Chapter 66: Gladiators

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The group led by the Golden Horn Horse was at least a thousand or so, and Lear was overjoyed.

However, there was a big trouble in accepting the Golden Horned Nightmare Horse as a demon servant, and the six-color "Demon Refining Gourd" couldn't be collected. Let Dumb beat the Golden Horn Horse violently and still can't take it away!

There was a big problem with the "Demon Refining Gourd", and Lear suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He carefully checked the talisman on the "Demon Refining Leaf", but found no problems.

It must be because of the mutilation of the "Demon Refining Gourd"! Lear secretly complained, did he have to throw away the six-colored green skin gourd that he had finally obtained?

Lear was reluctant, and he would slowly figure out a way to get along later, he said secretly. Fortunately, there are already Dumb and Ah Gua, plus a fifth-level wolf king, because it was transferred from the previous demon refining gourd, it will not be affected.

Although it is impossible to subdue high-level demonic beasts, especially those above level four, there is no problem below level four, and Lear has collected more than a thousand unicorned beasts in one go, and there is still more than enough in the gourd!

Under the strong deterrence of Dumb and Agua, Lear unceremoniously collected hundreds of unicorn beasts in the valley, enough for a whole number, two thousand!

As for the Golden Horned Nightmare Horse, it became the mount of the Lion under some threat and temptation, and the Golden Horned Nightmare King was full of bitterness, but the horse was under the low eaves and had to bow his head. But the evil boy gave it the elixir "Rejuvenation Powder" really worked, and after a while, the injuries all over his body that were beaten by the violent ape were so good!

But for the sake of the future unicorn king, they now have to endure the humiliation, and the golden horned nightmare horse secretly thought in his heart: When we rescue the noble king, we must break this kid into ten thousand pieces! The golden horneed horse showed tears of humiliation in his eyes, when did the proud unicorn beast suffer such an insult!

But Russell couldn't care so much, and proudly stepped on the golden horned horse more than three meters high, and the pride in his heart! This huge body sat on such a huge horse, it was really majestic and intimidating.

The group returned to the main road again, but suddenly found that there was another strange team next to the team, and when they saw the strange team, Russell, the lion-faced man who was still in high spirits and triumphant, suddenly changed his complexion, "Gladiator!" His chest color became extremely ugly.

The return of Lear and his party surprised the blood guards, and Captain Duke looked at the golden horned beast with envy on his face, and said, "Lord Lear, you actually subdued a one-horned nightmare?

Lear smiled and said, "Don't be an adult, brother, I sound awkward!" Duke, isn't it greedy, if you leave the Lilac family, how about I get you a horse like this?"

What Lear lacks is not a one-horned horse, but a man! Now he has three hundred private troops, but only three or two big cats and kittens!

Duke smiled bitterly, breaking away from the Blood Guard? He never thought that there was his robe from birth to death in the Iron Legion, and his comrades who had survived a hundred battles, not only himself, but also the entire family had long been tied to the Lilac family.

An upstart like Lear is really far from a nouveau riche who has existed for hundreds or even hundreds of years.

Seeing Duke's helpless look, Lear smiled: "What I said can be used at any time, hehe." Well, what do those people do? What a murderous aura!" Lear asked, glancing at the odd team next to him.

The procession was also a convoy, with hundreds of heavily armed guards, but in the middle were a dozen huge iron cages mounted on horse-drawn carriages, each of which housed a dozen fierce prisoners.

The prisoners were only wrapped in a few strips of cloth around their crotch, revealing their muscular muscles, and although it was already snowy outside, they could not even see the slightest hint of shrinking, as if they were unaware of the bitter cold of winter.

Each prisoner exuded a rich, indissolvable murderous aura, their expressions were strange, although their bodies were clean, but they gave people the feeling of being soaked in a sea of blood.

"They're bloody gladiators!" Russell, the sphinoid beside Lear, said suddenly, with a strange hint of hoarseness in his voice. Lear looked back and saw that his hands were clenched and his thick fingers were white from the exertion.

"Another man with a story!" Lear sighed in his heart and turned back, "Russell, tell me what's going on?"

"The festival of Burnton is coming again, and they must be gladiators who have gone to Byzantium to participate in bloody gladiatorial matches. Russell muttered, "A bloody game, only a ......game of victory and death," and there was a hint of bitterness in his hoarse voice.

Images of pathos flashed in front of Russell.

Russell was once a gladiator, and a bloody gladiator, tempered like hell.

There are three types of gladiators, the first is the glory gladiators, who are made up of commoners and even nobles who participate in gladiator training in pursuit of invincible fame and rolling gold coins.

In the gladiatorial arena, they mainly performed and occasionally had a grand prix with very high prizes, and they were quite popular, a game that the nobles were keen on, and they were also the crush of ladies and ladies.

The second type is the bloody gladiators, they are slaves, prisoners of war captured from the battlefield, etc., fight for their lives in the gladiatorial arena, and use their blood to win fame and fortune and bonuses for their masters, the gladiatorial arena is their final destination, only a very few people can survive the bloody gladiatorial battles, win a trace of mercy from the master, and be given the status of a free man or a commoner.

The third type is the darkest gladiator, the dark gladiator who fights underground gladiatorial games, if the first two still have a little human dignity, then the third kind of gladiator is living in hell, their life is not as good as that of animals. Relying on cheap life and blood to stimulate the blood-devouring nerves of dignitaries and nobles, and paranoid perverts**......

Russell's identity determines his fate, the offspring of a lowly orc and human, and the offspring of an orc prisoner of war! he was thrown into the bloody gladiator training camp from birth......

There is no fighting spirit, no magic, it is pure and pure ** skills and strength, the skills of gladiators, and the skills of killing people!

After more than a decade of a bloody childhood that would kill him, Russell rose from the ranks of more than a thousand Boy Scouts to become a qualified Bloody Gladiator, a true killing machine that even Level 3 and 4 fighters would hate......

Russell no longer knew how many people had died under his massive mace, but he knew that his blood was getting colder and deeper, until one day, the situation changed drastically......