There was a strange smell wafting in the air, the warmth from his upper lip made Alan sniffle, and the old leather mixed with the sour smell of blood burrowed into his nostrils, and the irritating smell made him sneeze. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white-haired fighter froze in place, he didn't let out a scream immediately, the nobles in the stands thought that there was something wrong with the guy's pain nerves, and Allen, who was standing in front of him, saw a strange scene, this guy's face first flashed a smile, then hatred mixed with anger, and finally a painful expression, although it was only a short second or two, it was enough to make Allen's back cold, and every pore in his body stood up.

"Uhh

This scream seemed to be held for a whole century, the tall and sturdy fighter seemed extremely fragile at this moment, he couldn't even cover his stump with his hands, blood kept flowing out of the two blood holes, his mouth opened to an amazing extent, it looked like his jaw was dislocated, his bloodshot eyeballs were almost about to fall out of the deep sunken eye sockets, and the meridians of the whole body were like countless thin snakes protruding from the skin, especially the two vertebral arteries from the throat to the jaw, which were particularly terrifying.

Alan looked at the scene in front of him in horror, this was definitely not a reflection of normal human beings, the white-haired fighter fell to the ground, he didn't know how to protect his two stumps, let alone how to end this unbearable pain.

"Great! Give him another sword!"

"Knight, don't poke him in the heart, let him die later!"

The nobles in the stands let out a noisy cry, and almost everyone was celebrating the bloody battle in front of them.

Alan crouched down and looked at the fighters on the ground, he suddenly regretted that maybe he shouldn't have approached Sersi in such a way at all, his approach was almost no different from those nobles in the stands.

"Please..... Kill me....."

The old man on the ground squeezed out a few words intermittently from his dry throat, and after speaking, his head drooped into the mud, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he exhaled bursts of white heat.

"Tell me, why are you willing to be sold, did that guy named Wood give you any potion?"

As soon as Allen's words fell, a figure suddenly flashed next to him, and a bloody dagger was plunged into the old man's chest, and he only twitched a few times, and then it was like a dead tree root, and there was no movement.

Wood stood up and raised his hands and shouted into the stands, "Congratulations to this valiant knight.....!

The sound of a sword blade cutting through the air sounded in Wood's ears, and everyone in the stands stood up in an instant, they looked blankly at the center of the arena, Wood's head was cut in half by the sharp blade, the blood had not yet flowed out, the burly body had fallen into the blood, Alan wiped the sword blade on the stump, and his indifferent expression looked a little terrifying.

There was a lot of talk in the stands, and Sersi in the first row also stood up.

"Be quiet!" Alan yelled at the stands, "shut your mouths for me!"

"Do you wonder why this guy suddenly rushed out and killed the dying fighter on the ground! I must wonder why I killed this guy! I want to tell you all that this Colosseum is a graveyard for slaves! No one of them could get out of here and enter the Horn Legion of their dreams! The only one who could get that ticket could be a powerful nobleman! This white-haired fighter lying on the ground was bought by me for a gold coin!"

A sonorous sound resounded in the Colosseum, and everyone in the stands fell silent.

"At first I thought I could gain the respect of some of you through a fair duel! But when I went backstage at the Colosseum, I realized that it was all a hoax! The guy who had his head cut off told me that he could buy the life of a famous fighter for just one gold coin! All the slaves who came here wanted to exchange their worthless lives for some fame and join the Horn Legion, so as to get rid of their status! But things were not as ..... as they thought"

"Kill him—"

Before Allen could finish his words, seven or eight reckless men in armor suddenly rushed out of the surrounding tunnels, holding bloody weapons, and frantically slaughtered the troublemakers.

A long axe swept away, Alan lifted the black steel sword to block the heavy weapon, a dull collision sound sounded in his ears, three or two sparks were fleeting, and the reckless man in front of him saw that a blow missed, and immediately raised a five-foot-long giant axe and slashed at the enemy.

Alan turned around sensitively, dodged the blow again, held the black steel sword with one hand and stabbed the reckless man in front of him, the sharp tip of the sword pierced into the flesh and blood and pulled it out in an instant, the person's body had not yet fallen, Alan suddenly felt a gust of wind in his ears, he subconsciously lowered his head, a blood-colored sharp blade pierced his horsetail, and the red rope that tied his hair slowly fell into the blood-colored mud.

The long chestnut hair was scattered on his shoulders, Alan had just dodged the stabbing sword, there was a sudden pain in his left leg, and a spear pierced his calf, Alan turned around and swung his sword to cut off the spear, the black steel sword took advantage of the momentum to pick up, the sharp blade against the chin of the spear owner cut his throat, and the long sword behind him hit his waist again, Alan turned over and fell into the mud sideways, rolled around to avoid a flail that smashed into his back, and his left hand pulled out the broken brother from his lower limbs without hesitation, and blood splattered out instantly.

Alan gasped for breath and got up from the ground, a sharp pain came from his calf, and the pulse moved to the wound at this moment, each beating twitching his pain nerves.

He reached out and pulled his long chestnut hair back to his head and looked at the five or six strong men with weapons in front of him. They clenched the weapons in their hands, their eyes fiercely glared at their lovers, the fight just now made them a little timid, this guy in front of them, no one dared to step forward.

"Ahh

One of the strong men let out a scream, and Alan saw the tip of his sword peeking out of his chest, and the strong man who had been stabbed was kicked to the ground, and he fell to the ground without even seeing his killer.

Alan saw through the gap in the fall that a diminutive guy was carrying a long sword, and the rest of the strong men immediately turned around. Seeing that the enemy had slackened, Eren immediately took his sword and beheaded one of them.

The remaining three strong men suddenly threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground almost at the same time, Alan couldn't help but cut off the heads of the two again, and when he turned his head to look at the last man, he saw that the man was pierced by the long sword from the throat to the back of the head, and he fell to the ground without even screaming.

The fierce fight came to an abrupt end at this moment, and Alan sat down in the mud exhausted, he reached out to wipe the blood that had splashed into his eyes, and panted for breath as he looked at the man with the sword in front of him.