The dense handwriting on the papyrus paper records the historical battle of the tiger warrior named Bai Feng.
Although due to the limited space of this piece of papyrus, the details of these battles were not written, but just by looking at the names of the opponents, the young man knew that these battles were by no means simple.
The Tatars are barbarians living in the northwest prairie. As a people on horseback, they have learned to ride and shoot since they were young, and they are also a very warlike people. Although the Tatars were once glorious in the golden age of the orc army.
The Horde was destroyed, but there are still many Tatars who want to regain their country after losing their homeland, and they have not given up even now.
The displaced Tatar warriors have become frequent visitors to mercenary groups from various countries. They still inherit the traditions of their nation and are meticulous in martial arts.
That tiger warrior Bai Feng was able to defeat twelve Tatars, which is enough to show how powerful she is.
Looking at her other battles, large and small, we can see that Bai Feng is also constantly growing. Her strength is tempered and sublimated in battles, and the opponents she challenges become more and more powerful.
[Like a gluttonous ghoul, she uses the corpses of losers as nourishment. The more nourishment she obtains, the stronger she becomes. 】
The young man saw a fresh handwriting at the end of the papyrus. He had seen similar handwriting on the "Dark Magic Book". He knew that the "Dark Magic Book" in his hand was not actually the original, but a subsequent rubbing copied by someone.
.
After all, the history of the "Dark Magic Book" should not be as simple as one or two thousand years, and ordinary paper books can be preserved for two to three hundred years, which is very good. And when he was flipping through the "Dark Magic Book" in his hand,
You can also smell the fragrance of ink, the handwriting with slight changes is not printed, and there are traces of alteration on some paragraphs, which shows that someone copied it word for word.
So who actually wrote these?
[So kid, after you come on stage, squat down with your head in your hands and let her beat her up, breaking a few bones at most. I will allow you to nurse her for two days and then come back to my place to continue working.]
"Tsk, this high elf."
Mayena's message made the boy feel depressed. He tore out the paragraphs of the message and threw them in the corner of the room.
I was looked down upon again...
The young man sighed and placed the candle on the candlestick at his feet. Then he put the papyrus back into the pages of the book and clipped it as a bookmark.
But what Mayena said is indeed true. There is indeed a huge gap between the opponent's strength this time and her current self. In addition, this game is not a life and death situation.
"Can you give me a casual beating first, and then just admit defeat before being beaten unconscious...?"
This is a very safe method. He is not a strong person who likes to win. It would be good if he could survive in the big arena.
But we still have to go into the ring to know what will happen.
"Well, forget it, we'll talk about it later."
If there is really an insurmountable gap between your opponent and yourself, then there is no use sharpening your sword now.
Maybe you can go to bed early today?
The young man thought this, and actually did so. He put the two books back into the bag, picked up the candlestick on the ground, and walked towards his hard bed.
After blowing out the candles, I still felt a little uncomfortable lying on the cold and hard hard bed. Due to the cold wave, the temperature at night was much lower than before, so the boy put the coat given by Mayena on the light quilt.
It got a little warmer now.
Although his injuries have basically recovered after some luck, it is still important to have a good sleep.
Except for the significant improvement in his strength when he first read the "Dark Magic Sutra", no matter how much he practiced meditation afterwards, he could not increase his fighting spirit much. In the same way, going to the training ground to exercise his body now would also You can't turn yourself into a bodybuilder overnight.
Anyway, sharpening your sword before the battle won't do much, so it's better to take a good rest to regain your energy.
The young man closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.
Not long after he turned off the lights and lay down, the noise from the nearby houses came back to his mind. Because he was now in a state of distraction, the young man's hearing became extremely sharp.
In the neighbor's house, he could also clearly hear the men's breathing, women's moans and some explicit words.
The prostitutes at the Tieyu City Prostitute Hall not only do business for customers from outside the city, but also for slaves and ordinary residents in the city. After all, no one can live with money.
Most of the people who lived near the boy had something to do with the fighting arena. What else could the steel coins that the gladiators earned from daily fighting be used to buy wine and women?
"I'll take a nap!"
The young man frowned, struggled for a while, and finally opened his eyes.
Although the young man thought that his concentration was pretty good, his body had already entered puberty and was still a little sensitive to this kind of stimulation.
The reason behind this, uh... I think everyone understands it, right?
Now it would be wrong for him to go out and complain to the neighbor that he is disturbing the people. The other party is doing something important, and if he bothers the neighbor, he will look like a lunatic.
"Damn it, I'd better get out of here."
The young man patted his cheek and cleared away the indecent images that popped into his mind. Not only did the mud house here leak air and sound, but the originally independent space also became less independent.
I kind of regretted not spending the night in old Woz's medical room. It turned out that he would be so exhausted from a day's heavy training that he would fall asleep on the bed, so he didn't really care about these things.
Now that I am free due to injury, this little thing has become a problem.
Old Woz's medical room will lock the door at night. At this time, old Woz is already at home, and it will definitely not work for him to go to the medical room.
"Go to the training ground and find a soft mattress to sleep on for the night..."
The young man murmured to himself, while his hands touched the clothes he had just taken off.
Although there are some mosquitoes over there at the training ground, the situation in his house is similar, and he can still exercise a little by the way.
The young man who made up his mind put on his clothes, hid the bag with the two exercises under the bed, picked up the nameless dagger and the money bag, and went out.
The underground training ground of the Colosseum is a place for warriors to conduct daily training. There are three larger training grounds. Except for one of these three training grounds, it is used by Iron Feather City guards. Used by gladiators.
Of course, this does not mean that the treatment of the Iron Feather City guards is not as good as that of the gladiators. In fact, in addition to the underground training ground in the large arena, all the training schools on the ground are for the Iron Feather City guards to use. The training ground is much more than the one hundred and eighty gladiators.
The training equipment in large training grounds is generally complete. In addition to multiple straw dolls and archery targets, there are also several weapon racks for various types of unedged weapons.
However, they cannot be used or taken away at will. These props will be counted by the management of the training ground the next day. If a daredevil causes these items to be lost or damaged and is discovered, he will be arrested.
Hold accountable.
In addition to these public training grounds, it is said that there are also some private training grounds underneath the Arena, specially designed for some special people.
"It's so late, is anyone still exercising?"
Since there were almost no lights in the corridor, the boy held a candlestick and groped his way to the nearby training ground.
It is already ten o'clock in the evening. People in this world usually go to bed around nine to ten o'clock and get up around five to six o'clock.
Tieyu City is no exception. No matter how hard they work, warriors can only stay at the training ground for eight hours at most, and they have to let their tired muscles rest.
Just like meditating and practicing Qi, increasing physical strength through physical exercise is a long-term accumulation process.
No matter how much you practice in a day, you cannot exceed the limit of improvement that your muscles can withstand on that day, and if you exercise too hard, you will risk injury. In this way, your physical strength will not increase, but will decrease, and you will suffer from it later.
You have to spend time and energy to heal.
Therefore, if you want to become stronger in this world, you must train hard and accumulate slowly... At least this is true for the current teenager. He really wants to reach the sky in one step, but there are thousands of people in front of him.
On the ten-thousand-level ladder to the sky, he could see no other way out except to climb up step by step.
At this time, most people in Iron Feather City have gone to bed and are asleep, and the gladiators are no exception.
But the lights at the training ground were indeed on, and the boy was curious about who had the energy to exercise muscles late at night.
There was no one at the guard post at the entrance of the training ground, and just in time to avoid being nagged, the young man quickened his pace and walked into the training ground. He found a familiar bald man in the middle of the training ground holding a machete and waving it continuously next to the straw dummy.
Cutting.
Seeing the strong man holding a knife and gasping for air at the dummy, thinking that the opponent's training must have come to an end, the young man walked over from the gate and greeted him:
"Bronard? It's so late, are you still here?"
This strong man is none other than Boronal, the "horned beast"'s younger brother who died in the belly of a wolf.
"Oh? Oh! Little brother, are you still here so late? I'm already planning to go back."
Boronar turned his head when he heard someone calling his name from behind. When he first saw the black-haired boy, he was so exhausted that he was stunned for a while before he remembered that he had dealt with this boy.
"Well, I want to come and train for a while. The injury is almost healed, but my hands are itchy."
Although the real reason is inconvenient to tell, it doesn't hurt. He really wanted to come here and exercise.
"You're going to compete the day after tomorrow, right? Are the injuries that Brother Horned Beast gave you healed?"
Boronar has long since emerged from the shadow of the Horned Beast's death, and can now speak of his late brother's name calmly.
"It's almost healed, and now it's back to normal."
"Oh? Brother, don't do it too late, I'm going to close the door."
As Boronar spoke, he walked towards the weapon rack with an unedged machete. He had no doubts about the young man wanting to train late at night. After all, for the Gladiators of Iron Feather City, every time a competition approaches, it means
A fight with the God of Death. Although you may not die if you fail, if you don't try your best, it may be your last battle.
"Are you on duty today?"
It was very common in the past for the equipment at the training ground to be sold off, but now the administrators are on duty by the gladiators in turn, and there will be people in charge from Iron Feather City who will regularly check the management of the training ground, which effectively prevents it.
The gladiators were guarding and stealing from each other.
"Yes, do you want me to wait at the door for you to finish?"
"No, I plan to stay here tonight."
Boronar patted his shiny scalp and said:
"Uh, are you trying too hard? Did you bring a quilt? It's very cold here at night, brother."
"Ah...I think there should be no problem."
He forgot to bring the boy. Even though he came here wearing Mayena's woolen jacket, it was really unreliable to sleep in the training ground for one night with this kind of profession.
"Brother, I'll bring you a quilt later. You can practice slowly here."
"Uh, don't worry about it, right? You can just go back and rest."
Boronar smiled heartily and said: "Haha, what's the trouble? I live nearby, and you can reach my home in a few steps."
"Thank you..."
"There's no need to say thank you. Big Brother Horned Beast said before: We are already living in such a bad state in Iron Feather City. If we don't help each other, how can we live like this?"
"I understand, brother."
The young man didn't know much about the dead horned beast, but looking at the way Boronal was so trusting to him, one could imagine that he must be a very charismatic and contagious person, and he felt a little heavy in his heart.
"Then I'll go back first."
After that, Boronar turned around and walked towards the door. Just when he was about to cross the threshold, he patted his head and said:
"By the way, brother, if you are free, can you clean the training ground for me?"
"Okay, no problem, leave it to me."
Since the other party helped him, it was his duty to do something to repay the other party. The young man readily agreed.
After that, Boronar went out, leaving the young man alone in the training ground. After finding his two usual daggers from the weapons rack, he waved them at the dummy holding a sword and shield in front of him.
The dummy is just a basic training object. There is no actual benefit from simply attacking the dummy. The boy is constantly attacking the dummy so that he can quickly find his fighting skills.
The unedged blade cut a series of shallow marks on the straw dummy. At first, the boy's swing speed was average, and the marks on the straw dummy were not obvious. Then the boy continued to speed up his swing, and the strength in his hand also increased.
Getting stronger and stronger, the straw dummy began to sway left and right under more and more frequent attacks, and the simple mechanism inside the dummy began to control the sword and shield to resist under stimulation.
Of course, this simple machine dummy can't perform any complicated resistance movements. At most, it can only let its hands with weapons tied around wander around.
"Tsk!!"
However, the young man seemed to be possessed and kept attacking the shield in the hands of the dummy.
It wasn't until the dummy's left arm holding the shield made a clicking sound that the boy stopped attacking as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The main body of this dummy is made of wood and straw, which is not very strong. If the attack is too strong, the dummy may be damaged. Today, Bronnar is still on duty. If he damages the dummy, it will be very difficult for others.
"Hoo, ho..."
The young man gasped and put away the dagger in his hand.
Originally, he just wanted to fight with the dummy casually and get a feel for it, but maybe because the dummy simulated a warrior holding a sword and shield, he unconsciously put someone's figure into it, and the result was
I got a little carried away.
The soldier that the young man thought of at this moment was not Venacodo, nor Heimer, who risked his life to save him, but an ordinary guard who only lasted a moment from the moment they met to the end.
In the days since he entered Iron Feather City, the young man has been trying to forget him, but he always inevitably sees the shadow of this man on some inexplicable objects.
This is what is called "haunting", right?
Whenever he thinks of this man, the boy will remember the fact that he is actually...a murderer.