As if to bid farewell to the last day of the Thunderstorm Month, more like a mockery of the gods. The clouds accumulated thicker and thicker in the sky, and finally a drizzle began to fall.
Even the poor can afford the price of a silver coin, so today the Cisse Arena is full of people, everyone hopes to witness the birth of a strong man with their own eyes.
Once a month, rain or shine, this is a thousand-year-old tradition of the Sebastian family, and it is also a monthly killing in High Court.
Low-quality ale is in short supply, and hawkers roam around selling food. Roses are flying in the air, and quarrels and fights are endless.
However, in the underground prison, all the gladiators were humming the song of freedom at this time, with low voices and long melody.
"The oath of blood and sand is unbreakable, and the rusty sword never stops;"
"The lowly body cannot hold the holy soul, and the anger in the heart ignites the Hall of Valor;"
"Continue to advance on the bones of our companions, and the enemy's throat will make another sound;"
"Freedom is the beating heart, hope lies only between victory and defeat;"
"After he is victorious, the real warrior will bathe in the sunshine, and the horse under him will gallop into the distance;"
"Yo ho ho, yo ho ho, run into the distance with everyone's will;"
"Yo ho ho, yo ho ho, the gladiator's blood never cools down!"
The scarred palm hit the iron railing, and the dirty bandage flew up and down on the calf. The wound burst again due to the blood flow, and stars flashed in the gray pupils.
There was no compliment, no parting words, no unwillingness or humility. All the gladiators sang the song of freedom just to say goodbye to their partners.
Davao, the gladiator, great swordsman, and master of the fish-bone giant sword who won the "Sword of Freedom". He once went to Ogu City alone and destroyed the barrier of the Mage Tower.
However, he did not leave just yet. He still stood in the arena every month. He continued to kill his opponents like a wild beast, and his sword penetrated each of his companions.
No one knew why he acted like this, until everyone remembered that ancient legend, that bloody curse.
In the battle to comfort the soul, the warrior holding the "Sword of Freedom" will kill a hundred of his companions, thereby breaking off the shackles all over his body, leaving no trace of them behind.
Today is the 100th gladiatorial performance in Davao. As long as he can win, he will leave here. From now on, every corner of the world is his home.
A figure walked out of the deepest part of the prison. The man kept echoing the "Song of Freedom" in his mouth, and the giant fishbone sword behind him shone with cold light.
Standing inside the iron gate, he stroked the surrounding walls, like a husband holding his dying wife. Maybe this is the end, maybe he shouldn't accept the "sword of freedom".
However, this thought was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Davo closed his eyes, resentful of Sebastian's ridicule, and helpless about the farce that was about to take place.
He was wearing a loose hooded robe and was nearly two meters tall. A foul smell spewed out from his mouth, and the accompanying guards did not dare to approach.
"Long time no see. I heard that you are leaving today." The weirdo's common language is extremely unskilled, comparable to that of a baby in the learning stage.
"If I have the chance, I will go to the Golden Plains and kill the reptile named Gonzalez with my own hands." Davo replied softly.
The air stagnated due to these words, but was dispersed by laughter. The weirdo laughed, and even the fighting spirit in his body was boiling.
"This is my wish. I don't need you to realize it. Fight! Strong human!" The weirdo kept hitting the iron gate until it was broken.
The audience's emotions were ignited by this appearance, but Sebastian in the main stand narrowed his eyes. The final battle was announced, but the person involved did not make any move.
"Richelieu, I don't want to kill you because you care about freedom as much as I do." Davo said expressionlessly.
"Hold your sword tightly, this is the only parting gift I can give!" Richelieu, the half-dragon warrior, shouted loudly, and then the steel fork in his hand arced.
The so-called mutual sympathy is not the strong wine in the cup, nor the bowed heads, nor those illusory agreements. The two did not use any defensive means, and poured all their fighting spirit into the weapons.
In the flash of lightning, the figure of the half-dragon Richelieu appeared and disappeared. Although he is a warrior, he has a speed that is not inferior to that of a killer.
The steel fork in his hand waved out a series of afterimages, and with the sound of violent thunder, it rushed towards the person on the opposite side like a thunder beast.
Blood continued to spurt out, and the skin was split inch by inch. Davo still did not resist at all, and did not even move at all from beginning to end.
Pain is the wisest teacher. It makes people understand what courage is and what friendship is. The pale bones are exposed and the beating heart flickers in and out.
The attack, which seemed like a sudden storm, came to an abrupt end, and the figure of the half-dragon Richelieu appeared again, but his eyes were full of anger.
Seeing this, Dawo slowly raised his right hand and took off his giant fish-bone sword from his back. There was silence in the arena, and a huge vortex of fighting spirit rose into the sky.
"Richelieu, my opponent, my partner, I will kill you with my own hands today, may your soul rest in peace! Piranha Sting!"
With the final sound that followed, Davo's giant fish-bone sword burst out with dazzling light, and piranhas with sharp blades appeared out of thin air.
I saw these phantom bodies condensed from fighting spirit floating in the air, swarming towards Richelieu not far away in an instant. A huge roar resounded through the sky, and everyone's eyes were lost in the dust.
Under such a powerful penetrating blow, even the half-dragon's scales were unstoppable. Blood spurted out uncontrollably, but Richelieu's body did not fall to the ground.
"Why are you doing this? Death has no meaning." Dawo said softly.
"Hehehehe, we half-dragons are cursed creatures. Remember your words and travel throughout the world!" Richelieu closed his eyes, no longer alive.
The "Yum Victorious Warrior" appeared, and the audience's praises were endless, and the girls' admiration was undisguised. Dawo took out a small wooden sword from his waist, which was engraved with sacred texts.
Holding the "Sword of Freedom" high, Davo finally didn't look at Sebastian again, nor did he take any notice. The tall horse bolted out of the city gate and disappeared immediately.
The flames burned fiercely in the arena, and the body of the half-dragon Richelieu finally turned into white ash. It was mixed with the surrounding gravel and accompanied by countless ancestors.
"How strong is this person?" the man sitting in the corner asked softly.
"You can win a battle, but you can't surrender." Another voice slowly replied after thinking for a moment.
The brocade robe embroidered with the two-headed dragon pattern disappeared into the arena, and the person walking with it carried a giant scythe behind him.
Seeing this, Sebastian finally let out a long sigh. Then he returned to his usual appearance, drinking ale and talking wildly.
The guards all turned their heads and turned a blind eye, for fear of offending the master of the arena. But no one saw his eyes, always looking into the distance, looking at the direction in which Davo was leaving.
As night fell, Sebastian sat alone in the center of the arena. The half-dragon corpse beside him had long since cooled down, and the noisy sounds no longer appeared.
"It's okay to go shopping, at least don't be stuck here all your life like me, my lovely child." Sebastian laughed, then stood up and left.