Kislev, the long-lost sun dispelled the winter chill, and the audience was packed, and everyone was eagerly watching the game off the stage.

Ever since Tsar Pavel announced the holding of a major athletic sport, the mood of the people has become more and more high, and the streets and alleys are full of talk about the largest athletic event in history. A series of sports, including horseback riding, archery, jousting and so on, all stimulated the nerves of civilians who had long been numb.

Dennis and her servants arrived belatedly, and by this time, the game had already begun. In fact, for Queen Dennis, she did not like the sport very much, and persuaded Pavel to hold an event, more for the purpose of appeasing the people. Of course, as a queen, it is also necessary for her to be involved, at least show her face.

The faint sunlight shone on her face, and the long-lost warmth reminded Dennis of those distant years. That year, when she was a little girl, the school field of Black Hammer Fort was also so warm and sunny. Ever since she was imprisoned in the Academy of Magic, she had rarely had the opportunity to feel the temperature of the sun, and there was only cold, endless cold.

Clang......

The sound of the weapon brought the queen's thoughts back to reality, and in the audience, there were two burly gladiators. Two knights, to be exact.

The fat knight seemed to have more advantages, he was the eldest son of the great nobleman Fergus - Zatulivet, who received strict training from an early age, and was proficient in horseback riding, swordsmanship, and hand-to-hand combat, except for participating in government affairs and fighting, he almost never participated in other things, and left it all to his servants to complete.

In the sun, Zatulivet held a weapon in both hands, an axe on one side and a heavy sword on the other. There is almost no need to defend, and the non-stop attack makes the opponent tired of parrying. He was also a noble knight, but not everyone knew his name. The torrential attack quickly defeated Zatu Riviette's opponent, and if it weren't for the sturdy armor, the knight he had fought against would have been lying on the ground with a pile of meat sauce.

However, this does not happen. The purpose of the competition is to have fun and sports, not to kill and hurt people. All fighting matches are point-to-point, and knocking your opponent to the ground is a victory. The winner will not only receive thunderous applause and shouts from the audience, but also a generous prize. Dennis knows that similar fights also happen in the underground arenas of the people, but in those black market competitions, regardless of so many rules, most of them have to see blood. And here, chivalry must still be preserved.

"Next!"

In the arena, Zatulivet's roar echoed through the audience. This is already the fifth player to fall under his sword. However, as the king of the arena, he still did not feel a trace of fatigue.

The audience was cheering for him, the stars of the audience, the objects of men's adoration, the goals of women's fantasies.

Soon, a sixth challenger came into play. It was an old knight from the Field Legion. It can be seen from the armor on the player's body that the old knight has experienced a hundred battles, and the armor on his body is pitted, and there are traces of being smashed by blunt objects everywhere. It was certain that it was not a human weapon, it should have been a beastman or a greenskin.

The appearance of the challenger drew cheers from the Legion, even though most of the civilians did not recognize the knight. However, this did not prevent the soldiers from adoring and cheering for their comrades.

At first glance, Zatuliwit only felt that this opponent was much stronger than the previous ones. However, he was not afraid. The title of Arena Champion is not for nothing, he has been standing in this arena for five years, and in five years, there has not been a single challenger who can beat him off this arena.

"Roar, roar, roar......"

"Let's fight!"

"Don't grind!"

The emotions of the audience have been ignited, and everyone is cheering enthusiastically.

"Hit him!"

Some civilians shouted even more rudely.

I saw that the old knight was not in a hurry, took off his helmet and nodded. Then he calmly picked up a pile of sand from the ground and put it in his hand to grind it evenly. The years have left vicissitudes and profundity on his face.

"Old man, I will not show mercy to your subordinates, if you go to the arena, you are equal. Speaking only by the sword, there is no sympathy or pity. ”

Zatulivet said solemnly.

"On the battlefield there is no such thing. ”

The old knight replied, and then put on his helmet. The heavy full-body armor enveloped him, leaving only an eye slit to observe his opponent.

Compared to the knight's equipment, Zatulivet's equipment seems to be a little lighter. The same plate armor, but Zatulivet is dual-wielding, while the old knight is holding a heavy shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

With the host's order, the two sides began a gladiatorial fight.

Zatulivet struck first, stepping forward quickly, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust in an attempt to blind his opponent's vision, while at the same time, the two weapons opened their bows left and right, smashing their opponent's steel helmet.

The old knight was experienced, but he was still beaten back by this sudden blow, and as a knight of the kingdom, he never thought that his opponent would use such a trick. After being beaten back in disarray, he steadied himself and began to fight back. As Zatulivet slammed his axe at him, he parried with his large shield, and then slammed the proud young man with his shield with all his might.

Zatulivet was beaten a little unconscious, he retreated, but the old knight attacked one after another, and the knight's sword arced in the air, hitting Zatulivet's armor with a crisp metal strike.

With a blow to the head, Arena Champion Zatulivet was knocked to the ground, and the old knight had no mercy in his eyes, and he swung his sword to strike again, trying to knock his opponent out completely. However, the final blow missed, and the long sword slashed to the ground, but did not hit the opponent. Zatulivet rolled over a second before the knight's sword fell, and took advantage of the momentum to get up and knock the old knight to the ground. The two of them rolled in the sand of the arena until Zatulivet crushed the old knight under him with his fat body, and slammed down with a fist like a rock, punch after punch, on the old knight's helmet.

The old knight has a skill, but he is old, and in terms of strength, he is no match for the young Zatulivet.

"Die, old bones!"

"You think you'll be able to defeat me by staying in the barracks for a few more years?"

Zatulivet rode on the old knight and shouted, his fat body always pressing the old noble knight.

The old knight was beaten to the point where he was unable to parry, he covered his head with both hands, but after a few seconds, he was still beaten by Zatulivet's violent thrashing and was unable to backhand. It wasn't until the arena host intervened that Zatulivet stopped, and he took off his armor gloves, which were already grinding out a little blood. The challenger, on the other hand, was lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Zatulivet, Zatulivet!"

The cheers of the crowd almost drowned out the arena again. Everyone was cheering for the coronation of the champion of the arena.

He's played six fights, one more and that's the end of today's fight. Next, there are some insignificant small characters competing for the second or third place. The audience is only looking forward to the championship. Even King Pavel knows that after this match, there will be nothing to see in today's event. Zatulivet is going to have a week off, and it should be said that there are no good games in this week.

The huge arena echoed with the cheers of the spectators, who were waiting for a new challenger, or a new beaten, to speak. Whoever it is, they just came to perform and were beaten. Zatulivet is so strong that his power can almost single-handedly take on a bull.

It wasn't until the seventh challenger came out that the attention of the audience shifted again.

It was a young challenger, the gods were above, he was too young...... Eighteen or nineteen years old, in short, it doesn't look like it's more than twenty years old. The hairs around the mouth haven't even started to grow yet. Moreover, it seems that he is not strong, although he is considered strong among his peers, but compared to the champion of the arena, his stature can be described as small.

This is also a member of the military. Most of the civilians did not know him, but, like the old knight, the people in the barracks cheered him with the warmest cheers.

"Boris!"

The soldiers shouted......