The sound of footsteps in the hall was getting closer and closer, and he could almost feel the fire on the wall rock being driven by the wind, and Alan looked at Wood in front of him vigilantly, playing with the dagger, not knowing where he had offended this guy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He took a few steps back, and inadvertently knocked down the weapon rack by the wall, and the iron scattered to the ground with a terrifying screech, the sound of a black steel sword unsheathed, and the tip of the sword pointed at Wood in front of the table.

"Knight!" the smile on Wood's face faded into a look of surprise, "what are you doing? Why are you pointing your sword at me?"

"What a coincidence, and that's what I want to ask, what do you mean by the soldier outside the door?" Alan asked, staring at Wood warily.

"Soldier?" Wood's eyes twitched, "Oh my God, what the hell are you thinking? Those are the 'beasts' I've carefully selected for you, why don't you go out and have a look?"

"The beast chosen for me?"

Since there were no windows in the stone house, Alan slowly moved to the door, and the black steel sword in his hand kept pointing at Wood, not daring to let up in the slightest. He turned his head to look out the door, and in the low hall stood a row of men dressed in black coarse clothes, all of whom were of different ages, skin colors, and figures, from the age of the weak crown to the age of the sixtieth year, from yellow skin to black skin, the only thing they had in common was that their bodies were all scarred.

Alan turned around and saw Wood pinching the gold coin on the table, rubbing it against the corner of his coat as if he feared it was a gold-dusted counterfeit.

"Mistress Wood, I'm back!" a voice rang out outside the door.

The strange young man who had just run out walked into the house and looked at Allen, who was drawing his sword.

"Respect, knight, this is ..... What's wrong?" asked the young man, leaning against the wooden door.

"Nothing. Alan put the black steel sword into the scabbard, "What do these people mean outside the door?"

"Oh, knight, because your bid is so high, if you were to be given a duel with a beast, you might have to face three or five adult lions at once, and I'm sure you have the power to defeat them, but the people in the stands don't think so, after all, how can a human defeat so many beasts at the same time! Outside the door are all well-known fighters in our Colosseum, those who can stand here, at least ten or more beasts have been killed, their prices are of course higher than those beasts, you can choose one or more of them to fight with you, they are safer than those beasts!" the young man explained with a smile.

Alan looked at the skillful young man and turned to walk towards the hall. The burly fighters stood in the hall in a row, their eyes resolute, looking ahead, each wearing only a shallow coarse robe, Alan glanced at each of them, these guys were still staring directly in front of him, like a wax figure in a monastery.

Wood followed, and he patted the chest muscles of one of the middle-aged fighters, "Look, my lord, these are the best fighters in our Colosseum!

The young man chimed in beside him, "Yes, my lord, I have already helped you go to see it just now, Captain Sersi is sitting in the stands, and he is still sitting in the first row today, that is the most exciting viewing point, when you cut off the head of one of them, it will definitely attract the attention of Commander Cersi, tomorrow now, maybe you will be the captain of a certain detachment of the Horned Infantry Regiment!"

Alan didn't listen to the two men's recommendations at all, he paced back and forth in front of the fighters, these guys looked a little strange, each of them breathed at almost the same rate, all of them looked straight ahead, and by the faint light of the fire in the hall, he found that the fighters had no expression in their eyes, like a group of thoughtless animals, standing straight there.

"Ahem....."

Wood pretended to cough dryly, "My lord, have you thought about it, although we have time to wait for you, but Captain Sercy will not wait for you, he may leave the Colosseum at any time, for the sake of your gold coin not to be spent in vain, are you .....?"

Alan looked at one of the white-haired old men, his arms were covered with the claw marks of beasts, his bony hands hanging at his sides, the scars lying on his skin like raised centipedes, and his smooth breathing could not show any tension.

"I'll choose this old man!" Alan said, pointing to the white-haired fighter in front of him.

The young man glanced at Wood, then turned to Alan and said, "My lord, do you have a different choice, this fighter looks a little ....."

"What's the matter? too old? I think he's safer!" Alan smiled and patted the old man's arm.

"My lord, I have already told you that these fighters are safer than the beasts, and they are all ....."

Wood quickly reached out and pressed his hand on the youth's shoulder, and he took a step forward, blocking the youth behind him. "Your choice is very good, my lord," he said, "although this fighter looks very old, he once fought two wolves at the same time with his bare hands, and he won the victory, many nobles in the city have seen his performance, and his price is just one gold coin, if you have decided, I will arrange for you to play immediately!"

"It's up to him, should you introduce the rules and precautions?"

"There are no hard and fast rules in the Colosseum, and duels are fought until one side dies. Now there's a show going on, and when this one is over, you can go on the field, it seems that you don't need to have another weapon, I'll take you to the entrance passage later, and you can just follow the passage to enter the arena. Wood clapped his hands, and except for the white-haired fighter that Allen had chosen, the others walked out of the hall like a bunch of walking dead.

Alan looked at the back of the group of puppets leaving, their faces from beginning to end, there was no expression, obviously they had been sold as goods, but none of them showed a little nervousness, and when the white-haired old man was chosen, the faces of the others did not show joy.

"Oh my God, why is this so heavy!"

"Damn, how much black bread he ate before he came on the field that didn't cost money!"

The two men carried a headless corpse out of the dark tunnel at the side of the hall, and Alan saw from a distance that the corpse looked like a guy who had just fought a wolf, his head set aside, and the blood had congealed into a scar the size of a bowl.

"Your Excellency, please go this way. Wood whispered.

Alan followed Wood to another tunnel in the hall, and after a short period of darkness, the tunnel became narrower and narrower, and the two walked in the bloody and damp tunnel one after the other, and a little white light appeared not far away.

"My lord, the front is the entrance, because these tunnels are shared by ****, so the design is relatively narrow, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. Wood said, pointing to his slightly bloated body.

The two staggered through the narrow tunnel, and Wood waved at Allen, turned and disappeared into the darkness.