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- ¡ª¡ªHis Majesty the Emperor was almost assassinated, but it did not affect the Luoma people¡¯s enthusiasm for celebrating the National Day.
On National Day, nearly 100,000 Luoma people still flocked to the largest imperial arena in Luoma City, the largest in the empire, like a tide.
Today, the best gladiators in the Imperial Arena will fight to the death here. The Llama people who are obsessed with killing are going crazy.
The black market ticket price has soared to 300 gold coins a piece, and this is only the worst seat.
Like the audience composed of llama nobles and commoners, the gladiators are also very rarely looking forward to this day.
Today is different from the past. While bleeding and dying, the gladiators with the best performance will be awarded the "Medal of Warriors" by His Majesty the Emperor, given titles and lands, and will be freed from the tragic fate of gladiators. For the gladiators, this is It's a rare opportunity.
But after all, only a small number of people can play.
The competition does not stipulate the total number of places, but only the total time of the competition. In other words, within the specified time, the sooner each battle ends, the more gladiators will be able to play, and vice versa. For thousands of gladiators, this is simply too much.
For this reason, the gladiators even prayed to the god of llamas, hoping that they could be one of the contestants and become the lucky one today.
Xiaosheng is not interested in any medals of bravery, let alone the land and titles given by Emperor Luoma. What he is most concerned about now is when he can fully recover his skills.
His intuition told him that the secret of this world should be in that sacred mountain. If he uncovered the secret of the sacred mountain, he might be able to find a way to go back.
Judging from the Luoma people's heartfelt awe for the sacred mountain, that god and his envoy are obviously not easy people to deal with. He must not act rashly before he recovers his power.
¡°I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s his luck, but since that day after the battle with the man in black, his recovery speed has obviously accelerated a lot.
Xiaosheng once took an inward look at the situation in his body and found that there was a trace of emerald green energy flowing in his body. Although it was quickly swallowed up by Xuan Dan, it is certain that this energy is very helpful in restoring his own skills. It is helpful. It is under its stimulation that the speed of recovery of one's own skills is increased.
"This kind of true energy is obviously the man in black who tried to assassinate Emperor Luoma. It is not known which sect he is a cultivator of. What Xiaosheng hopes most now is to meet this person again and have another fight with him.
At this time, there was less than half a llama clock (note) before the life and death competition officially started. The heavily armed llama soldiers began to escort the 450 selected gladiators to the arena below the arena. In "Bridge Hole".
The Imperial Arena is oval in shape, and in the middle is the arena where gladiators fight desperately.
The fighting arena is surrounded by guardrails built with boulders weighing hundreds of kilograms, and protective nets with iron spikes are also installed on the guardrails.
The guardrail and protective net together are four to five meters high, creating an absolutely safe line of defense for the audience sitting behind the guardrail.
This will prevent a mad gladiator from rushing into the audience and hurting the nobles and commoners in Llama.
The auditorium behind the guardrail gradually rises one by one, with a total of forty floors. Each floor can accommodate approximately 2,500 spectators, and the entire arena can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators.
Under the guardrail, there are six "bridge holes".
Hundreds of gladiators can be crammed into each bridge hole. When a gladiator is selected, llama soldiers will escort him onto the battlefield.
If he does not come back alive, he will become a corpse and be carried down a special passage by llama soldiers. That passage is called the "Road of Death."
Gladiators jokingly called the "bridge hole" "home" because people who leave home always come back. They hope that they and their companions can walk out of here and come back here.
For the gladiators, this is just a beautiful dream that can never be realized. However, countless gladiators have been bleeding and fighting for this dream that is very easy to realize for ordinary people.
They just want to "go home."
Xiaosheng and Mengtai were arranged in a bridge cave with forty-eight other gladiators. These fifty of them were all the best among the gladiators; either they had superhuman physical strength or superb fighting skills; some of them today People will be selected for one-on-one combat.
The remaining four hundred people will not be so lucky. They will participate in a collective "performance", and no more than 10% of them will survive in the end.
Wuteli is also thereAmong the fifty people, he seemed not to worry about his fate at all. He was resting against the cave wall with his eyes half closed. Xiaosheng just thought he was pretending to be calm, and couldn't help curling his lips and whispering: "What are you doing? Are you pretending to be cool? Damn it!"
Wu Teli suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng showed no signs of weakness and opened his eyes wide, staring at him fiercely. The two were staring at each other like aggressive cocks when they suddenly heard a gladiator say: "Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Emperor are here. Unexpectedly, what happened yesterday, the Emperor came anyway." Another gladiator said The fighter interjected: "Yes, I am still worried that His Majesty the Emperor will not come. I am planning to seize His Majesty's medal. As long as I get it, I will no longer have to fight to the death every day."
Hearing what he said, Wu Teli looked away from the young man, glanced at the gladiator, and sneered: "You deserve it? What the hell."
"You!" The gladiator was furious. He was about to stand up and argue with Wu Teili, but was stopped by Montague.
The vicu?a soldier who was in charge of guarding glanced at the gladiators and didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people who were already dying in his eyes. At this time, the auditorium above was already full of people, and Emperor Mark Anthony was holding his daughter's arm and slowly walking towards his luxurious box.
He and Princess Mary were accompanied by nearly twenty capable vicu?a guards for protection.
Along the way, both commoners and nobles stood up and bowed to him and Mary.
Although Mark raised his right hand and smiled to indicate to his subjects that there was no need to be formal, the subjects still watched their emperor walk into the box before sitting down one after another.
After Mark sat down, he looked at the box of the Senate and found that all twelve senators had arrived. He looked at Julian's box again, only to find Funk Sebi, the chief executive of the Sebi family, sitting next to the gay man, talking and laughing, and he couldn't help but frown.
Could it be that the Julian family and the Sebi family really joined forces?
Mary saw her father's worry and came over and whispered: "Father, don't worry. As long as we have the support of the Senate, we don't have to be afraid of them. Father, I'll go sit with my godfather for a while."
Her godfather is Ann Caesar, the chief elder of the Senate, who belongs to the same Bruti family as Mark.
Mark nodded and said: "The battle is about to begin. You go and come back quickly. I don't want to be seen by the subjects. We are too close to the Senate, which will cause a lot of unnecessary speculation and rumors." "
"I understand, Father."
At eight o'clock in the morning, Luoma time, the bloody gladiatorial battle officially kicked off.
After a series of tedious procedures, the first performance of the gladiators began.
A bridge opening was slowly opened, and hundreds of gladiators inside lined up in a neat square formation like regular vicu?a soldiers and walked out of the bridge opening.
Since it was a group performance arranged in advance, they did not have the right to choose weapons. What was distributed to them was a vicu?a dagger that was only two feet long and three inches wide. This kind of short sword is the standard equipment of the vicu?a infantry, and it should be matched with the vicu?a-style buckler, but for some reason, the buckler was not issued to them.
After the gladiators lined up, the bridge hole was slowly closed.
At the same time, the "Death Passage" on the opposite side was opened, and with the roars of wild beasts, ten ferocious black tigers were driven into the arena.
This kind of black tiger is found in the jungle area in the northern part of Bala continent and is one of the most ferocious beasts.
Facing a crazed black tiger, even a professional Sijman hunter is not sure of victory, let alone these gladiators without shields and bows and arrows?
The gladiators suddenly let out shrill screams. They seemed to have foreseen their tragic fate. They panicked and began to run along the arena, begging for their lives from the vicu?a nobles on the stage.
According to Llama law, a noble could save a dying gladiator as long as the gladiator did not violate the rules of the gladiator.
But this right can only be used once a day.
These black tigers had been hungry for three days, and when they suddenly saw so much food, they immediately pounced on it.
The gladiators put up almost no decent resistance, and a dozen of them were knocked down in an instant. The rest scattered in all directions, running and wailing loudly.
Those nobles pointed at the fleeing gladiators below and laughed happily without any sympathy.
Mary couldn¡¯t stand it anymore. She was about to raise her hands to ask for an end to this cruel killing, but Mark stopped her.
Mark shook his head and whispered: "Son, at this time, we cannot lose the support of those nobles."Keep reading and do nothing. "
"Father"
"Stop talking, Mary."
Mark said: "This is Llama, the Llama that has gone crazy. To treat a madman, you don't oppose him from the front, but you must first obey him and gain his trust, and then you can gradually guide him."
When the gladiators realized that their pleas had no effect, they finally united. They shouted and raised the poor daggers in their hands to fight with the black tiger. When the daggers broke, they bit them with their teeth and grabbed them with their hands.
The coarse sand laid on the arena gradually turned red with blood. Finally, all ten black tigers were killed by the gladiators, but only one of the hundred gladiators was left. The remaining gladiator raised his hands high to signal to the audience on the stage. He knew that if he could conquer all the audiences present today, he would be free. Although there was only a glimmer of hope, he had to work hard for it. The audience began to applaud. They raised their right thumbs high and shouted: "Give him freedom, yes, give this warrior freedom, this is what he deserves."
More than 90% of the audience chose to raise their thumbs, but not 100%.
According to the laws of the llama, whether the gladiator can be freed in this case will be decided by the three most noble people present.
If these three people agree to give him freedom, he will become a civilian of the Luoma Empire and enjoy national treatment.
Therefore, the final fate of this gladiator will be decided by the chief consuls of the three major llama families currently present.
Mark Anthony, the contemporary Llama emperor and the chief consul of the Bruti family, first expressed his attitude and agreed to give the gladiator freedom.
Old Seppi also voted in favor.
Everyone¡¯s eyes are looking at Julian¡¯s luxury box. Whether the gladiator can be free depends on his attitude.
Julian stood up with a smile and slowly stretched out his right hand
His thumb is pointed downward.
The gladiator rushed towards the guardrail like crazy, desperately trying to climb the impossible obstacle.
He now wants to tear Julian alive.
Several llama soldiers rushed behind him, stabbed him to death with random shots, and then dragged his body towards the death passage.
"This bastard!" Mary was trembling with anger: "Why wouldn't he let go of a poor gladiator?"
"This bastard!" The kid in the bridge cave was so angry that he punched the wall of the cave. He will always remember this bastard named Julian.
Later, someone asked Julian why he refused to let the gladiator go. Julian replied nonchalantly that the guy was dark and ugly. If he became a citizen of Llama, he would lose the reputation of the Llama Empire. face.
Several llama soldiers laid another layer of coarse sand on the blood-stained arena to cover up the blood, and then started the second performance.
This time two bridge openings were opened, and two hundred gladiators were divided into two parties to confront each other. One side was equipped with spears, and the other side only had bows and arrows.
The rule is that both sides kill each other until one side kills the other. If the winning side has only one person left, it may be freed. If there are more than two people left, it can only leave alive and continue the life of a gladiator.
Two hundred gladiators frantically attacked their former companions. After half a vicu?a, the party equipped with spears won, but only two people were left. The management of the arena did not announce the end of this life-and-death struggle.
Because he knows that the good show has not yet started.
The two gladiators looked at each other, and at the same time, they used the spears in their hands to stab their comrade who was fighting alongside them just now.
Blood spattered, and both of them fell to the ground and died at the same time.
They were already dead, still staring helplessly at the sky with their eyes wide open.
The llamas burst into laughter, as if they were laughing at these two unloyal gladiators and at the despicability of human nature.
How much more noble are their own actions than those of the two dead men?
After the arena was cleared, the third and final group performance began.
The hundred gladiators who walked out of the bridge this time did not have any weapons and equipment, not even a piece of inferior leather armor.
The audience was feeling strange when they suddenly saw hundreds of vicu?a soldiers appearing in the auditorium, holding large bundles of javelins in their hands. They immediately understood and rushed to ask the soldiers for weapons.
This is a hunting activity.
This hundred?The gladiators will become the prey of the vicu?as without any protective equipment. The vicu?a spectators could condescendingly attack the gladiators with their javelins until they discharged them.
If any gladiators survive, no matter how many there are, they will have a chance to be freed.
However, more than two thousand Llama people were assigned weapons, and each received a double-digit javelin. Although they had not received special military training, the power of more than two thousand people thrown together was many times more powerful than bows and arrows. How could the poor gladiators avoid the javelin?
Xiaosheng¡¯s eyes were almost bleeding from seeing this, and he only regretted that his recovery of skills was limited and he could not save these gladiators.
The llama people laughed wildly and threw the javelins in their hands, one after another, tens of thousands of javelins, falling towards the arena. Like black clouds, countless javelins falling from the sky almost enveloped the entire arena. The poor gladiators didn't know where to hide. They could only scream and be nailed by javelins one after another. on the ground. One hundred gladiators were already dead, but the javelins in the hands of the llamas had not yet been thrown. The javelins continued to fall into the arena. The corpses of the gladiators were not just javelins. , often a few, a dozen, or even dozens. Princess Mary couldn't stand it anymore. If she hadn't hoped to find the gladiator who saved herself and her father here, she would have made excuses to leave.
She was silently praying for that person in her heart.
God, if you really exist, if you are merciful, please bless him, he he must not have anything happen to him.
Blood soaked the arena. In order to clean up the corpses and javelins, hundreds of vicu?a soldiers were busy for more than an hour. Then the arena was covered with three layers of coarse sand, so that the arena could continue. use.
This massacre-like mass performance is finally over, and what follows will be an even more thrilling one-on-one fight!
A llama soldier sent a roster to Mark's box, and he would name the first pair of gladiators to fight.
Mark took the roster, flipped it through, and randomly selected two names.
The bridge door opened, and two gladiators came out excitedly, one was a Golu man and the other was a Japanese man.
This one-on-one fight is different from the collective massacre just now. Their chance of victory is 50%.
If you perform well and win the favor of the audience present, you can not only save your life, but also have a great chance of being freed.
In this contest, they could choose the weapons they were good at. The Golu people chose fishing nets and steel forks, while the Japanese chose small bucklers and daggers.
Fishing nets and steel forks are very difficult weapons to deal with. Once covered by a fishing net, it is difficult to escape, and in the end you can only die under the steel fork.
Since the opponent has chosen these two weapons, it would be a fool to choose a long weapon.
So the Japanese chose the short sword. As long as he had a chance to get close to his opponent in the battle, the Golu's fishing nets and steel forks became useless and could only be slaughtered by him.
Choosing a small buckler is so that it does not obstruct your line of sight and makes it easier for you to avoid the fishing nets spread by your opponents at any time.
After both of them selected their weapons, the fight officially began.
The Golu people are very smart. He understands the opponent's intention of choosing a dagger and a small buckler, and knows that once the net he casts cannot catch the opponent, he will become passive.
In the arena, this would probably cost him his life, so he did not rush to attack, but spread his legs, danced with a funny expression, and sang a song in half-baked Llama language.
I'm not a fisherman I'm not a fisherman I'm a performer in the arena My net is my weapon, my everything My enemy, don't tremble Why are you hiding behind your shield, attacking like a clown, attacking me, The llama people on my clown stage suddenly laughed and cheered for the Golu people.
"Open your net quickly, Golu boy, your enemy is right in front of you."
"Kill him and give you freedom!"
"Hey, I hope your fishing net skills are better than your singing skills."
Seeing that the audience was on his side, the Golu man couldn't help but feel even more proud, and continued to sing: I want to net my fish, that is you, the clown, you, this fish out of the water, will tremble under my steel fork At this point, he suddenly shook out his fishing net, which immediately opened wide and covered the Japanese.
The Japanese stared closely at the fishing net that was covering them. Just when the fishing net was about to fall, they suddenly rolled on the ground, rubbed the side of the fishing net, rolled out of the coverage area, and rolled towards the Golu people. The sword struck the Golu man's right leg.
The Golu people thought that they could definitely capture the Japanese, so they couldn't help but relax their vigilance. This sudden change occurred, and they only took half a step back in a hurry, but their feet were wounded by the sword of the Japanese, and blood suddenly surged. And out.
When he retreated in a panic, he had to abandon his fishing net, drag his injured foot and escape to the side, and endured the pain and continued singing:
I am a heroic Golu. How can I be afraid of you kissing my feet? That just allows me to dance with one foot. A humble Jite, you hurt my right foot, but I still have my left foot and can still continue to dance alone. Already knowing that he will lose, he is now desperately trying to please the audience, hoping to save his own life.
Listening to his song, the Luoma people laughed crazily and shouted one after another: "Rite people, can't you beat a lame man?"
The Japanese were not in a hurry to attack, but chased the Golu people and ran all over the field.
Gradually, the Golu man could no longer run, and his injured foot consumed too much energy.
The Japanese finally launched the final blow, roared, and caught up with the Golu in a few steps.
The Golu people were so busy that they couldn't think carefully and stretched out their hands to throw the steel fork at the Japanese people.
The Japanese raised his left arm and used the small buckler on his left arm to knock the steel fork away. He rushed in front of the Golu and kicked him over. He pointed his dagger at his heart, but nothing happened. Instead of stabbing down, he raised his head and looked at the audience.
The Golu people also looked at the audience with panic eyes.
According to the practice, the Roma on the stands will decide his destiny. He didn't know if his previous efforts had any effect. Would these llama bastards leave him alive?
Nearly 100,000 Llama spectators quickly made their decision. More than 70,000 people stretched out their right hands and pointed their thumbs to the ground, indicating that they wanted the Golu people to die.
There were only more than 20,000 well-meaning Llama people with their thumbs raised. They wanted to save the lives of the Golu people.
The Rit man shook his head and pierced the Golu man's heart with his dagger. He did not look at the Llama man in the stands, nor did he stay to ask for freedom, but went back to the bridge hole.
Although the battle has ended, the Luoma people are still excitedly discussing the battle just now, and at the same time guessing whether the next game will be more exciting. This time it was Old Seppi's turn to choose the gladiator to play. His family has a longer history than the Julian family, and is a pure Umbrian. Unlike the Julian family, which has part of the Etruscan ancestry. , which puts him higher than Julian in the Llama Empire. The people he chose turned out to be Xiaosheng and Mengtai.
When they heard the camel soldiers shouting their names, Xiaosheng and Mengtai could hardly believe their ears. Why was it such a coincidence that they actually had to fight against their good friends?
Although reluctant, the two of them could only walk out of the bridge hole and choose their own weapons respectively. Xiaosheng chose a long sword, and Mengtai, like the Japanese man just now, also chose a short sword and a small buckler.
When the llama soldier supervising them announced the start, the two shook the weapons in their hands, but neither moved.
There was an uproar in the stands.
How could these proud Llama people endure such teasing? There were shouts and curses.
A Llama officer waved his arm, and a dozen soldiers with spears immediately ran over and surrounded Xiaosheng and Mengtai. It seemed that if they didn't start fighting, these soldiers would kill them without hesitation.
Mengtai winked at Xiaosheng, shouted loudly, and rushed forward waving his sword and shield.
Xiaosheng immediately understood and raised his sword to meet each other. The two of them were fighting "ping ping ping pong" together. For a moment, the sword wind roared and the shield shadows were like mountains, making it indistinguishable.
Both of them were deliberately making a show, and they fought for nearly half an hour, but it was still difficult to tell the winner.
According to the rules of the Llama Arena, if the gladiators cannot tell the winner within half a Llama hour, they will be judged as cheating, and both gladiators will be killed.
Seeing that the time is approaching, Xiaosheng has not yet come up with a good idea.
He is unwilling to kill Mengtai, and of course he is not willing to die in this world in the picture. However, his recovery of skills is limited, and he has no ability to take Mengtai out with him.
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Meng Tai had already made a plan. Taking advantage of Xiaosheng's distraction, he deliberately used a flaw and tilted the shield in his hand, closing his eyes at the same time.
Good brother, come on. Xiaosheng suddenly realized that something was wrong and quickly stopped his strength. The long sword just stopped on Mengtai's chest.
Seeing the wonderful fight between the two and Xiaosheng winning so beautifully, the Luoma people in the stands immediately cheered loudly and shouted: "Kill him, kill him!" They all extended their thumbs downwards. Xiaosheng dumbfoundedLooking at Meng Tai, my stupid brother, you can kill me this time. Montague whispered: "Kill me quickly, otherwise you will receive the severest punishment. Do it quickly. My mother and sister are begging you."
Xiaosheng smiled slightly and dropped the long sword in his hand to the ground without thinking.
There was chaos in the stands. The Llama people could never imagine that this gladiator would be so bold and dare to openly challenge the rules and resist their referees.
Furious, they all demanded the death of the two gladiators.
"It's him!"
Xiaosheng¡¯s actions caught Princess Mary¡¯s attention. She had never seen such a gladiator. Facing the impending death, he still remained calm.
"I remember those eyes, Father, it was he who saved us at the Empire State Plaza!"
"How could it be him?" Mark Anthony smiled bitterly: "I can't believe that we will see him again under such circumstances" <Note> A llama clock is equivalent to sixty minutes.
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