Chapter 006: New Rules

Characters in this chapter: Sheriff - Harrick, Inquisitor - Potans, Dégiosburg - Baron Ebke William, Fort Lentia - Count of Montville. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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When Brune took two steps back and swung his sword to counterattack, he used his shield to block in time, and was shocked by the power of the two-handed sword to take two steps back, and was about to step forward again, but both Leshudale and Brune noticed that the cheers in the audience were gradually disappearing, so the two of them invariably stepped away from each other and looked around.

At this time, the passages around the arena and around the auditorium were already filled with heavily armed Chanda City Guards, and on the podium, the sheriff Harrick, was talking to the judge of the gladiatorial arena.

"You can't do this!" the inquisitor Potans protested eagerly, the fat on his face trembling violently, "This will ruin Zenda's gladiatorial career, do you understand? What is this? Is it a child's game? No, no, no, no, you are mistaken, this is the stage of courage and strength! It is the gladiatorial arena of glory and blood! The Chamber of Commerce has an agreement with the Earl, and the gladiatorial arena is taken care of by our Chanda Chamber of Commerce, you have no right to do this, I will go to the Earl!"

Harrick's face was solemn: "You are so proud of glory, I don't know if you are willing to glorify our gladiatorial arena with your blood? In addition, you have made a mistake, the agreement stipulates that the gladiatorial arena will be operated and managed by you, but the management belongs to us, and the Earl has ordered me to deal with it with all the powers, and if you have any objections, you can go to the Earl." ”

Harrick no longer paid attention to the stammering Potans and strode up to the podium, first bowing slightly to the nobles on the podium, and then turning to the audience and announcing loudly: "I'm sorry to disturb the distinguished guests, gladiatorial fighting, it is an ancient tradition that has existed in Chanda since the founding of the city, and it has become the premier competition mecca on the Calradia continent to this day, and here, you see the highest level of competition on this continent!"

"Yes, yes, let's get started!" shouted the gamblers in the audience.

"That's right, but we're not here to hear the sheriff speak! besides, the three-year-old you mentioned knows it......," the nobles in the VIP table grumbled sneeringly.

"But gladiatorial combat is not brutal killing! blood and death are not the true meaning of gladiatorial fighting!" Harris raised his voice. "The current gladiatorial fighting has gradually departed from the original intention of the Chanda gladiatorial competition, and the original intention of honing the fighting skills in order to defend the homeland and the family! Therefore, there are some new rules for the gladiatorial arena that have been announced and immediately implemented: First, anyone who lays down his arms in the gladiatorial arena and signals surrender shall not continue to attack the surrenderer, and the offender shall be punished as murder......

"What?!, what else does that mean?"

"What kind of bullshit is this! Go home and get milk!"

"We don't pay to come and dance! we want real fighting!"

Harrick's first rule caused an uproar, and Potans stood in the VIP seat with a smile.

A gladiatorial fight in Chanda often involves millions of dinars, and regardless of the nobles in the VIP seats, even the people in the audience are by no means obedient little sheep, and those crazy gamblers are not easy to clean up.

"Die!" an orange flew out of the VIP seat and smashed into Harrick's helmet, sending red juice flying everywhere.

The young man who threw oranges, dressed in a silk robe decorated with shiny mink fur at the collar and cuffs, and a headband studded with rubies in his short dark brown curly hair, sat on a high-backed chair and shouted and mocked: "Take your **** rules and get out! Let your self-appointed earl teach you how to be a sheriff, and go to the brothels and dungeons to get down to business!" Hahaha......" The young nobleman's actions drew a chorus of ridicule and applause.

Harrick's face was expressionless like a stone carved with a hole on it, but he raised his left hand high, so the five hundred city guards in the field raised their spears three times at the same time, and the huge and neat roar made the entire gladiatorial arena vibrate, and the scene that was like a storm in the open sea just now suddenly calmed down.

The young nobleman and his knight of the guards saw the six city guards stepping into the VIP seats, and immediately kicked over the long table and drew their swords, but they were soon trapped in the rope nets they had thrown.

"How dare you be so presumptuous to me Baron Ebek William! My father is Lord Claes William, Lord of Deqiosburg! If you dare to hurt me, my father will send iron horsemen to level the whole of Zenda! Skinning you and tearing you out of your bones will make you live and die! You will regret it! Let go of me! I want to see Aracis! Let go of me......" Ebok's voice faded away and disappeared outside the gladiatorial arena.

"Baron Ebcock is rude," said another man in the podium, but Harrick was familiar with his name, the Earl of Montville of Fort Lundia. "But Lord Harrick's handling is probably excessive, after all, he is a nobleman of the Svadia Kingdom, and he should not be treated like this in a free city-state like Chanda. ”

"That's right," Potans agreed, "Your reckless behavior will bring disaster to Zenda!"

Harrick bowed slightly, "Lord Count, I am only on official duty in Chanda, and we will also guarantee the safety and freedom of Baron Abbuck - while he obeys the laws of Chanda. ”

With a smile on his face, Montville said, "I'm just a little reminder as a friend, it's a nice day, but I'm afraid the best part is over, goodbye, my sheriff." Montville left the Colosseum with his retinue.

Potans retreated from his seat and whispered to a minion, who left the arena as well.

Harrick caught a drop of orange juice from the edge of his forehead helmet and flicked it off, scanned it for a week and continued to read it aloud: "Second, whoever declares his surrender must immediately withdraw from gladiatorial fighting, and any attack shall be punished as murder......;

When Harrick on the high platform finished announcing the new gladiatorial rules, Brune in the arena suddenly lowered his weapon and surrendered: "You have won." ”

Seeing that the battle suddenly stopped in the battlefield, the audience was suddenly unhappy, and the shouts and cheers that filled the arena suddenly turned into a lasting boo.

Unconcerned, Brooke left the arena behind the spectators and gamblers in the stands who were cursing at him, and walked alone to the rest area of the arena.

The arrogant aristocrats, the plainly dressed paupers, the craftsmen, the scarred old fighters, the crippled veterans in pride, the ordinary women, the scantily clad dancers and teenage children, the screams and boos of these people seemed to tear down the roof of the arena.

But under the deterrence of the five hundred city guards, these spectators and gamblers could only vent their frustration with loud noise.

The game is over, and the people who have vented are starting to leave the stadium gradually.