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At the back end of the market, there is a small but not small dueling arena, unlike other cities, mercenaries are a loose alliance composed of countless close-knit groups, because no one obeys anyone, once there is a conflict between each other, it often leads to bloodshed, the mercenary guild's restraining power is very limited, and the relationship between them and the mercenaries is not a subordinate relationship, at most it is just a referee. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and for the mercenaries who lick the blood with the knife head, if they can still control their emotions, they will treat you as a referee, and they really don't care, and the referee will cut it the same!

In order to control the bloodshed within a certain range, the mercenary guild built this dueling arena, and it is normal for two people to look at each other unpleasantly and propose a duel, especially for mercenaries. The mercenary guild openly does not support or hinder it, but in fact they encourage the mercenaries to solve the conflict in the dueling arena, at least it is much better than killing each other in secret, but this is also different from person to person, like Gibran, he will never stand in a ridiculous dueling arena.

There were a lot of people sitting around the dueling arena, all watching the excitement, and seeing Duye Sam, Winston, Gibran and others walking together, they were very interested in getting out of the way.

They arrived a little late, the show had just begun, and the platform in the center of the dueling arena was not small, almost hundreds of square meters, enough for a magician and a warrior to have a fair duel. At this moment, twenty slaves slowly climbed onto the platform and divided into two camps, they were dressed very little, both men and women, and they were all wearing short coarse cloth skirts underneath, revealing smooth or rough thighs, the men were ** above, and the women had an extra bandeau top. The only decent thing on the slaves was the headbands on their heads, which were beautifully designed, glowing softly in the sunlight, and seemed to be inlaid with gem-like things, but they were too far away to be seen.

A magician in a white robe walked slowly onto the platform, first unleashing the amplification magic, and then a lecture was given, the central idea of which was to introduce the origin of the slaves, and to boast of the strength, beauty, and loyalty of the slaves in all kinds of flowery rhetoric, and at the end, several attendants carried a batch of swords and iron shields onto the platform, and under the command of the magician, the silent slaves stepped forward and selected their weapons.

"This is ......" Winston was stunned, and glanced at Duye Sam and the others, they all thought of a thing, a game that was loved by nobles a long time ago, living gladiatorial fighting!

The attendants carried buckets of water to the platform and unceremoniously threw water on the slaves, the water was colored, and the slaves of one camp turned red, and the slaves of the other camp turned blue.

"Let's go!" a voice filled with excitement resounded through amplification magic over the dueling arena.

The slaves stood there silent, not moving.

The magician retreated to the side of the stage, took out an hourglass from the spatial ring, put it on the ground, and said loudly: "When the time comes, if there are survivors on one side, all will be judged!"

Hearing this, the slaves finally became a little more energetic, they looked at each other, and they were also observing their opponents, not knowing who was the first to make a move, and then the situation suddenly intensified, and the slaves of the two camps shouted and rushed together.

There is no dazzling fighting spirit, the slaves are fighting completely on their own physical strength, they should be battle-hardened warriors, even those women are the same, their movements are simple, powerful, and fast, which also makes the battle very cruel, a puff of blood flowers blooms one after another, broken hands and broken feet fly around, if they are stabbed by a long sword, chopped down, the scene is a little better, some slaves are smashed by iron shields and their brains burst, that scene is really creepy!

It only took a short time, the victory and defeat were divided, one of the camps was left with only one slave, and the other camp was still four, the slave wielded a long sword and iron shield, left and right, his body had been injured in many places, the situation was extremely critical, suddenly, he let out a roar, and his body scattered the light of fighting energy.

The four slaves who besieged him were frightened and hurriedly retreated, but the slave did not pursue, but froze there, and then the roar turned into a scream, and the sword and the iron shield fell downward, and then fell to the ground, holding their heads with both hands, and rolling desperately, but only a few turns, and then never moved again.

The audience was silent, and people came to see the excitement, but they didn't expect that they saw a bloody fight! Although the mercenaries did not reject fighting, the battle should have its own meaning, and at least they had to find a reason, for example, in order to survive and solve the threat, even the criticized Gibran would not take killing people as pleasure! To be precise, it was not that they could not see the blood, but that they could not stand this unreasonable cruelty.

The white-robed magician stood up and announced the end of the first gladiatorial fight, and a dozen of his attendants ran up to the stage to collect the bodies, while the four surviving slaves walked down the stage with each other, and as they walked past the magician, the magician suddenly reached out and stopped them.

Among the remaining slaves were three men and one woman, and the three men were only slightly wounded, the woman was more seriously wounded, with a sword in her leg, and could barely walk with the support of her companions, but her left arm was struck by an iron shield, and her bones should have been shattered, and she was twisted in a very strange position.

The magician tapped his wand on the slave's left arm a few times, then took two steps back, waved his hand, and one of his attendants drew his sword and slashed at the slave's neck.

The sword momentum is not fast, just now Han Jin and the others saw it very clearly, the female slave's combat power was very strong, she knocked down four opponents one after another, laying the foundation for the victory of the entire camp, it stands to reason that she should be able to avoid this sword, but she just stood there in a daze, letting the sword blade cross her neck, blood splashed, a head rolled and flew upward, and the headless corpse shook and fell down.

The three male slaves were stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked off the stage.

"These guys! and no one has a last name?!" said Moshinko angrily.

"It's so cruel!" said Shanil's mood had become very bad.

"Do you know what the totem of Cold Studios is?" said the head of Gail lightly, and everyone saw that Gail had grabbed Yalina's arm, and Yalina had been trying to shake it, but Gail's hand was like rooting, and she couldn't shake it off at all.

"Yalina, don't mess around!" Han Jin said softly.

Yalina looked a little discouraged, gave Han Jin a blank look, and gave up struggling.

"Chief Gail, what did you just say, what is the totem of Cold Studios?" Han Jin asked.

"It's a snow wolf. Gail's eyes flickered, as if he was recalling something: "Only those who have been to the Snow Peak Plateau will know the horror of the snow wolf, and will understand what the people of Cold Cinema City believe in." ”

"I think they did it on purpose. Winston said with a frown.

While they were talking, the second group of gladiators had already stepped onto the platform, and this time the people who appeared were a little strange, all of them were women, wearing gauze skirts that could only protect the last bit of shame, the curves on their bodies, and the two blushes on their chests were looming, they were almost between sixteen and seventeen years old, and the weapons in their hands were even more outrageous, including mops and burning sticks, all of which were commonly used in the family. And on the other side, there is only a giant man about two meters tall, holding a stainless steel long sword in his hand, wearing soft armor on his body, and wearing a helmet on his head in addition to a headband, this is a gladiatorial fight?!

"Begin!" the magician re-placed the hourglass.

More than a dozen girls huddled together, not to mention fighting, they didn't even have the courage to look at their opponents, the mops and burning sticks in their hands trembled very much, and some even made a muffled cry.

Time passed little by little, and the giant man always looked up at the sky, not moving or speaking.

The referee became impatient and had to repeat the rules aloud, but the big man remained still, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Seeing that the scene was a little cold, the magician felt embarrassed, and chanted a spell in a low voice, and the headband on the giant man's head suddenly shone brightly.

The giant man's figure shook slightly, and then he turned his gaze, and a sneer bloomed on his face, and then he crossed the long sword, rested it on his neck, and with a strong stroke, a fountain of blood gushed out, and the huge body stumbled forward a few steps, and fell to the platform with a thud.

There was silence for a moment, and suddenly someone shouted, "Okay!

People have been patient for a long time, and this shout can be regarded as lighting the fuse, and the bohemian mercenaries all erupted, and the shouts resounded in the sky one after another. They are free, and they worship freedom, and they will never allow anyone or any force to dictate their fate, not even the gods! Of course, mercenaries will also be swayed by interests, but in ordinary times, they have their own principles, for example, they have to settle the bill for eating, they have to give money to play with women, and no matter how strong they are, they can't kill people casually for no reason, which is the most basic respect for the same kind of life.

Lone Cliff City has never participated in the war, this lord has fallen, that lord has risen, it has nothing to do with them, and the relatively peaceful life makes them unwilling to bow to power and violence, in other words, the more explicit and violent the power, the more fierce their backlash.

The smarter mercenaries had already sensed that something was wrong, and the magicians in Cold Studios seemed to have other intentions, they were deliberately scaring people. And most of the mercenaries just felt that those soldiers died unjustly, those girls were pitiful, and that giant man was unwilling to kill his own compatriots, preferring to end his own life, and was a good man. But either way, it was enough to arouse the anger of the mercenaries, the former, who were not afraid of the threat of foreign forces, and the latter, which made them feel sympathy.

"The miscellaneous pieces of Cold Studios, Lao Tzu wants to duel with you!"

"Damn, you don't treat people like people!"

The mercenaries' roars came one after another, and Mo Xinke couldn't help it, and shouted in the loudest voice: "Come on, brothers, kill those brutes!!" Han Jin didn't speak, and he didn't dare to make any moves, but it was not a problem to shout a few times.

The people nearby heard the shouting, looked back, and saw that it was Moxinke, and now it was even more energetic, Moxinke was surrounded by big names in the mercenary world, and he dared to shout like this, naturally he got the support of the big guys.

The magicians in the cold film city near the platform immediately panicked, they never expected it to cause confusion, in fact, when they passed through Dip City and Holy Crown City, they all performed the same performance, but in those two cities, what they gained was silence, compared to Lonely Cliff City, the gap was too huge.

(To be continued)