Chapter 004: The Knight Under the Hoof of the Horse

Characters in this chapter: Jamie Lin Quintos, Free Knights - Brunn, Leshudale. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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Suddenly there was a muffled sound and a short scream in front of the door, and Jemilin found that the eleventh who had just appeared had been knocked into the iron gate, and at least a dozen spikes pierced his back, and the blood splattered even on the three remaining fighters in the iron gate, and then the blood flowed down from the roots of those spikes like a stream, and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground under his feet, his body was still twitching from time to time, and his throat made intermittent strange sounds, and the waves of the audience's screams rose higher and higher.

"I've been in real sword gladiatorial tournaments in too many places, and I've been to the Paraven and Gothas tournaments," Twenty-Five was unfazed by the sight of him, wiping the blood from his face as he continued to recount his glorious history, "but I didn't fucking learn how to ride that damn horse in Paraven, and I was lying in the saddle of that ass and trying to get it running, and I was shot to the ground and almost killed, and it was a fucking shame." ”

"Have you ever won the championship?" Jemilin insisted.

"Yes," Twenty-Five told him with certainty, "twice, once in Sagoth, and once here." ”

"There's a lot of money to be made by winning the championship," Jamilin looked at Twenty-Five with some suspicion, "There will also be lords who will recruit you to be knights, why are you still here?"

"Because I can't ride a horse," Twenty-Five grimaced at himself, "otherwise how do you think I'd go to a competitive tournament? Civilians can only participate in real sword gladiatorial fights, and will not be allowed to participate in competitive tournaments." Ever since that time I was stabbed off my horse, my lord has looked down on me anymore, but he died in a battle, and I became a freelancer. ”

"Then you can find a good lord who appreciates you to be allegiance. Jamilin suggested.

Twenty-Five shook his head and smiled, "Come on, I like to drink and pick up girls, I like to hear the sound of swords piercing into my flesh, I was born for gladiatorial fights, not for knighthood." ”

"Prepare Seven!" shouted the guide.

Jemilin shuddered slightly, clenched his sword and shield and walked to the door, taking a deep breath. "My name is Jamie Lin, if I ......"

"Focus when you're fighting!" interrupted Twenty-Five, "You're such a bad student, don't think about anything once you start fighting!" Also, don't let the shield keep your eyes in the way!"

The iron gate was raised, "Get out!" the guide shouted.

Jemilin bowed his head and rushed out, and when he stood in the middle of the field, he realized that if the cheers before the opening were like the tide of the sea, then the cheers were like being in the middle of the storm!

But it was only for a moment, and the cheers began to become very distant, and a spear was already whistling from the right side!

Jemilin quickly crouched to the left and turned to raise his shield, and there was a soft click from the shield, he knew that it was the sound of the spear stabbing the side of the shield and sliding away, which was exactly what he wanted, and then dodged out from behind the shield and swung his sword at the opponent, and then kicked at the shield that was blocking, and the gun wielder took two steps backwards and fell on his back.

"Wow! beautiful turn!" Twenty-Five looked a little surprised in the iron gate, and at the same time did not hesitate to praise it, "I can't see that there are really two hits, do you?"

Twenty-five said to the other remaining Gladiator, Twenty-Two, "! What the hell is he doing?!"

Before the twenty-second could reply, the twenty-fifth suddenly shouted and cursed, because Jamie Lin, who was in the field, pointed his sword at the opponent who fell to the ground, looked at it for a while, turned away, and entered the center of the field to fight with other fighters. "Which fool taught this stupid student, huh?"

"This is true chivalry," Gladiator Twenty-two's voice sounded disdainful, but it looked a little listless, and it was hard to endure his words all the way, and the eyes in the bronze helmet glanced at him in disgust, "I know you, 'Brune, the knight under the horse's hooves,' a guy like you who can't beat him and lie down and play a scoundrel, and have no sense of honor at all, will not understand." ”

"Always keep an eye on the opponent's footsteps!" Father's words echoed in Jemilin's ears, "Footsteps are the first priority in offense and defense!" Jamilin stepped back half a step to block his opponent's sword, and at the same time, the shield in his left hand had already cut horizontally to his right ribs, and the opponent was in pain and unsteady on his feet, Jamilin followed up with a kick to knock him down, and turned around again to run to the next opponent.

"Chivalry?haha," Brune laughed, "why don't we make a bet that he can defeat a few people?" I bet a hundred dinars that he won't beat more than five!"

The twenty-second looked at the field, and the remaining eleven of the three groups were still standing on the field. "He's already knocked two people down. ”

"I know," said Brunn confidently, "but he had swung his sword five more times than the first, and it took twice as long to defeat the second man, and the sword and shield would get heavier and heavier." Ah, by the way, what's your name?"

"Leshudale. The fighter seemed reluctant to name him, "It doesn't matter to me how many he can take down." He also seemed reluctant to talk to Bruen.

"Ah, that's it," Brunn didn't care about his emotions, still looking over-energetic, "why don't we bet on which of us will play first, I'll bet you'll play first, a hundred dinars, how about it?"

Leshudale twitched the corner of his left mouth, snorted softly, and did not answer.

"A shield can not only defend, but also attack!" It took Jamilin a dozen rounds to find an opportunity to parry his opponent's sword and slam the shield into his face, and his opponent took a few steps back, and although he was hit with a nosebleed, he did not fall.

"Look," said Brunn, "what am I talking about? ”

"Twenty-five! Ready to play!" Lesudel couldn't help but laugh when he heard the guide's words.

Brune strode forward, looked back at Leshudale and said, "Regret it, don't you? You didn't bet with me, so no matter how much you laugh, you won't win the hundred dinars, and when you play, I'll take your helmet off, and I'll take a good look at your face to see if it's frozen." ”

The sound of steel tearing flesh, blood bursting and bones breaking as the iron axe slashed into his opponent's back. Brune proved that his fighting skills were as adept as his amusement skills, maneuvering through chaotic crowds, parrying, dodging, swinging axes into their bodies from all angles and parts, and finding an opportunity to greet the audience with a blood-dripping axe for each opponent he tackled, who responded with cheers and petals.

"You're a cruel demon," Jamie Quintos stood in front of Brune as he came to the sideline for the third time and raised his hands to the crowd, "you could have spared them." ”

"Ah, you just knocked down the fifth," Bruen replied, "I just made a bet with that guy that you wouldn't take down more than five people, and it seems that the guy was prescient not to bet with me." ”

"It's just a gladiatorial arena!" Jamilin Quintus growled angrily, "This is not a battlefield! you just have to beat them, you yourself said that the audience will not care about the losers of the first few rounds!"

"Killing and wounding a person is far less laborious than not harming," Bruen said, "As a gladiator, it's not about giving mercy to your opponent, it's about winning the hearts of the audience!

"Are you an assassin?" Jamie Lin was a little surprised, "This is Chanda! you can't escape by assassinating me!"