Chapter 277 The first gladiatorial fight, Romulo knight, mellow Guderian
In the United Kingdom, a complete town can have no town hall, no public baths, or even taverns, but it must not lack a gladiatorial arena.
For any Krolod male, whether he is a big-eared barbarian, a Behemoth orc, or a half-orc, if he has never set foot on the sandy ground of the gladiatorial arena that is full of blood and life, there is no doubt that
It is the most failed and most shameful existence. From running for consulship and members of the Council of Elders to negotiating the price of onions and garlic in the market, any dispute or dispute can be resolved through fair sword dialogue in the arena.
The winner gains everything, and the loser loses his interests or even his life. Therefore, all year round, the arenas, large or small, are always full of people and very lively. And on some festivals or major anniversaries, Crurod
The rulers of some countries would also arrange grand gladiatorial performances to thank the gods or offer sacrifices. Usually hundreds of slaves or professional gladiators would die in the gladiatorial arena at one time.
Therefore, when he heard that the Werewolf Grand Duke proposed three gladiatorial battles to determine the ownership of 30% of the red copper mine, Moriarty was really not surprised at all. However, he only had two followers with him at the moment, so he would have to personally
Enter the battle. As for Clausewitz and others, because they were born in Wolfgang, it is naturally not convenient for them to stand up and compete with me.
"Okay, let's do it."
After thinking about it, Moriarty agreed to the other party's proposal.
Thirty percent of the copper mine equity is not a small amount, and the stable input of copper ingots is also very important for the subsequent development of Olympus, and it is worth taking a chance.
"Don't worry. There won't be those boring tricks in the gladiatorial battle. For Beamon, the gladiatorial arena is an extremely sacred place, a sacrifice to the God of War." Seeing Moriarty readily agreeing, the Duke also nodded appreciatively.
"I believe in your promise, Your Majesty the Duke."
Then, the group returned to Burris Cottage. On the other side of the manor, there was a quaint small arena. It was about 500 square meters in size, with a black sand floor and tall stone statues at the four corners, which looked solemn and solemn.
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Entering the venue directly, the two sides faced each other from east to west, and struggled for a long time. Margaret actually stood behind Moriarty, which surprised the other orcs present. In response, the Duke's father just smiled and shook his head.
Ronnie glared at Moriarty fiercely.
"Morty, let me take part in the first game!" Guderian, who had been holding back his words, loudly invited the battle.
"Okay. I'll leave it to you. Be careful." Moriarty agreed directly.
Seeing the dwarves "starting" on the opposite side, Duke Midamoah also smiled with interest: "Moradin, the seventh-level earth, is a very good opponent. Ronny. Who do you think we should send to face him?"
"Father, since the opponent is a seventh-level warrior, let Rodit go. Seventh-level vs. seventh-level, it's very fair." The Summer Palace Knight seemed to have a plan in advance, and immediately said in a deep voice.
"Rodit?" The Werewolf Grand Duke looked at his son with a half-smiling look: "Are you a bit bullying?"
"Huh, isn't the dwarf on the other side equipped with rare magic equipment? Rodit's participation in the battle is not out of the ordinary." Ronnie insisted.
"Hey, have we finalized the discussion? It's already early, I want to have lunch soon!" When he saw the Duke and his son chatting "incessantly", Guderian also became a little annoyed, and immediately yelled:
"I don't know what to say!" Seeing the dwarf being so arrogant and provocative, lightning flashed in the eyes of the Summer Palace knight again.
"Forget it, just Rodit, let's give our guests appetizers first." Mitamoya waved his hand without saying anything else.
"Rodit!" Ronnie yelled immediately.
"Yes, Lord Earl." Before he finished speaking, among the guards behind the Duke, a muscular werewolf wearing silver armor and carrying a long knife strode out and knelt down on one knee to the knight of the Summer Palace.
"Go up and kill that dwarf. Remember, don't kill him." Ronnie said coldly.
"yes!"
"What do you mean by 'don't kill me'? Do you think I am made of clay?" On the opposite side, when he heard the almost humiliating declaration of the Summer Palace Knight, Guderian immediately became furious.
"In front of my scimitar, you are nothing!" Standing up, Rodit turned around and gave the dwarf a cold smile.
"Ha, come up and give it a try. Let's see if your skills are as good as your mouth!" Guderian glared at him without giving in.
Looking at his opponent coldly, the werewolf warrior suddenly roared. Immediately, a roar echoed in the distant Elaeagnus arborescens forest. Then, a huge black shadow jumped out from the forest, rushing quickly with the roaring wind.
Towards the arena.
"This is…"
Looking at the incoming object, Moriarty was slightly startled, and saw that it was a warg wearing soft armor. However, unlike the mounts of ordinary wolf cavalry, this warg that was galloping in was not only much larger in stature.
, the lines of the wolf's head are also surprisingly flat, almost like a human face. And its green eyes not only have the ferocious light of a beast, but also the brilliance of some kind of wisdom.
"Is that..."
Moriarty frowned as he suddenly recalled something.
"Rodit is the commander of the 'Rolling Stone Wolf Cavalry Brigade' under my father's command. His current professional level is a seventh-level berserker, but he is still a rare 'Romulo Knight'." At this time, Margaret
The voice sounded softly behind Moriarty.
Sure enough, that warg was not a simple wolf mount, but a beast relative.
The so-called bestiality is a phenomenon of degeneration of offspring that occurs when orcs give birth.
Generally speaking, although the appearance of orcs is close to that of beasts, most of them are still close to human form. Even the more human-like they look, the higher their qualifications are. This is why humans are always proud that they are the mainland.
The reason for the most perfect race. But sometimes, the animal blood in the bodies of orc newborns will be too strong, causing their animal transformation to be too serious, and even degenerate into beasts. And the descendants of such orcs will no longer be called orcs, but instead will be called orcs.
The name of "Beast Friend".
However, it is the product of intelligent creatures after all, so even if it is a degraded beast, it still has intelligence that exceeds that of ordinary beasts. In addition, after transforming into a beast, its body strength, agility and other qualities have been greatly enhanced. It can be said that it is a well-tamed beast.
I also have quite formidable combat power.
But it is another rarer and more powerful fighting combination that really makes the beast-kin famous in the mainland. When a beast-kin and a normal orc are twins, there will be a deep-rooted feeling between the two.
The close affinity of blood. After that, this pair is expected to grow into another ace combat unit of Crurod, the "Romulo Knights". That is, among the twins, the orc is the knight and the beast parent is the mount. A true connection of hearts.
, a seamless combat combination, and the combined combat power of the two is definitely "one plus one is far greater than two."
Fortunately, the chance of a beast-brother having twins with an orc compatriot is not high, so other countries on the mainland are not afraid of the "flooding" of Crurod's Romulo Knights.
But in the blink of an eye, the huge warg had already rushed to the edge of the arena.
As expected of a wise beast relative, the warg was the first to bow his head deeply to Duke Medamoa among the crowd.
When Guderian saw his arrogant opponent suddenly blowing the whistle and calling for help, Guderian was so angry that his face turned green. Didn't that Duke promise just now that he would not make any extra moves and that the fight would be fair, just and open, so why did he suddenly cheat again?
Woolen cloth?
"Hey, let me tell you, why do you still have a 'caller'? Didn't you agree to a one-on-one fight!?" Of course the dwarf was not willing to suffer a loss and started to protest directly.
"Idiot, the wolf cavalry fights on wargs. Don't you even understand this?" Rodit sneered, then turned over and jumped on his brother's back. The beast brother immediately shook his stump.
A strong neck, a provocative growl.
"Your Majesty, a wolf knight can bring a wolf into a fight. If I were a dragon knight, could I just bring a giant dragon to poop for you?" Guderian was still not convinced.
"Oh, of course. If you are really a dragon knight, you can also summon your dragon. I will never back down."
Ignoring the dwarf cowhide, the Romulo knight nodded disdainfully. Not to mention the dragon knight, since the beginning of historical records, there have not even been half a donkey knight among the dwarves. The reason is simply that the dwarves' legs are in the wrong shape.
It's short and can't hold the mount.
"Holy shit, you still don't believe it. Even if I'm not a dragon knight, I'm at least a 'Naga Knight'!" As he said that, Guderian winked at Tchaikov: "Come on, my mount, come up and carry it.
With me..."
However, in response to the dwarf's crazy performance, Naga just whistled and looked up at the sky, thinking that Guderian was farting.
"Well, Moradin, who has come from afar, I will give you another chance. Either you can roll off the arena smoothly, or you can be flattened by me with my scimitar and thrown out. You choose one."
No longer willing to listen to the other party's nagging, Rodit slapped his brother who was sitting down, and the beast-brother's mount immediately jumped onto the arena and stood opposite the dwarf.
"Mellow!?"
As a dwarf, Guderian has always been taboo about certain words, such as "short", "fat", "thick" and so on. Later, even "barrel", "ball" and "dun" became
Words are forbidden, otherwise they will be suspected of being sarcastic, which will directly lead to "retaliatory strikes" from the dwarves, such as spitting or smashing hammers. But now, the Romulo knights openly use the word "mellow" to describe themselves! This is something that in ancient times
It seemed to Derian that the other party was no longer calling for battle, but simply seeking death.
"Have you had breakfast before?" Squeezing the mini battering ram in his hand, the dwarf suddenly smiled kindly and asked.
"Eat." Rodit was confused by the question and answered directly.
"I am full?"
"full."
"That's good. Now that you're full, it's time to hit the road!"
Speaking of this, Guderian's face suddenly turned ferocious, and then he swung a mallet and hit the Romulo Knight hard. (To be continued...)
