The stands of the arena were already full of gamblers holding bills and shouting wildly. The gray cumulus clouds in the sky seemed to be just decorations, and the gloomy weather did not affect the carnival of the people of Lacales today!

"Brutum, give me back the money you owe me!"

Today is the day of revelry, and it is also the day when the gamblers of La Calles gather once a month, there are gamblers, and naturally there are moneylenders.

Other moneylenders either have a vicious face and a fighting spirit that can at least deal with villains. Either they have a strong background enough to make a large group of people beat those who can't pay back in front of the public, and finally take away the last bit of possessions of the poor guys. These two kinds of money lenders also have another name, called debt collectors, which are concise and to the point, and those who are released can at least recover the capital.

However, the man who grabbed Brutum in the stands of the Colosseum at this moment was a short and fat old man, he was a well-known blacksmith in this small city with tens of thousands of permanent residents, and the people who took care of his business, and they all affectionately called him Old Man Ram.

Not only because the weapons and farm tools produced by his blacksmith are fair and durable, but also because he is a lovely old man who has a soft ear after drinking together.

"Oh, hell, you got it. Brutum cursed imperceptibly, and then greeted him with a smile on his face. "My dear Grandpa Ram, why are you here? Are you here to celebrate my win?"

"Win money?" Old man Ram's eyes widened, and without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves, and his strong biceps really made Brutum swallow his saliva, and quickly pointed to the center of the arena and said, "Yes, yes, win money, that's right!"

"I'm sure you'll let Grandma Tula live tonight!

"Don't, don't!"

At this moment, the gladiatorial arena slowly quieted down, and the old man looked up subconsciously, only to see the entrance of the arena opposite, a team of rugged barbarian guards surrounded by a middle-aged man with a Roman peculiar face, but deliberately wearing Lacales costumes, walking towards the high platform.

The atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena became solemn, and Old Man Ram clearly felt that the breathing around him was much lighter. And the Brutum next to him, who had been grinding himself for a long time last time and borrowed thirty Ore, didn't dare to come out at the moment, let alone sneak away.

According to the uncles and aunts of the neighborhood who had received information from passing travelers, in the Roman Empire, the herald's duty was to record the decrees of the local consuls, post them in the local squares, or pass them on to others. In an era when information was largely carried by letter postmen, heralds were mostly cronies of the local consuls.

The ancestors of Lacales did not leave much writing for their descendants, as a Lacales people, as long as they have a good hunting skill, or a good skill in fighting, they can mix a bite of food, who cares about the importance of words?

Besides, if the king of Lacales really had any ideas, the next day everyone outside the palace would know, and coupled with the revulsion of the Roman conquest, the herald was worthless in their eyes.

Of course, this was only the beginning, and no one dared to say anything more after the Roman nobleman named Flavies, in front of King LaCales, personally executed several members of the royal family who tried to disrespect him and the indigenous nobles of LaCalles who had broken the law.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't pay attention to my arrival, continue to revelry, remember the grace of the Empire, today is the grand occasion of Lacales!" Flavies sat quietly on the high seat, staring coldly at the open space in the center of the gladiatorial arena, no one knowing what he was looking at.

Gradually, the atmosphere slowly heated up again before the gladiatorial fight began. But anyone could feel a little more restrained, for no other reason than that in the past, the gladiatorial battles were presided over by King LaCalles himself.

"Stinky boy, go!"

Old Ram came back to his senses, tugged at Brutum's cuffs and continued to pull out, this time asking him to take out the money for everything.

"No, Grandpa Ram, trust me, I can win this time!"

"What to win?"

"Win money, if you win, I'll pay back everything I owe you!"

"Still trying to lie to me?"

"I'll treat you to three days!"

“...... Tell me about it!"

Brutum struggled a few times, broke free from Old Ram's hand, took a few big breaths, and sat down to signal that he had no intention of running away.

"Today I'm pressing the Tobel deer!"

"You!" Old Ram almost jumped up angrily, no matter what, he is considered a descendant of his younger brother, could it be that his niece "married" the child born by the Romans and had a bad brain?

"Don't get excited, uncle, believe me, you can definitely win......"

"Get ready for your Ore, bet on it! First game! Slaves from the Sea of Standa and Rift Lions captured from Arnold Forest!"

Before the high position, the Gladiatorial Arena administrator shouted out the two sides of the first match at the signal of the herald Flavis.

The two iron bars at both ends of the Colosseum slowly opened, and the Colosseum was quiet again, and everyone waited with bated breath.

"Did you bet on this?" Old Ram poked Brutum quietly, "The Rip Lion is a big guy, even the Romans, it takes at least a small squad of soldiers to capture a Split Lion, and even LaCalles only has one...... A person against a rip lion, he has no chance of winning at all!"

"No, look, he's out. Brutum shook his head, and pointed to the iron gate to their left, and a man wearing a gladiatorial helmet with only a few thin layers of leather on his body stepped out, and the scars everywhere seemed to tell of his master's past.

Brutum explained: "I inquired about the man, it is a centurion captured by the Romans after the attack on Standa some time ago, and it is said that he killed thirty legionnaires before he was captured!"

"Oh my God!" said Old Ram, looking incredulously at the calm-looking man in the field.

"So, it's really hard to say, he was captured without a standard weapon, and he definitely can't kill all sides like before, and the Rift Lion is the same, without filling his stomach and lacking physical strength, it is difficult to compare with the wild Rift Lion. ”

At the other end of the arena, as a fishy smell was smelled by the Lacales above the iron bar, a hungry Cracked Lion appeared in front of the audience. Its low roar made quite a few people excited. They didn't care if the beast could understand human speech or not, they all screamed wildly.

"Bite him to death!"

"Go!"

The frantic shouts of the gladiatorial arena had little effect on Captain Standa Centurion, and the explanation was simple, he won, he could live, and if he lost, it was a dead end. Those bets have nothing to do with him, he just fights for his life.

Despite the fact that there were no bets on this one, Brutum and Old Ram watched the centurion intently.

"Ah, Uncle Brutum, Grandpa Ram, would you like some wine or dried fruit?" At some point, a little girl wearing a cloak and carrying a basket came to the two of them. Lacales was originally not big, and if you go back carefully, leaving aside the Romans who immigrated, the Lacales people within five generations are all relatives.

"Hmm...... Then come to the bar...... Wine for one!" Old Ram saw Brutum's twinkling eyes and immediately added a sentence alertly.

"Stingy......" Brutum muttered, his gaze returning to the centurion from Standa.

No matter what country you are in, one of the necessary conditions for becoming a centurion is to have a war spirit, and the owner of the gladiatorial arena is also black-hearted, and only says that he is a slave in the message given, but this is not a deception, because when he is captured and Standa is destroyed, he has only one identity, a slave.

The Rip Lion cautiously approached the Centurion of Standa Centurion, the beast was so hungry that in fact it could only be half-full every time it came out in a gladiatorial fight, because there was no ration that day, and at other times?

Other times, the black-hearted guards deducted its rations to the extreme in order to save money, or to prevent it from breaking through the cage, and if it had not been explained by the owner of the gladiatorial arena, it must have enough ability to fight, I am afraid that it would have to hang for its life every day.

So this rift lion is particularly cunning, and in the harsh environment it unknowingly learns to hunt its prey with the least amount of energy.

Similarly, when the Rip Lion observed the centurion, the centurion also stared at the Rift Lion, the dark muscles on his body gradually tensed, and he only had a rusty hammer given to him by the gladiatorial arena in his hand, what was the use of a blunt weapon?!

For this extremely flexible beast, even a spear was far more powerful than the heavy iron lump in his hand. It's a pity that he doesn't have time and is not qualified to complain.

Hold the hammer at your side to make sure you don't waste your stamina, and swing it out the moment the Rift Lion rushes up.

The Rip Lion snorted impatiently, it could no longer stand the feeling of hunger. It rushed towards the centurion, ready to pounce.

The Lacales, the Romans, and the other races of humans in the audience all shouted wildly, and in their eyes there was no sympathy, only the blood of the Rush, the eagerness and excitement to come!

Suddenly, just as it was about to pounce in front of the centurion, its front paws kicked back sharply and jumped to the side, but the centurion's hammer had already swung into the air and could not be retracted.

Oops! cunning brute!

The centurion cursed secretly, and sure enough, the Rift Lion took advantage of the moment when he failed to withdraw the hammer and bit at him.

"Roar!" It wasn't the Ripmouth Lion who made the sound, it was the centurion, and it was hard to imagine that the howl of a beast was made by a human.

The basic skill of battle spirit, Battle Howl!

I saw a fluctuation in the air, and from the centurion, a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread rapidly, and even the audience behind the Rift Lion felt a gust of wind blowing in an instant.

The Rift Lion was the most affected, and the beast's hearing was often stronger than that of humans, and this howl slowed its reaction by half a beat.

Without hesitation, the centurion swung the hammer into the head of the Rift Lion with a mouthful of blood.

The place where the Rip Lion had been wounded was imperceptibly dented to the naked eye, and a lot of blood oozed from its left ear, but this did not hurt it much, on the contrary, it aroused its ferocity.

Just when the centurion was exhausted, the right paw of the Rift Lion left a small wound on the centurion's thigh.

The centurion screamed in pain, but he did not dare to slack off, and picked up the hammer in his hand to give the beast another blow, but found that it had already jumped far away, and the man and the beast returned to the previous state of confrontation.

And the people in the audience have already exploded, the Lacales do not worship art more or less like the Romans or the Athenians, the Lacales worship the brave!

Despite this, there were less than 10,000 people in the entire Chamvolakales who could use battle qi!

But at this point, they also realized that they had been deceived......!

Only a lot of people who had already gotten the news, or who had gone out of their shit luck, were happy.

It looks like it's going to make a lot of money this time.

However, the result of the gladiatorial battle was beyond everyone's expectations, and after a few rounds, the centurion took the initiative to rush towards the Rift Lion without being able to replenish his battle qi and prevent himself from bleeding heavily from the wound...... Eventually, the centurion's hammer managed to break the lion's head to pieces, and the lion's teeth were deeply embedded in the centurion's left chest, and he couldn't survive.

None of the people in the audience could accept the result.

Both sides are dead, for the first time since the establishment of the Colosseum in Lacales!

Even if the gladiator lost too much blood, as long as he could hold on for one more minute and survive to the end, he would be considered a winner. In this case, naturally, the dealer wins.

"You kid, you have a good eye. Old man Ram looked at his indisputable nephew in surprise, he didn't expect his gossip to be really useful, and unconsciously ignited a little confidence in Brutum, and by the way, he called the little girl, took out copper coins and bought a few bottles of wine and dried fruits for Brutum to eat.

Before the start of the second game, the arrival of the two aristocratic girls quietly cooled the anger of the gamblers.

They held hands, talked and laughed, and accompanied by the attendants, they came to the high seat, and Flavis frowned slightly when he saw one of the maidens, but said nothing, and let them sit behind him.

"Oh my God, Miss Severia and Miss Tina are here today?" Brutum's eyes widened, not noticing that his saliva was running down the corners of his mouth.

"Stinky boy, what are you daydreaming about?" Old Ram unceremoniously gave Brutum a popcorn, "What do you think? It's okay to think like that about Severia, but I'll tell you, Tina doesn't even think about it!"

"Yes......" Brutum bowed his head in pain, still muttering in his mouth, he didn't pay any attention to Old Ram's words. Not to mention that these two chicks are the best, even if any of them fall in love with him, he won't have to make money in his life.

One is the favorite daughter of King Lacales, the pearl of Lacales, Tina, and the other is the only daughter of the herald Flavies, Severia!