However.

"What!?"

Arano raised his head and was surprised to see that the girl did not fall into the trajectory of the tomahawk under the influence of gravity as he expected, but stood in mid-air!

Leah looked at the surprised man and stuck out her little tongue playfully. She used the mage's hand as a platform to avoid the fatal blow.

Then, she leapt forward, leaping into the air behind Arano.

"Oh no!!"

The strong man hurriedly turned around. Losing the enemy's field of sight means that the next attack will be unpredictable.

"Hey!! don't!! how can you let me continue to host like this!?"

The host let out a miserable cry, and Arano, who had lost his vision, didn't know, but the audience on the field clearly saw that the girl threw the small shield in her left hand in the air!

Bang!!!

"Ah——!!!h

The shield flew through the air, then slammed into the bridge of Arano's nose with precision. Negligent because of the distance, he did not expect the enemy to throw the equipment out.

"It's over!"

Leah landed on the ground and unleashed a mage hand aimed in the direction of Arano, and the magic knocked away the weapon that the strong man still remembered to protect himself from the severe pain.

Then she gathered her magic at her feet, stepped forward, and with the help of the sprint, she leaped to her feet, spun her petite body, and put her feet together to kick her foe in the chest.

The girl's strong "fighting spirit", coupled with the fact that Arano, who is a berserker, is wearing leather armor, this blow is like the ram of a siege vehicle, not only shattering the ribs of the strong man. It made the giant's tall body fly up, and finally fell heavily to the ground. Motionless.

So the battle ended, and Leah came to Arano's side. Hold the opponent's neck with a short sword.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The spectators, who were still cheering for the champion, all put their thumbs downward. They screamed frantically, thirsting for more blood.

"Tell me, this is your honor?"

Leah looked at the scene in front of her of her where the wall was falling and everyone was pushing, and asked lightly.

"Honor? Slaves have no honor?"

Arano smiled mockingly, and he stared feebly at the crowd in the audience, where there were maidens who had once offered him flowers, and nobles who had spilled large sums of gold. Now, they have abandoned him entirely.

"It seems that you see reality better than some people. ”

Leah smiled wryly. I didn't expect the muscular berserker in front of him to know the cruel nature of the gladiatorial arena so well.

"But so what? Losers lose everything, that's the law here. ”

Arano grinned, not knowing if it was because of helplessness or because the wound in his chest was too painful.

"That's because you didn't think about resisting. ”

She said. After so many days of slave life, Leah was almost certain that if she wanted to incite gladiators, it was best to start with the champions of each family. The champion is the backbone of the gladiator society, like the head of the flock, leading the crowd.

"What do you mean?"

Arano heard the hidden meaning of the girl's words.

"Hunting in the Foggy Night, have you heard of it?"

Leah asked. This is the gladiatorial arena. She wasn't worried about running into spies.

"Of course I know, wait, you're a newcomer, why would."

Arano's eyes widened.

Although she had considered the possibility of a Blood Slave hiding in it, Lilica had told her an important message - becoming a Blood Slave would kill a person's potential. No matter how you say it, it's a vampire puppet, whether it's martial arts or magic, all kinds of problems will gradually arise in cultivation. For example, Linda at the beginning. The first grade course is okay, and I waited until the third grade. I guess I won't be able to keep up with the pace of studying.

So vampires don't turn gladiators into blood slaves. It's like a sifting process – hunting in the foggy nights, and death becomes food. Survival, on the other hand, continues to improve itself in gladiatorial battles until the next Foggy Night Hunt, encountering more powerful vampires and starting a new round of trials.

There is absolutely no hope in this seemingly endless cycle of reincarnation, and even the most powerful gladiators will one day encounter the ultimate predators such as Brotham or Hilpe, and end their lives.

"If you want to escape your fate and have the courage to face the real darkness of this country, I'll be waiting for you at the clock tower next to the slave market on the next foggy night hunt. Remember, you only have an hour. ”

Leah whispered. Although she hadn't been in the main city for long, she remembered that there was a tall clock tower not far from the slave market, which was a fitting landmark.

At the same time, the Grand Duke of Conte, who was sitting in the audience, gave a thumbs up and signaled to let the loser go.

[I know you're going to let him go, the champion isn't that easy to die here, is it?]

Little Lori sneered secretly in her heart, then stood up and removed the short sword resting on the other party's throat.

"You."

Arano wanted to say something, but there was no time.

Continuing to talk would arouse suspicion, Leah turned and left the world of sand and blood

And just like that, she began the work of convincing the champion. Of course, not every gladiatorial fight will lead to a championship, or rather, it is a rare event.

However, it is gratifying to note that there are not many nobles in the city, and there are only a few gladiators on the stage. So little Lori has the patience to wait.

Compared with the probability game between Africans and Europeans who brushed the championship, what annoys her more at present is the ace of her team - Cyrus.

The deeper she delved into the world of gladiators, the more Lori realized that she was too naïve to think at the beginning - she thought that every gladiator yearned for freedom.

Even if most gladiators thought so, there were also people like Cerus who enjoyed the treatment of stars and devoted themselves to the battlefield.

"You don't understand the honor of gladiators, and naturally you don't understand my thoughts. ”

When Leah asks if he has any complaints about being a slave, he answers.

"Your premise is built on failure. It seems to me that it is nothing more than the barking of the weak. ”

When Leah tells him how the champion Arano was treated after the defeat, the other party only smiles disdainfully.

[That damn wooden head, he can only see the beauty in front of him, but he doesn't care at all that his dream will be shattered one day. 】

Leah was furious at this. Although I also thought about telling him the true side of this principality directly, telling him about the fact that all gladiators are nothing more than food for vampires.

However, there is no doubt that the man is from Bradford, and acting rashly could cause the other party to tell everything to Kai.

So she could only carefully do the ideological work for the champion, let him understand how pedantic slavery was, and hope that he would change his mind one day. (To be continued.) )

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