Alan watched Wood's figure disappear into the darkness, turned and walked towards the white light, he leaned against the damp wall, and there was a sticky touch on his hand, I don't know if it was blood or moldy moss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The further they went, the narrower the tunnel became, and the tunnel seemed to have been carefully designed by a craftsman, and the fellows must have pushed the wooden cage containing the beast here, and when the cage door opened, they began to drive away the beast, because the tunnel was built so low and narrow that the big beasts could not turn around at all, and they had to run towards the little light in front of them.

Alan faintly heard cheers all around, the sound sounded right above his head, and the savage pleasure made the slave owners rejoice, and now he might be walking under the ass of some noble lady, and they must have thrown themselves into the arms of the man next to them.

A bright light temporarily took away everything in front of him, and after a long period of darkness, Alan felt a little sore from his eyeballs, and he closed his eyes and stood at the exit of the tunnel, for some reason, he was a little nervous.

After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, and a large wetland appeared in front of him, the entire dueling arena was potholed, and the ground was imprinted with countless footprints of humans and wild people, and the black fine clay seemed to have just passed through a rain of blood, which looked extremely viscous.

Alan stepped into the battlefield, and within two steps of his boots, two thick pieces of blood clay stuck to the soles of his boots, which felt like stepping on a large piece of cherry pie, but the smell of blood was really disgusting. He looked up at the harsh surroundings, the arena was surrounded by high stone walls, which looked like they were ten feet tall, and when he first stood on the stands, he didn't feel so high, and now that he was here, he felt like a frog at the bottom of a well, or a cricket in a clay pot, and he had the illusion of being manipulated by others.

"I heard that this is a duel between two fighters, it sounds interesting!"

"Hey, look, that old man looks a little familiar, isn't he the guy who killed two wolves with his bare hands last time? God Namu forbid, which unlucky ghost is going to duel him!haha!"

"I bet that old man must win, I'll bet ten silver coins!"

Alan stood by the stone wall, and there was a few chatters above him, because the stone wall was too high for them to see the people standing under their feet, Alan suddenly wanted to wait until they had finished buying the gambling tickets before going out, so that the guys would lose a few silver coins, although that money might not be enough for them to prostitute for a night.

Not far away, the white-haired fighter walked barefoot into the arena, and Alan noticed that he had changed into a suit, the thick leather sleeveless armor looked a little ill-fitting, and he was carrying a two-toothed fork with barbs in his hand, the tip of the fork was red with blood, and the scar on his arm made him look very difficult to mess with.

The old man stood in the middle of the arena, looking at Alan who was cowering in the corner with resolute eyes, he slowly raised the two-toothed fork in his hand, the action seemed to provoke the coward huddled in the corner, and everyone in the stands looked at the corner of the arena in the direction of the fork.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Alan took a deep breath and walked towards the white-haired fighter, the boos from the stands made him a little nervous, Alan wondered why he was in this mood, the one standing in front of him was just a non-threatening old man, he was not even as good as an ordinary Horn Legionnaire, not to mention that the guy was bought for a gold coin, and he really lost the face of the Dalton family.

As he walked across from the old man, the nobles in the stands shouted again, as if to announce the battle, and many of them spat out noisy expletives and gestured disdainfully at Allen.

Allen, who was looking around, suddenly heard an angry roar in front of him, and saw the white-haired fighter in front of him clenching his two-toothed forks with both hands, slowly lowering his lower plate, and looking at himself fiercely with his eyes, as if in a duel posture.

Alan slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, pushed the blade away from the scabbard, he habitually took two steps back, looked at the white-haired fighter in front of him, and thought that the gold coin had already begun to work, this guy seemed to be afraid of hurting himself, and reminded him before he started.

Thinking of this, Allen's mood relaxed a little at the moment, and he raised the black steel sword and slowly moved sideways, carefully observing the movements of the enemy in front of him.

Suddenly, the white-haired fighter held the fork in both hands, and let out a hoarse cheering sound from his throat, the fierce eyes seemed to really want to kill the opponent, and the blood-stained fork tip stabbed Allen's waist, Allen lowered his head and flashed suddenly, the sharp fork tip rubbed his cloak and poked behind him, the white-haired fighter saw this and withdrew the power in his hand, and the two-toothed fork immediately changed from stabbing to sweeping with the change of attack, accompanied by the cry of the thorn tearing the air, Allen took two steps back, and the sharp barb swept aside against the bearskin armor.

"Hey, knight, you're so quick!"

"Hey, young man, hack him with your sword! I just bought you to win!"

"Ponytail Knight! Kill the old man!"

The shouts of the nobles came from the stands, just two simple dodge moves, and the guys had already changed their supporters one-sidedly. Alan looked down at his shirt, the blade did not touch the corner of the clothes, although the guy in front of him had gray hair, but he was indeed a veteran of the fighting arena, and the strength in his hand was no worse than that of a young man.

Alan was thinking about how to make this duel a little more exciting, suddenly two sharp red dots struck again in front of him, he leaned sideways, dodged this stabbing blow, and his left hand subconsciously grabbed the sharp weapon that attacked him, just a little force, 'pop' a crisp sound, the two-toothed fork was accidentally broken by himself, easily like breaking a dry wheat stalk, Alan held the broken two-toothed fork blankly, and froze in place for a while.

"Look! That young man is a natural god!"

"Oh my God! he broke the old man's weapon with one hand!"

"Damn! I knew I should have bought him to win!"

The shouts of the nobles came from the stands again, Alan pretended to throw the two-toothed fork aside, and looked at the half-cut iron weapon before leaving his hand, there were obvious saw marks at the fracture, no wonder the attack of the white-haired fighter just now was so fierce, the service of that one gold coin was really insignificant, even the weapons were manipulated, fortunately he dodged three attacks, if he was unfortunate enough to be hit, it is estimated that those people in the stands should shout words like 'invulnerability' now.

The old man in front of him didn't give Alan time to reverie at all, he suddenly threw away the broken weapon in his hand, like a jackal pounced on Allen.

Alan was thinking about how this farce should end at the moment, and suddenly saw the old man in front of him pounce, he wanted to swing his sword to scare the old man away, but he didn't expect this upright old guy to do the slightest dodging move.

The sharp blade flashed in front of his eyes, and a pair of hands fell to the ground, blood spurted out of the two flat stumps in an instant, and a strong stream of heat splashed onto Allen's face.