Duheng arranged nearly forty people to guard the money box today, and the bet was closed before noon.

The nobles bet according to their names, betting who can win the first place.

Although the scene was tepid, and the sticks and fists were beaten carelessly, they all took up the banker and forced the audience to be enthusiastic.

The wooden sign carved with a name is hung on the wall.

If you are still there by the afternoon, then the bettor will have a generous and chic night.

The guards' armor was shining, and the long-handled axe was inserted into the ground, which was completely different from yesterday.

Warlord education is usually mainly used as sticks, and the time used by decent people to read or study etiquette is used on military horses and swords.

Therefore, many noble wooden signs have been cut off by charcoal, leaving only a few of the bloodiest and cruel guys on the field.

As the afternoon approached, yesterday's Prisoner's Game feasted the audience's eyes, so the expectations were also rising, with drums and roars.

However, the gambling table area cooled down. Without it, the prisoners could no longer survive today.

The competition system will be changed in the afternoon, and the contestants will be fully armed to slaughter prisoners. Each head is attached with a score, and the most conspicuous "Adam" is set to five points.

They were originally used to destroy to please the public.

Therefore, if there is nothing wrong with it, that would be a joke.

Almost all the bettors were pressing on the noble side, and a few extreme people who were unpopular would put a few copper wolf or silver pythons on the other side.

Duheng frowned and watched from behind, the coins piled up into pillars, and together they became hills, condescending to the small hill beside them.

It's like a slaughter, waiting for the blood to slowly flow down.

The scumbags just want the battle to be violent enough.

No one cares about fairness, glory, life and death.

This kind of nonsense that is used to deceive prisoners to fight back is like carefully feeding cattle and sheep before slaughtering, allowing them to struggle in the direction they expect.

He successfully survived the competition and bowed to the lord's feet to offer loyal prisoners, almost no one was allowed.

Duheng frowned and left, he wanted to meet Adam and ask if he had any plans.

Um?

The screams came, and the crowd was so restless that it made the spine numb.

"Prisoner, five golden crows!"

The bettor raised his head, and he felt his pride like a rooster.

Before the cold voice disappeared, I heard the man say again.

"Adam, just suppress this man, ten golden crows!"

There was a rustling discussion in the crowd, and someone suppressed the odds. If it was really upset, then this guy would definitely become the winner with the biggest profit.

The bystander's eyes flashed, he sucked and bit his mouth and fell into thinking, and his fingers rubbed his fingers deep in his clothes pocket.

"Look at this fool, did he think this is a masked casino?"

Du Heng ordered coldly that the other party's clothes were between shabby and luxurious, and he couldn't figure out what this person was, and he wanted to squander his wealth in this way.

The army soldiers secretly protected him in the middle, and someone had already taken him to the private room.

That room is full of rich men, and personal safety is somewhat guaranteed.

Duheng sighed and left, while using his eyes to warn several evildoers whose eyes were already shining.

Guess how did the corpses in secluded places on the roadside outside the Tygonda gate come from?

...

【Team: 14】

【Remaining Enemies: 15】

No one even assigned them weapons today. The broken copper and iron were still the same batch yesterday, and even the blood clots were not soaked in water.

【The morale of the team is low, the audience is enthusiastic】

Dust fell from time to time in the passage, and wisps of dust turned over in the sunlight that penetrated into obliquely.

Adam's face was calm, and there were no chains around him today. He obviously hoped that the prisoners would be more agile in escaping.

Shooting a moving target makes you feel more accomplished, isn’t it?

He stretched the rag straight and used his long sword to expand the gap, and tore it into strips with a sizzling sound.

"Adam, they..."

"Shh, are you nervous now, then don't talk, keep your physical strength for holding the weapon."

【Death Fight Prisoner】

【Attitude: Despair】

【Experience: Armed Fighting】

【Monolo: Everything is over.】

Adam raised his arm, all his fingers shaking, and blood-colored flowed back down visible to the naked eye, pale and powerless feeling spread across every inch of his skin.

"They will use all their means to leave your dog's lives here for people to slaughter and enjoy. Yesterday, you should have lived only a few people, but I let you have more meals.

Today, I will work hard for this, but someone will surely die here. Good luck, everyone."

The sound is gentle and powerful, like a spring water slipping into the heart.

Hope, with a fatal addiction, and if you can't forget that taste, you will fall into it and pursue that sensation without trace.

Someone has stopped praying and started listening to this last speech.

【Prisoner loyalty increases】

Adam put the rope on the other party's thumb, put the strap on the back of his hand, constantly wrapping it around the wrist and palm sides, and skillfully passing through other gaps.

【Simple strap】

The arena has sentenced them to death, and it is impossible to give them gloves, so they can only use this method to restrain their strength and protect their muscles.

Not everyone has their own resilience. In terms of data and quality, they are all too different. Although they have a considerable growth, they are dead.

"Can you hear the audience cheering? The marking is on you, and your opponent snatches your head and is eager to receive the reward."

He patted the other person's cheek, and this contemptuous action could arouse bloodyness and briefly impact the heart.

"Breathe, take a deep breath."

Everyone did as they did, but they gave up soon.

Because when you are nervous and desperate, the air is filled with fear, and every time your chest rises and falls, your nose and hair will be sore, and you want to escape or cry.

"They thought you were rabbits, but in fact you were wolfs, the worst and most vicious prisoners. Think about how those fine wines flowed through your throat?

There is also the meat steak. You have to brush with sauce to make the whole bite strong enough? As the suckling pig, it is a bit thin, but it tastes okay after stuffing fruits and spices."

The throat surged, and someone quickly wiped away the tears and laughed out loud. The scene was a bit bitter, but at least it was not so silent.

How many people can you bring out alive?

Adam was asking himself, too.

It is difficult for people to calculate. Even if they are no longer afraid to guess the other person with the most despicable imagination, when he sees that scene, he still grits his teeth.

The nobles who had the advantage in numbers were almost fully armed, with a shiny silver steel breastplate and a sharp blade hidden in the scabbard on their hips.

Military boots have different styles, but they are mostly iron sheets after all, with different financial resources from warlords and nobles. There are many leaders who are passionate about livestock and like to collect equipment.

He held it in his hand and felt confident looking at the meat on the chopping board.

The wooden fence fell down, and the prisoners' retreat was cut off. They were a little hesitant, and even the arrows on the wooden bow could not be pulled straight.

"Adam!"

A shout came from above his head. He turned around and saw Duheng leaning against the table. The other party looked complicated, but he still picked the snap from the side and raised his arm.

The black shadow drew through the arc and fell into his hands.

【Tygonda Guard Sword】

【Advanced Weapons】

【Damage: 115~135】

[Note: This thing symbolizes a certain position.]

Adam adjusted his breathing and focused his attention in front of him. Duhengren was so righteous that the gap between the high platform and the plain ground was not just as simple as the audience and the prisoners.

You have to find a way to survive.

The blade of the sword streaked across the inner sheath wall, and barefoot gradually accelerated with the stinging sound.

The wind whispered softly, and the flashing steel plane printed out on the face, with no waves in his eyes, firm and reliable, responding to all begging and protecting anyone who lives behind him.
Chapter completed!