"Bet on what?"

"Bet on the odds, if you lose, how you play tonight, I have the final say."

Katie was slammed into Sherlock's arms, and Katie buried her head in Sherlock's arms, and gently beat Sherlock with both hands.

"Dead ghost, it's up to you how to play. So, I'm betting on a ratio of 2:8 or more. ”

"Hehe, then I'll bet 1:9."

"You're so confident, Dead Ghost."

As Katie spoke, her limp body began to slowly slide between Sherlock's legs.

"Don't ...... No kidding, leave that little ...... Don't talk about the little ghosts, just those four, ah! Very good...... Just those four will be able to ...... each other Kill it. ”

......

Barron and the other four slaves were taken by the guards to the dungeon under the auditorium, and as soon as they entered, Barron saw two gladiatorial guards throwing a headless corpse with hand axes into the cage where the lions were kept.

No matter how world-weary Barron was and how much hatred he had in his heart, he was an eleven-year-old child after all, and the fear that rose in his heart at this time when he saw where he was going, and he himself did not know that when he walked to the room where he chose his weapons, his legs were already shaking.

The room was filled with all sorts of weapons, not very good, rusty, bloodstained, but the gladiators were free to choose whatever they wanted, as long as they could hold them, as long as they could keep them alive. Of course, in some competitions, gladiators were not allowed to carry weapons.

The adrenaline rush of fear made Barron feel dizzy and dazed, and Barron stood in a weapon rack and froze, he didn't know what weapon he was going to use, and his mind was full of thoughts, I would be killed in a moment.

Suddenly, Barron thought of the weapon his father had used in the gladiatorial arena, a long sword, and Barron began to grit his teeth when he thought of his father, but his hand was still unconsciously on a long sword.

Realizing that he had inadvertently chosen the weapon used by his father, he kept roaring in his heart, and his other hand snapped on the other long sword: "No, I want to be stronger than him, even in terms of weapons, I want him more." ”

The two swords were too hard for a child to hold in Barron's hands, and even these very strong adult gladiators would choose to hold only one short sword in order to be more agile in battle.

Ta Guoyan said coldly: "Little ghost, put it down and go get a wooden shield, so that we may be able to live until we kill the others." ”

Volker, who was choosing a short sword, taunted on the side: "You don't care what he does, wait for him to be stuck on the tip of the spear by the other side, so that he won't worry about taking him into battle in the future, I don't think there is any problem in this one, if he breaks the winning streak in the future, our benefits will be ruined." ”

Barron ignored them, his eyes were blank, his swords were clenched tightly by him, and he was afraid that he would fall to the ground if he was not careful. Carl's eyes never left Barron, and when he saw Barron pick up two swords, Karl's eyes were visibly relieved.

The mad pig who had never spoken came to Barron at this time: "If you can be like Karl, you can use the two swords like the fingers of a nobleman, and point at whoever will die, we will welcome you, but you are just a little ghost, and you can't even hold a sword, let alone two long swords." ”

Suddenly, Barron glared at the mad pig with a look that looked as fierce as if he was about to eat the other party, but these gladiators had experienced the baptism of flesh and blood, and they were not afraid of even a lion who had been hungry for a week, let alone a child.

Ta Guoyan: "Hahahaha! You see, Volker, the imp is quite fierce. ”

Mad Pig just glanced at Barron coldly: "Little ghost, you don't have to be here to be fierce with me, after all, we are a team, let's wait until you survive, let's go, everyone, it's time to kill." ”

The time was almost up, and under the reminder of Mad Pig, several people picked out their weapons and followed Mad Pig to the passage to the battlefield.

The Tawkie wielded a round shield and spear, Volker wielded a short sword the length of his forearm, Mad Pig held a mace, and Carl wielded two swords, the same as Barron's.

Carl patted Barron and signaled it was time to go. Barron clenched his swords, he wanted to go, but his feet trembled, he couldn't take a step, he knew that the game was about to start, it was because of this, the fear was getting stronger and stronger, the headless corpse he had just seen kept coming to his mind, he didn't know how he got here, he didn't know what would happen to him, but his intuition told him that he would die here! Volcker's words interrupted Barron......

"Little girl, if you're scared, hide in a corner, hahaha! Uncles will take you home to find your dad after the fight hahahaha! ”

At this time, Barron has long been occupied by anger and fear, these two emotions are at a critical point about to explode at the same time, but Volcker's words successfully made the anger in Barron's heart break through the limit, he screamed, hysterically rushed to the passage to the battlefield, but hit the iron gate that had not yet risen, at this time Barron was like a beast with red eyes, lying on the iron door, his whole body trembled, his eyes widened, his face was hideous, saliva flowed down his chin to the ground, staring at the battlefield like a demon.

"Oh! Look at this lion cub! ”

The Ta Yap teasingly shouted Barron, but did not get a reply from Barron.

"It's not interesting, it's a dumb one."

Mad Pig, Taguoke, Volcker, and Carl were all ready for battle, and they put on their helmets and waited for the iron gate to rise.

Ta Guoyan squatted down, knelt on the ground and grabbed a handful of yellow sand, and then kissed the sand in his hand: "May the goddess bless." It's a strange ritual he has to do at the start of every game, and his teammates have long been used to it, and now it's a little uncomfortable not to hear him say it before the game.

......

"The next game is what everyone has been looking forward to for a long time, a five-on-five small team battle!"

"It's the new team, Team Albert!"

"Matchup, currently three wins in a row, Sherlock!"

When the Alberts were heard, the entire gladiatorial arena was overwhelmed with cheers, and when the Sherlock team was heard, there was an overwhelming cheer, and it was clear that the morale was tilted towards Sherlock's side before the war began.

Charlotte is proud to accept the eyes of others around her, there are people next to her who are envious, and there are people below who take care of her, what is better than the current state?