Chapter 003: The Arena

Characters in this chapter: Jamie Lynn Quintos, Free Knights - Brunn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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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.

The sun was warm, and it was a nice day, but the cheers and noise around him were so loud that he could barely think.

Jemilin unconsciously gripped the training iron sword and oak shield in his hand and looked around.

The high circular stands of the gladiatorial arena were packed, the seats were full of roaring and chanting people, the passages were crowded with gamblers who placed bets, and the nobles in the main stand sat on them, laughing and talking to each other.

More than 100 tall flagpoles surround the gladiatorial arena, the red and white horse Chanda banner hunts in the wind, and a blue-black spire is revealed under a flag in the distance, which is the castle of the city lord.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the scarlet-robed adjudicator in the main stands stood up, raised his left hand and smiled in greetings to the spectators, who finally stopped cheering for a moment.

"Dear spectators, as you must have understood when you put your chips in the hands of the clerks, this game is a 40-person melee individual challenge, the 40 fighters will be drawn by the 10 adults on the stage, the first eight fighters will enter and fight through the eight entrances, and the next batch of fighters will enter three minutes later. ”

"Some friends may say that this is unfair to the fighters who enter first! Yes, wars are never fair! A general once said that those who survive the battlefield need not only great strength, but also the favor of the gods. So, let us see for ourselves today! Who is the darling of the gods!Who is the real strong!" The judge's voice fell, and the cheers of the audience immediately stirred up in the gladiatorial arena.

"Seven, seven!" Jemilin seemed to hear someone shouting in his ear, and then he was tapped on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw the menacing face of the big man on the twenty-five, with a half-helmet.

"Hey, man, you've already seen those taels of meat on you, and you're about to start the game, do you want to quit if you don't get back to the entrance?"

"No, of course not. Jamilin said, following Twenty-Five back to the entrance, he thought it was a straight start.

When I returned to the entrance, the clerk of the gladiatorial arena was already waiting there, "Warriors, the list of entry groups has been drawn, and the warriors who read the number will follow the guide to the designated entrance, and the guide will inform you who should play in each round at the beginning of the game, do you understand?" The clerk then read out the group number, and Jamielin's number was assigned to Exit 3.

On the way to the entrance, Jemilin tucked the sword under his left armpit and wiped the sweat from his right palm on his linen shorts, the wooden hilt was soaked with the sweat of the sand, making it almost impossible for him to grip it.

"Boy, you shouldn't be in this place, it's not for newbies. Jemilin could tell someone was talking to him, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Twenty-Five, not tall but very muscular, with scars on his dark and shiny skin, a full beard that made it almost impossible to see his expression, and a chilling light of indifference in his eyes.

"I'm not a novice, I've learned how to fight. Jamilin said, turning back to follow the usher.

"You're such a bad student," Twenty-Five scoffed, "A true fighter won't let his muscles tense like a stone before he enters the arena, or your left foot may trip over your right foot, and your sword may slip to the ground like a loach from the sweat in your hand, and you'll have to lie on the ground and catch your loach sword." Twenty-five smiled as he spoke, showing his white teeth, and Jamilin glanced back at him, no sneering, no anger, and took a deep breath.

"Hey, man, relax, what's your name?" Does this hateful creature never keep his mouth shut? The gods must be mistaken, how can eyes with murderous intent grow on a person's face with a chattering mouth? Jamie Lin didn't answer him, just walked forward, but Twenty-Five didn't let him go. "Hey, don't be angry, if you die here, someone has to bring a message to your mother, what are your last words to tell your mother?

The usher turned a corner and led them to the entrance, where Jemilin and the other fighters stood side by side in front of the spiky iron gate, the sun shining through the cracks in the bar, and the noise of the outside arena rushing towards them.

"Look at your white and tender flesh, not even a single mosquito bite scar......"

"Shut up!" Jamilin whispered, "or I'll knock out your teeth when I get on the field!"

Number Twenty-Five shook his head and smiled, "If you play in front of me, I hope you still have the strength to meet me, and even if you play last, I can beat you with just one hand." ”

There was a sudden cheer outside the iron gate, and the guide shouted: "Prepare for the sixteenth!" A burly fighter walked out of the queue and came to the iron gate, waved the two-handed sword in his hand, and moved his shoulders, and then the iron gate suddenly rose, and the fighter rushed out with a roar, and the iron gate also closed with a bang.

Gladiator Sixteen rushed out of the iron gate and rushed out to the right, disappearing from Jemilin's vision, but he happened to be able to see the person at the exit opposite, a gladiator who was also holding a two-handed sword was constantly attacking his opponent, Jemilin could clearly see the number thirty-two on the linen belt behind him, and his opponent Nineteen was constantly resisting with his shield, staggering back in the sound of swords and shields.

"This thirty-two is a fool," said the twenty-five, "don't be as stupid as he is, and use so much force to cut a shield, even if you can knock down three or two, you won't even have the strength to hold a sword in a moment." Jemilin looked at the Twenty-Five, which he must have said to himself.

"And what are you going to do with the man with the shield?" Jamilin looked at Twenty-Five, "is it to persuade him to put down his shield and honestly let you cut a sword?"

"Even if I tell you, you can't stop me," Twenty-Five tipped the hatchet in his hand, not paying any attention to Jamielin's teasing, "I'll kick you in the ass." Remember, boy, if you are knocked down, just lie down and pretend to be dead, don't struggle to get up, you will die. ”

At this moment, Gladiator No. 32 struck hard, and Nineteen's shield shattered with a thud, and Nineteen rolled on the ground and leaned on the edge of the gladiatorial arena, his left arm was obviously slashed by the sword, and it was covered with blood, and when Thirty-two raised his sword and stepped forward, Nineteen turned and fled in the other direction. There was a curse from the audience, mostly accusing Nineteen of his escape.

"This fool," began Twenty-Five's speech again, "see, that the audience will not let him go, and he should pretend to be unconscious at that sword strike instead of getting up and running away." Jemilyn saw the audience's reaction, and glanced at the twenty-fifth again, wondering if he was going to believe what he said, maybe he had been wavering his determination to fight.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him......" The roar of the spectators was like a noisy war drum, and the thirty-second pointed to the nineteenth and shouted something, but it was drowned in the shouts of the audience, and no one could hear it, and then chased after him with his sword, and the nineteenth kept turning back in panic as he fled, and ran to the other two people in the battle in a panic, as if he wanted to use them to separate the pursuers, but when he ran behind them, a man suddenly spotted him, turned around and swung a sword to cut his lower abdomen, and the nineteenth threw forward a few steps, until the intestines that flowed out were trampled by his own feet, and he fell to the ground without any movement, and there was a piercing scream and cheer from the stands。 Jemilin shuddered as Nineteen fell, and couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword again.

"Eleven!!" the guide's voice sounded again, and Jamilin's mood relaxed a little, after all, playing first meant facing more enemies, longer combat time, and lower chances of survival.

"Luckily, you've got three more minutes to live," Twenty-Five patted Jamilin on the shoulder, who shook his hand away in disgust. "But you'd better pray it's not the last round. ”

"Why?" Jamilin looked at Twenty-Five, looking for the real answer in his eyes, and Twenty-Five seemed to be pleased with Jamilin's attitude this time and nodded, "Because those who fell and pretended to be dead and pretended to be unconscious in the first few rounds will be ignored by the audience, and the losers in the last round will often be asked to be killed by those crazy spectators." ”

"How many times have you competed, and have you won the championship?" asked Jamilin, who was silent for a moment, looking at the scar on Twenty-Five.

"I've been competing since fifteen years ago," Twenty-Five grinned smugly, "I can't remember how many times I've competed, in Sagos, Paravon, Aaron, Deherim, ......."