The gray falcon docked on the side eaves of the tower, and the crow cleaned his wings at the backlight of the site. Although the acidity and chewiness of the fresh corpse were not ideal, it was better than burnt smell.

The competition is to replace the talkative woman with a strong man, then stuff hundreds of croaking pheasants, then plug the ears and wait for various roars.

Duheng came out of the room downstairs of the arena and spitted several phlegm.

The already filled seats meant that thousands of pairs of stinky feet were trampling on his head, and dust spread on his face like bread crumbs, yelling the captain who stayed up late to duty.

"Fuck, these guys weren't so rich when they paid taxes."

The audience sent saliva and coin bags in the middle of the guard wall, shouting out the betting name that they were most looking forward to.

Most of the unlucky people who kept cursing and looked sad were saved by their families, or it was difficult to find girls to have fun in the future.

Today there are twenty guys guarding the money box, all of whom are the most capable soldiers Duheng is the most aggressive, the most aggressive, and the strongest.

"How many died?"

The soldier responsible for maintaining order at the door flashed his eyes and looked at the guard captain in fear, as if he had done something wrong.

He said.

"Five or six, now it's the first round of the contestants. Not many died and played very hard. The injured were dragged to the back. The old man was there to deal with it."

Duheng ignored it, his footsteps were fast, and his iron boots were pressed on the steps as if they had added springs, squeezing towards the entrance of the passage.

The sunlight stimulated his cornea like a needle. Staying up late and being congested with backlight for a long time forced him to squint his eyes and move around the seat like a vegetable stall.

"Sit down and mix the ball."

Several spectators who stood up and roared were pressed back by him, because if they didn't do so, someone would probably turn down the fence.

The vertical drop of the high windowsill can prevent the warrior from being timid and prevent death row prisoners from escaping. At the same time, it will also cost the lives of anxious audiences. No one will rush down to save people by breaking their necks.

There are sword marks and claw marks on the mud walls, which are filled with blood. After they dry up, they become murals completed by many factors, and thus continue to enrich the decoration of the arena.

oh!

The crowd pressed towards Duheng like a city wall collapsed, and the roar made his eardrums bulge.

"Damn it."

He held the trembling railing and couldn't help complaining that the passage was completely occupied by fanatics, so he had to look sideways at the venue and wait for the craze to pass.

Krachi, the son of the warlord, had just finished the battle and pulled the arrow out of the eyes of Hu servants. There were traces of blood flowing through the iron guards. He also wiped it on the black curl to show his courage.

Many people were scattered in every corner of the circular venue, raising their hands to greet the cheers. The battle between the squad ended here, and no one prayed that those disabled could still live a normal life.

If you put your destiny on the arena, you have to bear a heavier price besides tightening your belt.

Some towns like to play stick-fist-style competitive conferences, which have greatly reduced their value and future. No lord likes those who are greedy and afraid of death to come and swear allegiance.

Of course, there are also situations, such as the subsequent fight between nobles, most people will not die. It is the limit to stop and admit defeat.

Duheng went up the corner ladder on the side of the stands, leaned over and looked at the back of the arena. The soldiers threw their breathless body on the ground, first supplying the crows and corpse collectors, and taking them to feed the beasts later.

"I heard that you had a bad chat with the Anton Wisson cavalry."

Arnold sat in the main seat, wearing the silk dress, with complicated front tie-ups covering his slightly fat belly.

The surroundings are all the most elite black helmet guards, and the steel armor is all high-end goods with carved patterns.

Being able to get here means at least the level of the guard captain, and Duheng is the only bastard who dares to be late but does not take the initiative to greet him.

"In the Prisoner's Show, there was a man who was forcibly labeled. Haha, I almost realized the courage of the kingdom's cavalry, which is a pity."

Arnold glanced at the VIP stand with his eyes squinted, and Cathy Langgar sat upright, with white-toothed oak table with foot pedals, allowing the princess to show how to gracefully raise her legs.

The military discipline chief next to him brought cavalry sanitation, so that those contestants who ogled or showed their strength did not dare to covet too much.

"When will you grow like this? Some things cannot be gained by impulse."

Arnold shook the bean fruit, and the sound of chewing sounded behind him without any scruples. He sighed, unbuttoned his throat and put two of them in his study, and he couldn't get used to wearing formal clothes.

Duheng has his shadow, and every time he comes into contact, he can't control the rough habits brought by his military career.

The core was thrown into the corner, and the sound of collision and horn sounded at the same time.

The warm-up game ends, and the first round of the official match will be interspersed with the exhibition match, so that the audience who longs for blood and passion can be excited.

"That's him, Lord Lord."

Duheng stood up straight and turned his eyes to the passage.

...

【Team: 14】

【Remaining Enemies: 14】

The shackles were clattering, and the prisoners slowly walked from the opposite passage to the sun.

"What are you doing!"

"Is he a lunatic or what?"

The prisoners carried all kinds of weapons, from broken knives to short axes, round shields and handcuffs, and long bows on their shoulders. If they weren't barefoot, they even wanted to insert another dagger.

But the young man leading the right side didn't bring anything except...

cigarette?

[The morale is slightly low, the team is average loyal, the audience is mediocre, and the enthusiasm is mediocre, and he booes to you.]

Adam narrowed his eyes and found several more gorgeous stands while adapting to the light. The corresponding notes appeared on the position where the flags were hung and the guard armor were bright.

【Arnold VIP Stand】

[Audience: Cathy Langgar, Anton Wisson Military Discipline Inspection Commissioner...]

Furo ~

He finished his last sip and popped it towards that position before the red dot caught up with his fingernails, with a customary smile attached.

Nicotinine and tar stimulate the brain, and slight suffocation will bring some kind of mental impulse.

Arnold raised his eyebrows, Duheng looked embarrassed, and the soldier responsible for distributing weapons chased him out with his sword, greeted him several times in the shadow, and finally returned with abusive swearing.

Adam spread his arms along the feeling, facing the enemy with his bare hands in the arena of thousands of spectators, with chains measuring his wingspan and placing it across his chest.

He put away his expression and gave the other party the right to choose.

The prisoners who picked up their weapons looked at each other. Adam understood this kind of process of entanglement and said that before he came on the stage.

"If the guy who is opposite me in the first round dares to rush over, he must pray for death..."

It is not possible to gain trust through two consecutive days of negotiations. Destiny needs to be grasped by oneself - he has the confidence to take them away, and it is not necessarily the other party himself.

The boos gradually became continuous, and the opponent began to take steps and communicate with the people around him.

Believe in the lord's promise, fight hard according to the arena rules, or believe in the madman and stop resisting?

[Your opponent launches an attack, sometimes the choice of the people on the field is made by the audience.]

"Get behind and look at it, look up, and stare at the howlers."

Adam stood up and stood in the middle of the field, uneasy, slander, and insulted his opponents could no longer withstand the pressure, and stretched his muscles and decided to rush towards him.

"ah!"

The roar and the axe arrived at the same time.

The chains easily flew over the attack range, smashed the jawbone, and even hooked up the weapon and threw it on the attacker's stomach, making it impossible for him to get up again.

【Remaining Enemies: 13】

The end of the turmoil, more people make choices, this is the arena, not the place to fulfill the promises.

The audience was ignited by plasma and bones, cheered suddenly, and threw away the ridicule of the past.

"Look, a group of poor people who long for violence cannot feel the miserable tragedy of the slowly disappearing temperature of the body. They dare not fight for fate. They can only urge you to draw your sword and fight."

Adam muttered, turning a blind eye to the attacks that approached him.

"call,"

He used a chain to wrap his opponent's neck, exhaled turbid air from the sound of bone fractures, and continued his language education.

"Look up, what's wrong? I don't even dare to face this little sound?"

【Remaining Enemies: 12】

Bang, chuck.

The body fell in front of him, his head tilted, and his weapon slipped.

The prisoner teammates were shocked. This man who had held a feast for two days in a row was so good that those promises were no longer illusory, and it seemed that it was really possible to realize them.

"Does anyone want to change their choice? I don't give this opportunity very much, and I will seize it."

Adam's expression was calm, his hands were soaked in plasma.

【Remaining Enemies: 11】

The opponents were all very entangled, but no one accepted the good intentions except gritting their teeth and advancing and retreating.

Luca sighed, and was ready to join the war. He knew very well what his lord wanted to do.

He picked up the long-handled tail flower barefoot, and the steel sword drew an arc with mud and sand, and fell on his hands. His movements were quick and quick, and the chains made a crisp sound like admiration.

Adam held the sword in his right hand and swept through the opponent's neck one by one in front of him.

The cold light reflected in the sun, the birds flew up, and the feathers and his voice fell at the same time.

"Good luck, gentlemen, let's do it."
Chapter completed!