When the entire venue was almost full, the crowd gradually quieted down and waited for the celebration to begin. When the sun hung high in the sky, a group of mighty cavalrymen wearing red cloaks, masks, and armor slowly walked from the main entrance of the gladiatorial arena.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and a sturdy old man who looked to be in his fifties, wearing a silver-white headdress with a ruby in the middle and a rich robe made of silk, rode on a white steed, and descended to the center of the gladiatorial arena surrounded by the cavalry behind him.

"This is the current Oakbe Patriarch of the Oakby family, Duke Oakbe XII. William said next to Little Peter.

Duke Okeby XII stopped in the middle of the arena, clearing his throat and shouting loudly. As for what was being said, the nobles and priests around occasionally nodded their heads and applauded together when the duke said something wonderful.

When the Duke had finished speaking, a group of dancing girls dressed in tulle began to enter. They danced in the center of the gladiatorial arena, making some seductive movements from time to time, and the atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena boiled all at once. Many civilians sitting at the back of the fourth floor stood up excitedly, waving their arms and not knowing what they were saying.

When the dancers' performance was over, a group of barefoot priests dressed plainly walked in. An altar was erected in the center of the arena, and a tiger was held in an iron cage and lifted by two soldiers from a room at the back of the arena.

The priests prayed holy, solemnly, and the arena was silent, and everyone watched the ritual take place. As the ceremony progressed, a strong, heavily armed soldier walked in from the outside, first waving his sword and shield in his hand, and then walking around the venue, attracting countless cheers everywhere he went.

When he returned to the altar that had been built, the two soldiers released the tiger in the iron cage, and the tiger finally got out of the iron cage and couldn't help but lift his spirits, and with a long roar in the sky, he shook his tail and stared at the strong soldier in front of him, and from time to time there were bursts of low roars in his throat.

The soldier struck the shield with his sword in one hand and the other with a metallic sound. He watched the tiger's movements with both eyes as he cautiously approached, and when he reached a certain distance, he began to circle in circles, hunching slightly, ready at any time. The tiger scratched the ground with its paws a few times uneasily, opened its bloody mouth and let out a loud roar.

As the atmosphere rose, the crowd of onlookers gradually lost their patience, and they all stood up, waving their arms vigorously, stamping their feet, and roaring loudly: "Kill it, kill it." "As if influenced from the sidelines and as if knowing it was time to attack, the soldier and the tiger pounced on each other at almost the same time.

The soldier lay on his back on the ground, and the tiger lay on top of him, and he used his shield to cover his face and throat, and the tiger's claws above the shield kept flapping. The tiger growled with its mouth and roared miserably, and the soldier had stabbed it in the stomach with the sword in his hand, and its tail flicked its limbs, and its voice kept waving, and its voice became deeper and lower, and gradually stopped moving. The soldier waited cautiously for a moment, then crawled out from under the tiger, gasping for breath, then drawing his sword and cutting off the tiger's head, holding his head in one hand and roaring at the spectators with the sword in the other.

Little Peter saw that the armor on his body was basically in tatters, and all the places that were not protected by the armor were covered in blood.

The priests took the soldier's head and placed it in the middle of the altar, around which they danced for an unknown number of steps for the final rites.

The soldier kept signaling to the audience around the field, and little Peter saw the noble girls and noblewomen around him throwing handkerchiefs into the field like crazy, and the first row leaned out and stretched out their hands to pull wildly on the soldier.

After the sacrifices and soldiers left the stage, the emotions of the audience slowly calmed down. Duke Okebi reappeared, looked around and shouted, "Now let's enjoy the gladiatorial tournament to your heart's content, I don't think you can wait." Now let's let our beastfighters go on the field and play with the beasts. ”

As his words fell, a locked door opened. A thin slave with bare feet and only shorts staggered out, his small stature and trembling walk, and he needed to be pushed by the soldiers to get to the playing field.

When he reached the playing area, the door of the opposite house was also opened. A mighty and majestic lion stepped out with graceful steps.

The slave saw that his opponent was a lion and showed despair, and he couldn't even stand on his feet. The lion roared, looked disdainfully at his opponent and took a few steps around before lunging down the abandoned slave to the ground. The hind paws slashed at his belly, and the intestines flowed to the ground at once, and the sharp teeth bit him at the throat and ended the miserable life of the slave.

The lion shook his head and tore at the corpses of his slaves, and from time to time let out a few low growls of satisfaction. The emotions of the surrounding spectators were immediately aroused, and the entire gladiatorial arena seemed to be filled with loud cheers and boos.

Little Peter turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him, but he couldn't help but feel chills when he found that many aristocratic women around him were talking and laughing while watching the male lion eat.

With the killing of beasts and the death of slaves, the entire playing field was covered with stumps and severed arms, and blood stained every floor tile like no money.

Finally, only one man was left standing in the entire field, and a huge black bear fell in front of him. The cheers around him were higher and higher, people's emotions were driven to a very high place, and little Peter also couldn't take his eyes off it from the beginning to now, he felt that this game was the expression of strength, and he trembled all over.

A priest walked into the venue and performed a ritual for the dead life, and then a team of soldiers escorted several prisoners in.

The audience shouted, "Kill them, kill these heinous bandits." ”

After the prisoners were escorted to the field, they fell to their knees, and an executioner walked behind the first prisoner and tightened his machete. With a single blow, a human head rolled out of the distance, and a headless corpse fell to the ground, the blood sprayed red the executioner's cheeks, making him look even more fierce.

As the corpses fell to the ground, the enthusiasm of the audience was ignited to the highest point, they kept waving their arms and saying unknown words in their mouths. Finally the executioner came behind a female prisoner and stopped him before a soldier could execute him.

Several strong male lions were released, red eyes, and unidentified roars from their mouths, and they were so hot-tempered that they were constantly trying to shake off the shackles that were wrapped around their bodies. It took a great deal of effort for the soldiers who were pulling them to pacify them.

When the male lions smelled the female prisoner, they struggled desperately, pushing each other and roaring angrily. As the soldiers unshackled them, they pounced on the female prisoner, but perhaps instinctively turned their gaze on the other lions.

The lions pounced and died. Only the last one was lame on one hind leg, covered in shocking wounds.

Little Peter watched the crowd around him become agitated, and they frantically threw everything in their hands into the field, and kept shouting, "Up, hurry up." ”

The last surviving male lion finally came to the female prisoner, his eyes red as if he were about to shed blood, and his mouth moaned in bursts.