After returning to the mansion and separating from Esenhard, Hassana opened the conversation and introduced the story of Iresa as the "king of blacksmiths" to Zhang Long and Fetsuma. It turned out that she was also a stupid and innocent girl at www.biquge.info the beginning, born in a very sad aristocratic family. It is said that it is a nobleman, but in fact it is even more miserable than many commoners: although she comes from the prominent Cooper family in Candras, her family has not been the eldest son for more than ten generations, and by the time it reaches her father Brian's generation, she has inherited nothing at all, and her family is so poor that the family is surrounded by walls. It can be said that in addition to a pedigree certificate, she is completely destitute, and her father is not motivated, neither willing to find a knight as a squire to take the conventional road of declining nobles, but also unwilling to put down his identity to join the army or business, as a result, he starved and froze for three days, and his wife couldn't bear to leave the little Iresa who was waiting to be fed and marry someone else. Brian, who was also considered to have a lost conscience, actually got the idea of his youngest daughter, and married her to a thirty-year-old lame son from the baron who had a bad reputation, and then received regular living expenses from his in-laws. In this way, Iresa grew up slowly, and at the age of fourteen, as soon as the first letter arrived, he was taken by his father to marry the lame man who was already in his forties, from the baron's house, in exchange for a small bride price.

However, life after marriage is really not very good. Although that son is lame, the root cause is not honest, he spends every day drinking in the wind and moon field, and his perverse personality always causes trouble. The old baron's family background was not very thick, and this stinky boy was defeated, and he was in debt, and finally in his twilight years, he was abolished by the Grand Duke and took over the fief, and he vomited blood and died. The ruined son who lost his family business and title not only did not repent, but also intensified his efforts to continue eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling during the day, and went home at night to fist and kick his young and beautiful wife, until one day he was beaten to death by the enemy in the street, and Iresa was freed from the sea of suffering. A few years later, she suddenly returned to Candras as a magical blacksmith, and soon caused an uproar in the blacksmith circle: this beautiful and enthusiastic young woman had defeated all the skilled craftsmen in the kingdom in successive blacksmithing competitions, and succeeded in snatching the crown of black iron from Griswaad's head, becoming a veritable king of blacksmiths.

Although Haishan didn't know what Iresa had experienced in the years since she ran away, this story also made Zhang Long and them sigh. I didn't expect this cheerful, enthusiastic and talented hottie to have such a bitter past, it's really a shameful life, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!

However, other people's stories belong to others after all, and their own legends still need to be written by themselves. Early the next morning, the rookies set out for the battle. Unlike the Xinding War, this time the senior gladiators also had a lot of accompanying them to watch, and the Wasam champion Ricksart, who had become buddies with Fetsuma, took the lead in cheering them on, which really flattered these rookies. Zhang Long knew that this was all borrowed from Fiktrama's light.

"Come on, Northerner, don't die!" Lexart's address to Fetsuma has changed from a derogatory "barbarian" to a neutral "Northerner", apparently recognizing him to some extent. Zhang Long couldn't help but be a little envious, but he quickly corrected his mentality: people are better than themselves, and no matter how envious they are, it is not yours to envy them, so it is better to think about how to win the game with this idle time.

The opening game has begun, and the draft battle is completely different from the new Ding battle, basically according to the regular game, but there is no final battle to the death. Everyone's opponent may be a gladiator of any faction, not against their own kind like in the Xinding War, so it is much more challenging, and if you run into a faction type that you are not good at dealing with, then wait and cry!

For example, according to his performance in the new fight, everyone thinks that he is a power player, and the Cai Qiao style itself is also offensive and weak, so the ill-intentioned competitors arranged an excellent and flexible "step man" for him, ready to see him and his master's jokes.

"The next group to appear is the Maxim family, the Stepman Gladiator, Credlaw, and the Isenhard family, the Gladiator, the Gladiator, Fekchuma!" the host finally announced.

With extreme excitement, the barbarian took the great axe that had just been returned to the furnace and forged by Kaison, and the blade shone with a dark golden light, and walked towards the battlefield with a long roar, looking up to the sky, "Esenhard!" His mountain-like and majestic star face was indeed very eye-catching, and the audience gave him a warm applause in return.

The one on the other side is much smaller and more delicate in comparison, but his appearance is also extremely high: the face under the metal light helmet is very handsome and chic, with a pair of bright blue eyes that are very sultry, and he is the kind of handsome guy who is the favorite of innocent girls and middle-aged and elderly grandmothers, but men generally have a strange aversion to this kind of face. Cred's nonchalantly dancing sword flowers, as if the giant man in front of him was papier-mâché at all, aroused Fetsuma's anger even more.

"Begin!" As soon as the host finished speaking, Fetsuma screamed and pounced on him with an axe: he couldn't wait to split the little white face in half. Seeing that the opponent entered the attack radius of the giant axe, the barbarian's roar suddenly doubled, and he slashed!

The heavy blade of the axe slashed straight down at Credlaw's head, and when he saw that it was about to split it in half like a melon, Credlaw suddenly withdrew with a charming smile, and the great axe did not have time to retract, and slashed at it, raising the yellow sand in the sky.

"Good!" the audience cheered in unison. Whether it is the strength of Fekruma's blow or the calm dodge of Credlao, it is exciting enough, and it is not easy to see in ordinary games.

Before the dust cleared, Credlaw took advantage of his faction and walked to Fetsuma's side with a long sword stabbing him in the ribs. How could the barbarian let him succeed? The great axe that had been chopping on the ground was pulled back at once, and he aimed it at Cred's fierce sweep with attack and defense. Xiao Junnan never expected Fei Quma to react so quickly, knowing that this sword could not take advantage, he immediately retracted his hand, his footwork was not chaotic at all, and he took a few steps to dodge the attack, and no one could threaten the other party in the first round.

In Fitsuma's opinion, failing to take advantage was his own failure, and his anger intensified, and he began the second round almost without thinking, swinging his arms and slashing his axe diagonally at Credlaw's handsome face. This slash is as fast as thunder, if the other party is really a rookie, it is impossible to dodge, but Credlaw is a soldier after all, what has not been seen in the army? Fetsuma's strength was indeed amazing, and in a hurry, she used her strength to withdraw her weapon in time, but she didn't have time to turn the axe blade to fight back, so she had to reverse the axe handle and slam into the incoming blade. Credlaw, of course, knew that he would suffer a loss if his blades met, so he immediately retracted his attack, took two quick steps and circled behind Fekchuma's back, and his sword stabbed at the barbarian's back.

"How do you dare to chop off Lao Tzu's kidneys!" Fei Quma hurriedly jumped to the side to dodge, turned in mid-air and turned to face the enemy again, and cursed. This kid obviously has a shield, but he never tries to parry, just moves to dodge, waiting for an opportunity to attack, is it completely two routines with Rixat.

This time, Credlaw took the initiative to attack, and the barbarians were overjoyed: Facing the head-on attack, who could be Lao Tzu's opponent? Immediately, a powerful downward slash met Credlaw's brain, and seeing that Credlaw was about to take the initiative to hit the blade of the axe, the corners of his mouth showed a smile again.

If I dare to charge, I am sure that I will win!Credlaw suddenly took a sideways step, and actually went around under the slash of Phyruma, and then the long sword struck, and the barbarian could not avoid it, and saw red on the spot, and a deep hole was pierced in his flank.

"Wow!" Fetsuma sprang away in embarrassment, and the sword could not go any further to avoid a broken stomach, but the intense pain further ignited his anger, and the barbarian instantly adjusted his balance and strode forward, slashing at Kraderau's shoulder with all his might. The little handsome man smiled brightly and walked away calmly, the giant axe only slashed into a cloud of air.

Makqin in the VIP seat smiled triumphantly, and he felt that Credlaw had won the game. Agile and precise attacks have always been the nemesis of simple and brutal strength, and for the current Phytchuma, being played to death by nimble movement is a certainty.

"Die!" Furious, Phytrema slammed the axe at Credrau again and again, but was dodged by the subtle moves. Zhang Long couldn't help but sweat for his good brother behind the iron grille window in the rest area: this Kradelaw's style is similar to Suharto in the Western Expedition Warrior War, in that game, Burke won by the barbarian mysteries, and Fetsuma didn't know anything at all!

However, after a while, Zhang Long saw another way: Fei Quma, driven by the extremely violent battle intent, attacked like a cloud of water, without any pause, and with incomparably powerful power, the move was deadly. At first, Credlaw kept moving to dodge and wait for an opportunity to counterattack, but soon found that under such a dense attack, he had no chance to use his sword at all, unless...... At the risk of injury!

Are you kidding, how can you survive being slashed with such a tiger axe?

Credlaw couldn't laugh anymore, he could only continue to move like this, waiting for the other party's flaws, but the moment of exhaustion.

Damn, I don't believe how long you can keep attacking like this, and when you're tired, it's time to die!

The gap in physical strength is really too big. Clay's hard work: footwork is the soul of a stepman, and once his position slows down, the game can basically be lost. Although his physical exertion per unit of time is much smaller than that of the other party, he can't withstand the natural divine power of the barbarian! Now both of them have begun to get tired, and their strengths are no longer so brilliant, it depends on who makes the mistake first, and whoever loses.

An extremely painful war of attrition began, and although Fitsuma was reckless, how could she not know the horror of her opponent? Once she could not keep up with her own attack, she would be caught in the gap and stabbed with a sword, which was no joke! So neither of them dared to relax, one attacked, the other dodged, and both of them became more and more sluggish and reluctant, and finally, at the moment when the hearts of the audience were hung in their throats, they both exhausted their strength, and at the same time fell to their knees with a thud, and neither of them could get up.

Draw!