The result of the semi-finals made the audience familiar with the arena a little abrupt, 'One-Eyed' is a gladiator who has won three consecutive weekly championships in this arena, and a barbarian warrior who has stepped into the third order with half a foot, you must know that the third order is a big watershed in this world. www.biquge.info For example, Claude's advanced profession is a warrior, and he can basically master his anger value and his own natural ability, so his strength level is half a rank higher than that of an ordinary second-order warrior.

Take the level of online games to calculate that the first order is equal to ten levels, one to ten levels for civilians or adventurers, after ten levels can stimulate talent to transfer to advanced occupations, each advanced profession has three general talents, these talents have been explored after countless generations of thousands of years of research to form a more intuitive power advanced system, and each system has a corresponding book handed down. In larger human settlements, cities, and strongholds, there are temples of knowledge that will help advanced professionals.

But once the base number of creatures expands to a certain extent, there will always be some mutations or something strange, just like a hybrid with exaggerated bloodlines or any adventure to get the inheritance of certain existences, which can trigger the fourth more powerful additional talent, which is a powerful power given by the race or some special existence, and the existence that can open the fourth talent will often leave a strong mark in the history of the continent or become a ruler.

In addition to talent, there is also a crucial source of power, that is, 'Bloodline Legacy', this thing is no different from the lottery, some people can master the power of a certain element at birth, or will gradually stimulate the power of 'Bloodline Legacy' in the process of growth, so most people with strong power have their own affinity for a certain element.

For example, Fran, she comes with a Shadow Affinity, this 'Bloodline Legacy' is almost equal to the bonus of a permanently solidified powerful Shadow Protection Barrier and Extreme Shadow Damage Elixir, this temporary spell and potion in the human world is almost as valuable as a small barony, and of course, no baron is stupid enough to exchange the entire territory for a buff effect that only lasts a few hours.

The third order is a huge watershed, most people are stuck between the peak of the second order and the third order for a lifetime, and they will never be able to take that small step, the improvement of this step can be said to be a qualitative change, because the third-order talent is really terrifying enough, take the warrior as an example, there are three kinds of talents brought by the third order of the berserk system.

One is 'Death's Wish': Every time you are hit or hit an enemy, you have a chance to trigger a Berserk Stance that lasts for 5 seconds (Fury Stance: Greatly increases physical damage, reduces the duration of various debuffs, and rage is max).

The second is 'Heavy Grinding': each attack provides additional physical damage, which cannot be resisted by units below this level, if the rank is lower than the main body, then it will greatly trigger the crush effect (Crush: 100% increased damage, very small chance of direct kill).

It's even more troublesome if it's the third talent, the passive effect of this talent called 'Savage Rush' is solidified tenacity +3 (higher gain from armor, increased resistance to negative effects, increased chance of resistance to spells, 50% immunity to spells below the first order and movement restriction effects), and the active effect is to immediately release the second interception, and reduce the cooldown of the next interception by 10 seconds. For most people, getting a third-order talent is already at the pinnacle of life, if you are lucky enough to trigger two, then there will be a certain country or big force to support you in the second half of your life, if you are really talented and triggered three talents, then congratulations, you can start to impact the fourth order and move towards the epic level.

So most of the people who watched the game regularly knew that 'One-Eye' himself was a warrior at the peak of the second order, and he had barbarian blood. The physique and strength will only be higher than that of humans, and although gladiatorial matches are all bare-handed without weapons, there is no reason why even a human who has just advanced to the second order can't be beaten. The people present were either nobles or businessmen, and even some gang members, these guys were not good at stubble, and after losing a lot of money, the scene began to slowly get out of control, and many people got up from their seats and fought with the Kacher people who supported the native gladiators of the Kacher, although the two sides were evenly matched, but the unique ruthlessness of the Kacher people was very useful in this kind of situation, and it was about to turn into a huge chaos.

In a dark corner of the ring, Claude, who had just won, wiped the sweat on his face, and looked at the opponent who was carried away with some surprise, and when he fought with 'One-Eye', he obviously felt that he seemed to have some scruples, and he shrank back when he fought, and even the speed became very slow, and he could always let himself catch mistakes, if it weren't for the strong physique of the barbarians to support, it would not take a minute, or ten seconds to fall.

But anyway, I still won, as long as I win the next game, then I can accept the lord's award, this award is extremely rare, because the lord never comes there in person for this little thing, and it is all handed over to the profiteer named Salman to do.

The chances of a commoner approaching an unprotected archduke are similar to winning the lottery, and if he wants to assassinate the lord, then this is the only chance.

Claude gritted his teeth, looked around the noisy and chaotic arena, and turned to walk through the tunnel of the players.

This time the box was very heavy, and the harvest full of 2,800 gold coins made Peter's face full of smiles, watching the box being carried by the servants into the carriage and transported to the temporary settlement of the Chengnan family, he looked forward to the future days after setting foot in the Brent Kingdom, and could even smell the group of country people groveling to him in front of the vast amount of gold coins.

"Behold, Wenna, my dear lady, though you have held over hundreds of thousands of riches in your family, when will you be able to earn more than three thousand gold coins in a few days!" The exiled earl, who had been stirred up by alcohol and money, seemed to have forgotten the treatment he had suffered at Faeron and the dangers of the journey, and he snatched a handful of money from his pocket, gold and silver coins but no copper, and threw them down the road, causing a large retinue of other nobles and merchants to rob him, and although the masters threw him blank eyes or scolds, Peter was very happy to see the mass chaos in their otherwise well-organized procession, and even had a hint of madness on his face.

"Hillbilly ...... in the Northland"

"That's enough! Peter!" Winna interrupted Peter's swearing, her patience seemed to have reached the limit, and she threw away her previous image of a celebrity and nobleman, and pointed at her husband who was ten years younger than herself, and roared: "There are still a few days! We will be deported again! This is the Northlands, not Ferron! No one will open the back door for us, those greedy fellows will follow us one day, they covet the gold coins in our pockets, who cares about our lives! Do you think Master Elisa will be able to protect us safely to our destination?ah!? The wound he was injured in the last attack, do you think ten days and half a month will be fine! We can drag out in Kacher for a day, at least adjust to the best condition before entering the Brent Kingdom, and meet the new attack! We have no way out! We have no choice! If it weren't for my distant sister marrying the Earl of Frost City, we would have a place to hide! Otherwise, we would be two cold corpses by now!"

"Then I tell you, too! You shameful widow Lawrence! You are thirty-three years old! If I had not married you, the noble earl, would you have married those lowly commoners! Or do you like to comfort your empty nakedness every night with that middle finger that lacks the function of expansion! I listen to you count my sore spots over and over again in my ear every day, and the feeling is worse than eating excrement! The most infuriating thing is that you widow still feeds me over and over again with relish! If it weren't for your distant sister, would I have gone to such a rotten place to suffer?!"

Losing his mind, Count Lines kicked the weeping woman to the cold snow, and then got into the carriage without looking back.

Watching the carriage move forward quickly and then disappear, Wen Na's heart was filled with a sense of despair, was he still the polite and funny aristocratic young man? Although he was lustful, impulsive, and greedy for pleasure, a man of noble birth could not escape these shortcomings. It's just that the kick and those words just now exposed the true side of his hidden heart, a cautious, selfish and ugly man, is this kind of man worth sacrificing everything for him?

"Need help, ma'am?"

Just when Wenna felt that everything in her life seemed meaningless, a young man appeared in front of her, dressed in a luxurious snow leopard fur coat, with short black hair covered with snowflakes, and an angular face that bent down to pick her up with a reassuring smile.

It wasn't until she entered the warm snowy castle that Wenna came back to her senses, as if she had made a foreign appearance in front of the lord.

"Gong ...... Your Excellency the Duke, you ......"

"Alright, dear Lady Lines, drink some of this, the dwarves have bought good things, the southerners have never been able to stand the cold climate of the Northlands, and it will feel much more comfortable to drink this. Isaac has his own way of treating women, and he understands that women are the most vulnerable women when they are betrayed and separated, and as long as a little warmth is given, they can leave an indelible mark on the hearts of the other party. He picked up a glass of Angela spirits, took a sip to feel the temperature, said this to Wenna, and then abruptly shoved it into Wenna's hand, took her white wrist and brought the glass to his lips, watching the wheat slowly decrease from the glass until it disappeared.

Wenna's behavior was also unusual, she let Isaac embrace her like a puppet, as if decades of aristocratic etiquette education had been temporarily forgotten.

I really want to lie in this man's arms forever, warm and comfortable...... Thinking like this, drowsiness slowly hit, Wen Na's tense nerves soothed, and she fell asleep unconsciously.