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The arena is meant to entertain the public, and it can play all other roles, so why not do it.
The long sword was unsheathed and the sharp blade pointed toward the sky. Ji Si's roar overwhelmed everyone.
"Everyone, be silent!!!"
When the auditorium became quiet again, Ji Si took back her sword and said loudly.
"I declare! The glorious battle begins now!!!"
Amidst the boiling cheers, Ji Si sat back in the position behind the lord, and the steel gate controlled by chains and gears was slowly pulled up. Two strong Freljordians wearing only simple cloth clothes
Encouraged by the spear of the Black Iron Guard with a complicated look on his face, he walked into the large arena. The steel gate fell quickly, cutting off the two men's escape.
Copper speakers connected to brass tubes were distributed in every corner of the arena, emitting a somewhat distorted sound.
Obviously the brass channel piping needs to be optimized.
"Oh oh oh~ They are warriors from Freljord, resolute and powerful!
Let me give you a brief introduction? The gladiator at exit 1 is Peglis, and the gladiator at exit 2 is Patrick. Since this is his first time fighting, more information is still unknown!
Let us wait and see who wins this battle between life and death!"
The somewhat flat sound from the brass horn disappeared, but the two Freljord prisoners still did not move, which made the audience a little dissatisfied. The commentator behind the scenes had to put his mouth to the mouth of the horn again to ease the situation.
Inner dissatisfaction and restlessness.
"It seems that our Freljord gladiators haven't adapted to the environment here... After all, this is the first time. Please give our warriors three minutes. After three minutes, the life and death of these two people, hehe, it will definitely happen.
There is a clear outcome..."
Counting the time, the crossbowmen holding crossbows raised their killing weapons. If there was no action within three minutes, they would shoot all living creatures in the field without hesitation.
Xina, who looked a little haggard and had thick dark circles under her eyes, pulled the man's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
"Brother Lester, will you really let go of a criminal who has won ten games in a row?"
Lester knew that something unusual happened to the angel sisters and their father at the same time last night. He had planned to take the sisters to a small villa at the foot of the northwest mountain in Emerald Territory for a while after the end of the day, waiting for the handle to fall from the sky.
the flaming sword,
Regarding Hina's question, the man at this moment had to put down his worries, took the black-haired girl's hand, and squeezed it gently.
"Xina, the criminals who can be let go must be valuable criminals worth letting go, because such people can exert greater value while alive.
Every gladiator's enemy is arranged by ourselves. It's easy to make an annoying person die, just arrange an enemy that he can never defeat. Even if necessary, we can personally leave the game from the referee's seat. He ended his life before playing,
So this seems fair, but in fact it is very unfair, because it is up to us to decide whether it is fair or not. When fairness is in the hands of a few people, fairness is no longer called fairness, it is called privilege, and privileges are owned by those in power. In fact, the essence of the law is just something used by those in power to restrain most ordinary people. For the privileged class, the role of the law is very small, and there are many loopholes that can be exploited."
Pointing to the high platform at his feet, Lester turned to look at Misha who was hanging her head on the other side. The man gently touched the girl's head, causing the girl to raise her pretty face, which was a little dazed, and looked at it in confusion. To your own side.
For the two haggard sisters, it would be an absolute lie to say that Lester didn't feel sorry for them. Unfortunately, he couldn't give much comfort.
Sighing, the man turned around. Under his feet were tens of thousands of spectators, as well as two Freljordians who began to stretch their muscles.
"Being able to legally control the life and death of others while also making others speechless and willing to obey the results without being able to resist is called privilege. Many times, privilege is hidden behind the scenes and ordinary people cannot see it at all. They They can only see what we want them to see, just like they can only live in the environment we arranged for them.
The law has always served the privileged class. My girls, it’s time for you to grow up.
All the rules I have established, including the Emerald Territory, are just to obtain the supreme privilege. In this world, there is always someone who needs to control the supreme power. In order to avoid being abused by some fools, it is better to take control of it personally. The sword of power can transform the world into what you like and make your life more comfortable."
Taking Misha's hand, Lester withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the gladiator who had already decided to fight for life and death.
In order to survive, many people even killed their close relatives, let alone just a fellow traveler.
The initial hesitation was just to let the other party make the first move and to find a safe excuse for him to kill his companions.
The blood tank of the iron sword spurted dark red blood, and the body fell heavily.
"Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!"
The bloody show has ended, and cheers resound through the sky, giving vain glory and praise to the winner. The body of the deceased gradually becomes cold, lying on the ground, no one cares about it.
The man stood up and pulled two beautiful girls, one purple and one white, wearing aristocratic dresses to stand up as well, as if cheering for the winner.
Seeing the Demon Faced Lord, he also stood up. Everyone present stood up at the same time, waving their arms, clapping their hands, shouting wildly, and cheering for the first shocking battle.
Amidst the deafening sound, only the two girls knew that the man only had them in his eyes at this moment.
The two Freljord gladiators who tried their best to fight for their lives off the field could not stay in the man's eyes for more than two seconds.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Misha, Xina, you are the pearls of the Emerald Territory, my favorite treasure. Under my blessing, the entire Emerald Territory revolves around you, but
You must also have correct thoughts for action. I hope you can become the sword and shield that extends my will and become the guardian of the order of the Emerald Territory. Even if I am not here, you can protect this land and use your own thoughts to play a privileged role.
, expel all invaders and despicable people, and let the selfish scum that corrode the decaying Emerald Territory disappear.
Although exclusive rights mean unfairness, as long as the user of the sword of power is wise and kind enough, it will be the most perfect fairness and justice. Rights themselves do not distinguish between good and bad. What distinguishes good from bad is people and their upright hearts.
Just like where we are sitting now, there are more than 30,000 people present, who would think that we are not worthy of sitting here?"
After the two girls absorbed his words, Lester asked softly.
"So, Misha, Xina, let me ask you, are you willing to exercise your rights as the guardian of the Emerald Territory, as my sword, as my shield, and guard the order here?"
Although they were clearly in the hustle and bustle, the two girls felt that they were in a dark corridor at this moment, being pulled forward in an unknown direction by the man they trusted.
The whisper in my ear went against my long-standing philosophy, but after thinking about it, I found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
Absolute justice is not justice, and forgiveness of sins cannot save a fallen soul.
My own philosophy seems to have been one-sided from the beginning, so what if I violate it now?
Instead of putting your efforts on rigid dogmas and beliefs, you should use actions to protect your most important things.
Recalling the etiquette of ancient courtiers' allegiance to the emperor taught by Teacher Trisly, the two girls looked at each other and at the same time bent down and knelt down, curtsying.
On the arena, Patrick looked at his companion in a daze, whose chest was pierced by his own sword. In the eyes of his companion's blessing, he knelt down on the ground blankly, and lowered his depressed face in front of the dagger held by his companion in vain.
The moment Peglis deflected the sword, he understood that he was a complete loser and a despicable person.
But Leicester, who has obtained the allegiance of the angels, does not realize that it is easy to misunderstand people's hearts when you are aloof. chapter
