"Ancomorida means "possible", and Dorvajudeen means "fearless"..." Lying on the haystack of the prison, Todd whispered as Ritchell taught himself The northern dialect.

　　 A guard of the arena, passing by the door of the cell, his eyes aiming in other directions, his legs are like wind, and he doesn't stay at all.

　　 Todd glanced outside the door, then regained his attention.

The biggest change that 　　 defeated the "Skinner" brought to him was that the entire arena of people looked at him with fear in their eyes.

　　 Thinking of tomorrow's battle, Todd sneered and crushed the stone in his hand.

　　 is also really due to those people who don't know how to live or die, they can come up with ten such bad ideas.

　　 Sitting up, Todd looked at the ceiling and thought about it. Tomorrow's gladiatorial fight is not difficult to win, but how to conceal one's strength is the most troublesome.

　　 Just when he was considering "performance intensity and stage position", there was a faint sound of steps outside the promenade, which caught his attention.

　　 This step does not belong to guards, nor is it like a soldier.

　　A staff of the arena respectfully led a man in black to the door of the cell.

　　 Todd frowned and looked at the two at the door, waiting for each other's actions.

　　 The man in black pointed at the iron lock on the door and spoke a northern dialect to the staff.

　　 What surprised Todd was that what sounded was a clear and sweet female voice.

　　 The clerk desperately shook his head and retorted something in a low voice.

　　 The black-clothed woman slapped the cell door vigorously with her hand, and moved towards the other party, repeating Shih Cai's words again, but her voice increased by three points.

　　 The latter was so frightened that he made a silent motion, and after seeing that there was no one left or right, he took out the key from his arms and opened the prison door.

　　 Watching the black-clothed woman get into the cell and stand in front of him, Todd, who doesn't understand Beidi and doesn't know the identity of the other party, straightens his face and puts on an indifferent expression.

　　 The visitor lifted his hood, revealing his true face.

　　 Todd was shocked and gave a secret compliment: What a beautiful woman.

　　 It is hard to imagine that there would be such a beautiful woman in the bitter cold place of the North. The facial features are like oil paintings, no blemishes can be found; the skin is like milk, delicate but shiny.

　　 The woman looked into Todd's eyes and said something eagerly.

　　 Todd, who was completely incomprehensible, remained silent, his expression cold and frosty.

　　 The woman grabbed the other's hand, teardrops in her eyes, and her voice was choked.

　　 Todd's heart moved, trying to break free of the opponent's hand. But he knew that if he showed a half-inappropriate emotion at this time, his previous efforts would be lost. At the moment, the only way to fool the past is to pretend to be indifferent.

　　 talked again, and the woman found that the other party was completely unmoved, and the tears in her eyes were like bursting a bank.

　　 The voice slowly lowered, and the woman stood on tiptoe, kissed Todd's cheek lightly, put down her hood, and exited the cell.

　　 Just like that, Todd watched her come quietly, and watched her go quietly. What remained, except for the sweet body scent in the air and the faint warmth on the cheeks, was the person's suspicious and bewildered face.

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　　 Watching gladiatorial fights is as important as eating and sleeping for Ulsters.

　　 Although these subjects of the Northern Kingdom claim that they are different from the tribes in the southern region, they still have the blood of barbarism and war-thirsty flowing in their bones.

　　In the kingdom, regardless of age, men, women or children, there are gladiators that they love. Some well-known fighters even have exclusive support groups and followers.

Therefore, when the news of the defeat of the "skinner" is like a spring breeze blowing across the riverbank, as it blows through every corner of the Ulster Kingdom, people are rushing to talk about the grandeur of that day. After exaggerating praise, let all People saw a rising star in the fighting.

　　 However, the good times did not last long.

　　 When Todd's second gladiatorial bulletin was posted, all the emotions were filled with anger and shock as long as the Ulsters with a little bit of mind.

　　 Let a gladiator face ten opponents... This is not a gladiator at all, it is a murder!

　　 Smart people soon began to speculate about the role of the king behind this incident. Someone found the nobles of the kingdom, hoping to put pressure on the royal family to curb this unfair gladiatorial arrangement.

　　 But in fact, the King of Ulster was really wrong for this incident. The idea of ​​"one to ten" had nothing to do with him at all. On the contrary, Conch Urban was very satisfied with Todd's performance in the first battle, and even had a little appreciation for it.

　　 Although the king wanted this traitor to pay the price of death, he definitely did not do it in this stupid way.

　　 Therefore, when the king saw the notice of the second battle, his first reaction was unbelief, and then he was furious.

　　 It is a dignified thing to execute a traitor in public, but using a multi-person siege to strangle a soldier, this despicable method completely violates the "tradition" of the Northern Kingdom. Moreover, to some extent, it also damaged the king's reputation.

　　 But, it's done.

　　 The gladiatorial notice has been posted, and it is unrealistic to take it back.

　　 Considering that the voice of protest in the kingdom is getting louder and louder. Congeber ordered his confidant Fogall to bring a set of high-quality armor and a sword made by a famous master to the "Red Circle" arena, and gave it to Boyle, and told him in person If he can win in this battle, he will be relieved of his guilt and the capital crime will be changed to slavery.

　　 (In the Kingdom of Ulster, penalties vary according to the size of the guilt. The capital crime is the most serious, followed by slavery, then exile, then labor, and yoke, caning, bondage, etc.)

　　 This action was enough to perform, and it also showed the attitude, and finally made the people of the kingdom a little quiet.

　　 Soon, time came to the day of the second battle.

　　The battle has not yet begun, and the audience from the kingdom and neighboring countries has already filled the entire "Red Circle" by 70%.

　　 However, unlike the first time, most of the people who came to watch last time wanted to see how the traitor Boyle died tragically; this time, the audience wanted to see a wonderful battle.

　　 Konchi Urban sat on the high viewing platform, looked at the arena below, and asked Fogar beside him: "In your opinion, what is his chance of winning?"

The latter thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "I heard that the conditions for the ten gladiators are that whoever can get Boyle's head will be free; moreover, these ten opponents Weapons are different and the division of labor is clear. In the past, the team has rich experience in teamwork."

　　 "So, you mean, that guy is dead?"

　　 Konki Urban saw Fogar shrugging his shoulders, and said with a big smile: "My opinion is different from yours. The result of this fight may bring me a surprise."

　　 In the auditorium, two men, an old and a young, were sitting in the front row, talking in a low voice.

　　 "Father, can a soldier really defeat ten opponents without reinforcements?"

Hearing the youth’s question, the older man said: “This kind of question is meaningless in itself~lightnovelpub.net~ If you really want to seek an answer, then listen up. In a one-to-many battle, the brave will not Then there is the main source of advantage. Wisdom is the key to victory."

　　 The young man nodded without understanding.

　　 The older man patted him on the back and said with a smile: "Look carefully at this battle. Since this Boyle can defeat the "Skinner", then he must be unique."

　　 Ten meters away from the father and son in the back row, Rachel sat around the corner, eating fried pine nuts boredly, was exposed to the autumn sun, and yawned long. On her right hand, across the seven or eight seats, a woman in black crossed her fingers, praying silently to the arena.

　　 With a chime, the gladiator's gate slowly rises.

　　 Ten fully armed gladiators walked into the field one after another, holding various weapons in their hands, and the positions they stood were also different according to their occupations.

　　 Opposite them, a warrior holding a sword and shield walked into the arena with a slow and steady pace.

　　 In the audience, there was a burst of cheers and cheers.

　　 Todd raised the palm of his shield and placed it in front of his forehead to block the glare from the direct sunlight. He looked at the ten opponents opposite with a smile on his face.

　　

　　

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