayed on shelves in batches, and can be used as long as they are handy.

There is a safe area at the competition site, and participants can enter the safe area at any time during the competition to rest and deal with trauma, and the opponent is not allowed to attack here.

Despite the relatively complete security considerations, Sercius realized that the battle could turn into an unusually chaotic battle, or even a war.

Because the rules have become very simple: whoever stands at the bottom of the line will receive a prize from King Haraus himself, a crown of pure gold – and supreme glory.

At this time, King Huhalaus gave the signal that the gladiatorial battle had begun, and sixty-four warriors came out of the offering room and marched in column along the arena.

Sure enough, with the heavy sound of the horn, the quiet arena turned into a battlefield with a killing sound in an instant.

Shields and shields collided with each other, the round and blunt spear heads grazed the helmets with a screeching sound, blunt swords gnawed at each other, and the sound of bowstrings and crossbows.

There was a loud mess, and there was soon bloodshed in the hot and dusty arena.

The wounded wailed as they fled towards the safe zone, while his opponent chased him to the ground before he could step into the safe zone, his blood-red eyes raised, and he waved mercilessly at the poor vanquished.

The surrounding handymen had to risk being drawn into the turmoil to pull them away and send the dying vanquished to the rest room for treatment.

Half an hour later, there were more than a dozen people lying down in the arena. However, the result of this competition is far from over, and there are still four people standing on the scene. Sercius was lucky to be among them.

All four of them were already out of breath, the dust on their faces mixed with sweat made them all look extremely vicissitudes, and their physical strength and fighting spirit were constantly declining.

In the past, the silence in the arena was short-lived. But this time it was a little unusual, the four of them were deadlocked for more than five minutes, and the air in the entire arena seemed to freeze because of this.

At this time, King Harlaus, who was standing in the stands, stood up, raised his right hand, and signaled the game to be suspended: "Let our warriors take a break! ”

After a brief discussion, a one-hour break was announced for the match. This is enough time for them to wash off the dust and blood from their bodies, and to dress their wounds and rest well.

The handymen suddenly rushed forward to take away the four people who were still standing in place, and the rest lifted the people lying on the ground one by one, and then sprinkled water to clean up the field. The audience roared out of their seats and went their separate ways.

Sertius sat on the bench in the lounge in a trance, still awake from the confusion. Without saying a word, Malegg picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it in his face.

Sertius trembled from the stimulation of the cold water, and only after a long time did he ask in a low voice, "Am I still alive?"

Maleg was a little impatient: "Otherwise, do you think you are in the arena?"

The freelancer shook his head: "No, although I have encountered many more enemies than this, this is the first time I have encountered such a strong fighting spirit. Maybe it's because I've met some outlaws who are not good at their craft, robbing their homes. ”

He slowly leaned back and looked at the ceiling, which was empty. "It's not that I haven't fought to the death, and it's not that I'm not unconfident in my martial arts, this is the battlefield ......," he buried his face in his palm, "and that's why I've always refused to join any country." ”

Malegg tilted his head and looked at the silent Hathren beside him. "Then why did you join Svadia?"

"For some hope that may not exist, do you believe it?" the freelancer pulled away his hand wearily, "I joined here for a hope that would most likely be dashed. He slowly stood up. "In search of a city that belongs to unicorns. ”

The sentence was like a riddle, and Malegg's answer was categorical. "Unicorns exist only in legends, and in the absence of legends in Calradia, it is impossible. ”

The lounge fell silent, no one said a word, and the silence was broken by the sound of the horn in the arena again.

Sercius put on his helmet again, swept away his previous tiredness, and clenched the heavy two-handed blunt sword in his hand tightly, as if holding his own life.

When the participants, who had left the stadium four hours earlier, reappeared in the arena, the crowd began to cheer.

King Haraus also got up from his seat to salute them, and the horn sounded again.

The four of them set up a fight, and soon they scuffled together.

Sercius's opponent was a blonde-haired Nord who was tall and appeared strong and flexible. He held a small shield in his left hand, a short-handled one-handed axe in his right hand, and a Germanic gladiator's helmet on his head.

The Sercius weapon was just a short sword and a small round shield. Dressed in an ordinary light blue coat, he stood twenty paces away from the Nord gladiator, as if he was thinking about how he could skillfully defeat his opponent on the other side.

Sercius stretched out his left foot to support his slightly forward leaning body, almost placing his short sword next to his right thigh, waiting for the opponent to attack.

Suddenly, Sercius leapt forward with all his might, landing a few steps away from the Nord Fighter, and suddenly threw his shield at the opponent as fast as lightning.

But the Nord gladiator immediately raised the round shield in his left hand and almost immediately shrunk his body to block it, but the flying shield struck him down with a force that he had not expected.

Knowing that he had been careless, the Nord gladiator immediately rolled off the ground and immediately bounced up and retracted his body behind his shield.

The short sword was inserted into the place where he had just fallen, and it was his throat to see that position. The blow was ineffective, and Sercius didn't look in a hurry.

But the Nord gladiator didn't look as relaxed as he had just been, and his left hand was trembling slightly, as if he had received an unbearable blow.

He stooped down to pick up the shield on the ground, and the partial shattering of the wooden shield showed how terrifying Sercius's strength was.

As soon as Sercius stood up straight, the Nord gladiator stepped forward to catch up with him, and the Nord were about to give him a fatal blow, but Sercius suddenly turned around and threw his shield head-on at the opponent, but the fish-helmeted gladiator hurriedly dodged the flying shield and quickly stood up.

But by this time, John's short sword had already stabbed him, but the Nord champion fighter was not a vegetarian, and he quickly raised his left round shield.

The short sword and the round shield struck with a muffled sound, and Sercius's strength and agility were used to play with virtue, and the shield was vigorously bounced away, and the terrified Nord champion fighter immediately retreated, and tried to control the shield, trying to let the shield block him, but he failed.

After a brief joust between the four gladiators, the match became one-on-one. Sercius only needed to defeat the last opponent to win the tournament.

Opposite Sercius stood a man with a shield and a one-handed blunt sword - yes, this man was the knight of Tyrant Tyris who had drawn with him in the previous game. The Knights of Tyrant were also one of King Harlaus' royal guards.

Sercius waved his hand and raised his two-handed sword with the sound of a slash that cut through the air.

The Tyrant knight leaped backwards and landed a few steps away from Sertius, his shield in his hand, his sword swinging swiftly at the other side like lightning.

Sercius took a few steps back, only to stumble and stumble, almost falling to the ground, but avoiding it.

Knowing that his attack had failed, Tyrant hurriedly rushed forward to make up for the sword - Sercius quickly got up, but as soon as he stood up straight, his opponent was already in front of him.

So Sercius shouted loudly and raised his two-handed sword to slash at the opponent's head, and Tyrant knew that he could not use his shield to block it, so he hurriedly fell down, rolled twice on the ground, and jumped up quickly. Causes the blade to simply rub against the shield - and then stabs at the opponent with the sword.

Sertius dodged and slashed at Tyrant's neck with his two-handed sword clenched, the two sides were so close that Tyrant didn't have time to react. It's just that he subconsciously dodged to the right, but as a result, his right shoulder was hit hard, and the sword in his hand also fell to the ground. There was an uproar at the scene, and Sercius withdrew his hand: "Pick up your sword, our battle is not over yet." ”

The audience began to applaud loudly. The highest encouragement given to this strict chivalric man.

Tyrant leaned down to pick up his sword from the ground, regaining his shield and swinging his swagger.

The audience began to watch nervously again inside the arena, and no matter what the tactics of both sides, the accidental mistakes of either side could make or break the outcome of the battle.

Sertius raised his sword and slashed it down, and Tyrant used his shield to block it with a force, and the shield cracked in response, and he fell to the ground. His left hand was grazed with a blunt sword, and the chain mail was cracked.

But almost instantly, he grabbed Sercius's arm with his hand, pressing all his weight on his opponent's body, the tip of the blunt sword pointed at the opponent's throat.

Sercius hurriedly shook him off. Jumping backwards to see the time, he rushed forward again, and before Tyrant could get up, he stepped on his opponent's body with his foot and put the sword around his neck. Then, he raised his head and looked around the arena with his gaze.

Amid thunderous applause from the audience, King Harauth stood up. Raise your left hand - on his hand is that golden laurel wreath, the mark of the victor.

And Sercius went up to the king, took off his helmet, and the king put this laurel wreath on the forehead of the free-knight. Serseus then took a few steps back and turned around, raising his sword high in the back row of spectators.

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