The time goes back to two hours before the start of the gladiatorial battle.

At six o'clock in the morning, the Ulster City Hall.

King Conchi Urban sat on the throne, looked at the elderly nobleman standing beside him, and slowly said, "Fogar, how many days have it been?"

The gray-bearded elderly nobleman looked at the rising sun in the east and replied, "It's been three months."

Congebull leaned his body to the back of the chair, his voice low: "Kuchulin should be dead."

Fogar nodded: "It must be dead."

"There is one less guy who makes me bother me." Kangchi Urban stood up from the throne with difficulty, looked at Fogar and said with a smile: "In this way, your daughter Emmel doesn't have to marry that. Reckless."

When the king said the name of "Emer", his words were a bit of excitement, and his eyes were brighter than Shirley.

Fogar pretended not to show the other party's intentions, and took the initiative to change the subject: "Speaking of the person who is giving you a headache, wouldn't there be one less person today?"

"Boyle? That traitor like a joker?!" Conch Urban laughed: "In my eyes, he is an insignificant bug! The only meaning he has survived until now is to make those treat me People with two hearts, see how miserable I will end if I disobey!"

Fogal stroked his beard, thoughtfully: "I heard that the opponent that "Red Circle" found for him was the notorious "skinner"?"

Conch Urban patted his fat belly: "The traitor should be given the most tragic death penalty! Peel off every inch of his skin, break every fascia, and break every bone of him. His flesh and blood and wailing will be the best admonition for those who watch the battle today!"

Fogal shrugged, accustomed to such rants.

The attendant appeared at the entrance of the main hall and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the gladiatorial battle will officially begin in an hour."

Congee Erber shakes off the fur robe behind him, strode to the hall door, and laughed loudly: "These boring and boring days have bored me! I just need such a killing, make me happy! Come on! Well, let us witness together, the new animal in "Red Circle"!"

One hour later, the "Red Circle" arena.

Todd kicked the "Skinner" into the air, and Congeber also sprayed the drink into the air.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" King Ulster slammed the copper wine glass on the ground, yelling in anger: "Where did you find such a straw bag! Even a dying person Can't beat it?!"

Looking at the sweaty arena director beside him, Fogall said to the king in a speculative tone: "Could it be'acting'?"

Conch Urban turned his head, his anger still stopped on his face, and shouted, "Act?!"

"I have often heard people say that in order to increase the fighting effect of gladiatorial combat, the strong often pretend to be invincible at the beginning to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience." Fogall touched his beard and said while thinking: "Your Majesty, you Think about it. If the gladiatorial fight has just begun, and the weaker party has no chance to resist and is directly slaughtered, how will the audience who bought the tickets react?"

Conch Urban was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head to think for a moment, and shouted with red light on his face: "It makes sense! So that's the way it is!"

Then, he turned his head to the trembling arena supervisor, and said with approval: "It's really hard for you to take these things into consideration."

The supervisor showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and shouted in his heart: "My **** didn't make these arrangements at all! ! ! 』

Compared to the poor director, there was another person on the court who was also in a panic.

Todd, carrying a sword and shield, had big drops of sweat on his forehead.

Kicked out, his first reaction was actually "It's over, I won't kick this guy to death, am I?" 』

Looking at the other person who was struggling on the ground, Todd pretended to be weak and confused, and whispered to the enemy: "Stand up, stand up! Believe in yourself, you can!"

I don't know if God heard his voice, the "Skinner" finally stood up swayingly.

This two-meter-tall man has obvious defects in intelligence. He looked at Todd in confusion, and he didn't understand how he was knocked down just now. The blood spilling from the corners of his mouth indicated that he had suffered a huge trauma in his body.

Next, Todd played twelve points, accompanied his opponent to start his own "maiden show" in the arena.

The skinner swung his sickle and knocked it on Todd's shield.

Obviously it was a weak attack, but the latter pretended to be hit hard. First he kicked his legs on the ground, jumped backwards, then fell heavily to the ground, hit two or three rolls, and finally pretended to use the weapon as a crutch. , Got up to support for a while, then fell to the ground.

He also lost his opponent, IQ was worrying, and he continued to "cooperate" with Todd's performance.

After a while, the scythe of the skinner struck Todd's leather armor, blood splashing; the latter also used color, leaving a wound on the enemy's thigh.

Unknowing spectators on the field screamed loudly. In their eyes, this was a well-matched and splendid battle.

King Ulster in the VIP stands, watching the fighting in the arena, was so excited that he couldn't help himself. While patting the stand armrests, he shouted excitedly: "Okay! This block is good! I can't see it." , Boyle, under such an attack, he can still hold on to the present!"

The director of the arena looked at the two people in the field with a pale face, because he could not understand everything in front of him.

In the huge venue, only two people knew what happened.

One is Todd.

The other is Rachel, who knows Todd's strength very well, but she is sitting in the stands with a look of unlovable appearance, her eyes are almost turned to the sky!

This "horrifying, epic" duel lasted more than half an hour.

You come and I meet the two of you, fighting "the inexhaustible, inextricable, life and death."

At the end of the fight, Todd and the Skinner were completely out of strength. They dropped their weapons, completely relying on the blood of a man, you punched me and overdrawn my life. (At least in the eyes of the audience, this is the case)

Finally, the skinner with serious internal injuries couldn't hold it, and fell straight into the mud, never getting up again.

"Exhausted" Todd fell on his knees, raised his hands "tremblingly", and announced his victory to everyone.

The whole arena was boiling, and people threw flowers and coins into the arena, praising Boyle's heroic demeanor and spirit of fighting courageously without fear of powerful enemies.

Ulster’s King Conch Eber sat back on the chair in the stands, drank the wine in his glass, and exclaimed with great excitement: "Happiness! It's really nice!"

Fogar touched the king with his elbow and motioned him to look at the meeting place.

Conch Urban stood up and saw all the audience in the venue, facing his direction, holding his thumb high, and shouting the same words: "Let him live! Let him live!"

Kangqiubo's face turned gloomy, following the tradition inherited from the ancient Tailuo period. After a gladiator ends the battle, if the audience is satisfied with his performance, he will put his thumb up and use words to ask the king for his right to survive.

In the past, Conch Urban might agree with the audience without hesitation, but today's gladiators are a bit special.

A traitor, a thorn in the eye that should have been executed.

Foggar walked to the king's side ~lightnovelpub.net~ and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, if you forcibly kill him today, it will cause everyone's dissatisfaction. It is better to conform to the hearts of the people...There are still many opportunities in the future."

Conch Urban thought about it carefully, then walked to the side of the stand, in front of all the audience, smiled and raised his thumbs upwards, indicating that Boyle could live today.

Hearing the cheers coming from his ears, Todd's mouth showed a smile, closed his eyes, pretended to be exhausted, and lay down on the ground.

Congee Erber stepped down from the stand, and before leaving, glanced viciously at the director of the arena, who was frightened by the devastating eyes and sat paralyzed on the ground.

As the king of Ulster walked, he sighed at Foggar beside him: "Today's battle is really exciting. If it really doesn't matter, it is the kick at the beginning of the game. It is too fake..."

　　

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