Second quarter opponents

"What do you mean?"

Scar's gaze followed Lacey's fingers to the balcony in the distance. He did not see anything wrong with it, and any entertainment building had such special seats for the exclusive enjoyment of dignitaries. It's not high, and it's too far forward. A person with good bounce power can even climb from the colosseum to it alone. Undoubtedly, in order to prevent such an accident from happening, a hazy aura of magic enveloped there.

Lacey didn't answer, his finger tilted slightly, pointing at the two teams of gladiators in the center of the arena, who had already begun to fight.

Scar keenly turned around to find a caretaker looking outside the break room. Scar realizes that the caretaker is watching him.

These guards are all human, native to Callean. At least Scar had never seen a vampire in such a role in the Colosseum. The legend is true that in Callean, vampires are nobles and will not surrender themselves to such a job.

"You're being targeted. Lacey patted Scar's shoulder lightly, then stepped aside, closing his eyes to recuperate.

Scar turned his head and turned his gaze back to the gladiatorial arena. The fighting and fighting continued, the blood had been spilled, and the remaining gladiators were still fighting for their lives.

They have no way to control their own destiny, they are just a bunch of pawns. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, Scar suddenly remembered what the old man said at that time. A group of people with a similar fate and no conflict at all, but they are forced to go to the gladiatorial arena by the will of others. This is the best interpretation of these words said by the old man.

This time, the gladiator squad that had escaped from the lounge where Scar was located was defeated, and all eight of them had fallen to the arena. When the battle ended, the same bell announced the end of the fight, the entrance and exit gates opened, and the victorious gladiators helped each other out of the arena amid the cheers of the spectators. The handymen began to take up the field, picking up the corpses that remained in the gladiatorial arena. A wounded man on the victor's side is carefully carried away, and he will be treated as much as possible. All the people on the loser's side were made up for it and dragged away.

The gladiatorial arena of Kalean has been taught a brutal reality to gladiators with cold rules and countless examples. That is, the winner side may not survive, but the loser side will certainly not survive.

The rest left the arena and returned to the gladiator academy where they were sheltering through the fixed passage.

Because there were only three people left, it seemed empty all the way.

It was not yet noon, and on the training ground outside the academy, the gladiators were practicing various training equipment. Not everyone who became prisoners of war was a highly trained fighter. Whether they were lazy in the past or didn't have this opportunity, they have to make up for it now. The instructors of the academy hardly had to do any unnecessary urging, and reality had forced the gladiators to be diligent to the point of madness.

As Scar passed, people stepped out of the way and looked at him with admiration or reverence. Not everyone has the ability to survive a year or two in the gladiatorial arena unscathed.

A figure suddenly stood in the way.

Scar pauses and lifts his chin slightly. In front of him was Shag, one of the academy's instructors, a very tall guy who looked like an ogre. Of course, he is also a native of Callean.

"Scar, you've ended in three draws in a row. Maybe I should teach you a little bit of the rules. ”

Shag held out a strong finger. He's a pretty clever fighter, otherwise he wouldn't be able to act as a coach, but Scar knows that the other party is actually just a small person. This has been further proven since Scar knocked him down on the training ground half a year ago.

"Do you think you can put water out of the water every time? Tell you, the people up there have decided that this has to change! They have a good errand for you. It's tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" this made Scar stunned, as it was customary for gladiators to get at least three days of rest after participating in a gladiatorial fight.

"A nobleman caught a desert leopard last time and sent it to the Colosseum. Tomorrow you will be able to see the beast. I've already bought my tickets and can enjoy your show tomorrow. ”

Scar walked past Shag without saying a word, and this obvious contempt made the latter laugh instead.

"I promise you, it's going to be a good opponent. Remember to have a good rest today, don't fall asleep. Lest tomorrow Lao Tzu have no fun to watch, ha......haha

Scar went all the way to his house price. Any profession in the world is treated at different levels, even gladiators. The place where he lived was one of the best rooms in the academy and had some privileges. For example, he could ask for almost anything from the elderly guard outside. Wine, meat, desert fruits, and even women—everything but freedom and the tools of escape.

Because in addition to the daily killings, the gladiatorial arena also needs to hold special and solemn competitions at festivals. These competitions required high-level gladiators.

"Congratulations, back in one piece. The guard smiled at the sight of Scar. "What do you want me to prepare? A big celebratory dinner is a good choice. Want a woman?"

"No, thank you. ”

"Why are you so old-fashioned? Life is precarious, why can't you hold the mentality that you have wine today and get drunk tomorrow? Although he lasted for a month, he eventually died of his injuries. ”

"I wasn't going to die so soon. ”

"Hey, whether you die or not is not in your hands. "The old guard may have heard something. "You're putting the water too conspicuous and it's starting to make people feel uncomfortable. ”

"I didn't put the water. ”

"It doesn't depend on what you do or don't do, as long as others think that you release water, your fate is decided. ”

"What fate? Desert Leopard?"

"So you've heard about it. Honestly, you surprised me. When I first saw you, I thought that an unruly young man like you would soon disappear. In fact, you are alive to this day. ”

"I'm a fast learner, and reality is the best teacher. ”

"Then you'd better give me another surprise tomorrow. The old guard sighed slightly. "What do you want for dinner? how about a barbecue, cider and raisin buns? Also, are you really not going to have a woman? I can tell you, there are a lot of beautiful women in the city now, and the prices are cheap. ”

Scar shook his head, if the Desert Leopard was really as dangerous as they said, then he would need every ounce of stamina tomorrow. Rather than dying after indulging in a carnival, it is better to save a little bit of effort to improve your chances of survival.

"Is the desert leopard really that dangerous?"

"I can't imagine anyone but those nobles being able to come back alive. ”

"Thankfully, my mission is not to capture him alive. ”

Scar turned around and walked towards his room.

"You can be so rational and self-controlled, you should be full of hope. It's a real rarity. Behind him, the voice of the old guard sounded. "Fate is fair, and if you can survive this once, maybe you have a chance. ”

Scar couldn't help but turn around when he heard the word "opportunity", but the old guard had already left his place and went to Zhang Luo for the delicious meal he had just promised. “

The next day, at dawn, Scar was woken up and taken to the arsenal. Each gladiator had the option to pick and choose their own weapon from their arsenal before competing. Of course, this process is strictly monitored to prevent them from hiding a gadget and using it for some unsuitable purpose.

This time, Scar was accompanied by three coaches, one of whom was Shag with a smug smile on his face.

"This time the boss allows you to pick a good weapon. Otherwise, it will make this duel uninteresting. ”

Scar walked through the small door on the side of the arsenal, the first time he had walked inside. It's also part of the arsenal, and the weapons are neatly arranged one by one. But the difference is that there are far fewer weapons here, and each one of them has a kind of aura, an energy that can't be explained, but can be felt.

"Magic weapons!" Scar gasped. He had to come out with a magic weapon, which shows that this gladiatorial fight is anything but simple. This is enough to explain that the smile on Shag's face is so bright.

"There is a noble spectator today, so the gladiatorial arena must organize a gladiatorial fight with sufficient grade, and you can't just pull a few idiots on the field to fill the number. ”

Scar roams around the arsenal and has all sorts of equipment. He walked towards a pair of magical armor, but was immediately blocked.

"Can it only be a weapon?" he looked at the coach who was in the way, and received an affirmative answer from the other man's eyes.

Scar turned his head, his gaze lingering on the weapon rack for a long time. Spears, swords, two-handed swords, tomahawks, hammers, flails, daggers, you name it.

"I want this. Scar finally stopped at a sword. It was an inconspicuous sword with a black-red hilt and a plain wooden scabbard. He picked up the sword, and as expected, the weight was very good.

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, the three coaches all looked at him with very strange eyes.

"What's wrong? Can't you?" Scar unsheathed. Suddenly, I felt a chill and a tingling pain in my bone marrow in my hand. The sensation came from the hilt of the sword, invaded the palm of the hand, and seeped up to the wrist.

But Scar had long known that this was a magic weapon. He clenched the hilt tightly, and for a moment he had the illusion that the flesh on his palm was stuck to the metal. When the feeling finally faded, Scar felt an ancient, chilling power surging over the sword, like death.

"You're going to pick it, of course. Although this sword ...... It was usually used by the aristocracy. ”

"Vampire Sword...... Interesting. Scar felt his right hand spasm and grapple onto the handle, involuntarily tightening his grip.