"Anko Molida means possible, and Dorvaja Dean means fearless." Lying on the haystack in the prison, Todd recited the Hindi that Rachel taught him in a low voice.
A guard of the arena passed by the door of the cell, his eyes looking in other directions, his legs like the wind, without stopping at all.
Todd glanced outside the door and returned his attention.
The biggest change that his victory over the Skinner brought to him was that the entire arena looked at him with fear in their eyes.
Thinking of tomorrow's battle, Todd sneered and smashed the stone in his hand.
It's a shame that those reckless guys could come up with one such bad idea out of ten.
Sitting up, Todd looked at the ceiling and thought carefully. It would not be difficult to win the duel tomorrow, but how to conceal one's own strength would be the most troublesome.
Just as he was considering the strength of his performance and the positioning of the stage, a small sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor, which attracted his attention.
This step does not belong to a guard, nor does it look like a soldier.
An arena clerk respectfully led a man in black to the door of the cell.
Todd frowned and looked at the two people at the door, waiting for each other's movements.
The man in black pointed to the iron lock on the door and spoke to the staff in Hindi.
To Todd's surprise, what sounded was a clear and sweet female voice.
The clerk shook his head desperately and retorted in a low voice.
The woman in black slapped the cell door vigorously with her hand, faced the other party, and repeated what she just said, but her voice was raised by three points.
The latter was so frightened that he quickly made a gesture of silence. After looking at no one around him, he took out the key from his arms and opened the cell door.
Watching the woman in black enter the cell and stand in front of him, Todd, who couldn't understand Hindi and didn't know the identity of the woman, simply put on a straight face and put on an indifferent expression.
The visitor lifted his hood and revealed his true appearance.
Todd was shocked and secretly praised: What a beautiful woman.
It is hard to imagine that in the bitter cold land of the north, there would be such a beautiful woman. Her facial features are like an oil painting, and there is no trace of blemishes. Her skin is like milk, delicate but full of luster.
The woman looked into Todd's eyes and said something eagerly.
Todd, who was completely confused, remained silent, his expression as cold as ice.
The woman grabbed the other person's hand, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice was a little choked.
Todd's heart moved, and he wanted to break free from the other party's hand. But he knew that if he showed any inappropriate emotion at this time, his previous efforts would be in vain. At the moment, the only way to fool him was to pretend to be indifferent.
After talking for a while, the woman found that the other party was completely unmoved, and the tears in her eyes were like bursting from a dam, flowing down.
The voice slowly dropped, the woman stood on tiptoes, kissed Todd gently on the cheek, put down her hood, and exited the cell.
Just like that, Todd watched her come quietly, and then watched her go. What was left, apart from the sweet body fragrance in the air and the faint warmth on her cheeks, was the client's doubts and expression.
Confused.
Watching gladiatorial games was as important to Ulster people as eating and sleeping.
Although this group of subjects of the northern kingdom claims to be different from the tribes in the southern region, they still have barbaric and war-loving blood flowing in their bones.
Everyone in the kingdom, regardless of age or gender, has their own favorite gladiators. Some well-known warriors even have their own support groups and followers.
Therefore, when the news of the defeat of the Skinner was like a spring breeze blowing across the river bank, it blew through every corner of the Kingdom of Ulster. People competed to talk about the grand gladiatorial event that day. After exaggerating the praise, they also let everyone see
Here comes a rising star in wrestling.
However, the good times did not last long.
When the notice for Todd's second gladiatorial battle was posted, any Ulsterman with any sense of intelligence was filled with anger and shock.
Let a gladiator face ten opponents. This is not a gladiator at all, it is a murder!
Smart people soon began to speculate on the king's role behind this incident. Some people approached the nobles of the kingdom, hoping to put pressure on the royal family to curb this unfair gladiatorial arrangement.
But in fact, this matter really wronged the King of Ulster. The idea of one pair of ten had nothing to do with him at all. On the contrary, Conchieber was very satisfied with Todd's performance in the first battle.
, even a little bit of appreciation.
Although the king wanted this traitor to pay the price of death, he definitely did not do it in this stupid way.
Therefore, when the king saw the notice of the second gladiatorial battle, his first reaction was disbelief, and then he was furious.
Execution of a traitor in public is an honorable thing, but the despicable method of strangling a soldier in a siege by many people completely goes against the traditions of the Northern Kingdom. And, to a certain extent, it is also
Damaged the king's reputation.
However, the done thing is done.
The fighting notice has been posted, and it is unrealistic to take it back.
Considering that the voices of protest in the kingdom were getting louder and louder, Conchieber ordered his confidant Fergal to rush to the Red Circle Arena with a set of high-quality armor and a sword made by a famous master.
He handed it over to Boyle and told him face to face that if he could win this gladiatorial battle, his guilt would be reduced and the death penalty would be changed to slavery.
In the Kingdom of Ulster, the major penalties vary according to the crime. Death penalty is the most serious, followed by slavery, then exile, then hard labor, shackles, flogging, binding, etc.
This action was enough of a show, and it also showed their attitude, and finally made the people of the kingdom calm down a little.
Soon, the time came to the day of the second battle.
Before the battle even started, the entire Red Circle was already 70% full with spectators coming from the kingdom and neighboring countries.
However, what was different from the first time was that most of the people who came to watch last time wanted to see how the traitor Boyle died tragically. This time, the audience wanted to see a wonderful gladiatorial fight.
Conchieber sat on the high viewing platform, looking at the arena below, and asked Fergal next to him: "In your opinion, what are his chances of winning?"
The latter thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "I heard that the conditions offered to the ten gladiators were that whoever could get Boyle's head would be free. Moreover, the weapons of these ten opponents
They are all different, with a clear division of labor, and they have rich experience in teamwork in previous battles.”
"So, you mean, that guy is dead?"
When Conchieber saw Fergal shrugging, he laughed and said, "You and I have different opinions. The outcome of this fight may bring me a surprise."
In the audience, two men, one old and one young, were sitting in the front row, talking quietly.
"Father, can a warrior really defeat ten opponents without reinforcements?"
After hearing the young man's question, the older man said: "This kind of question itself is meaningless. If you really want to seek an answer, then listen up. In a one-to-many battle, bravery will no longer be the main source of advantage.
, wisdom is the key to victory.”
The young man nodded in understanding.
The older man patted his back and said with a smile: "Look carefully at this battle. Since this Boyle can defeat the Skinner, he must have something special about him."
Ten meters away from the father and son in the back row, Rachel was sitting in the corner, eating fried pine nuts boredly, being basked in the autumn sun and letting out a long yawn. To her right,
Seven or eight seats away, a woman in black crossed her fingers and silently prayed to the arena.
With a bell ringing, the gladiator gate slowly rose.
Ten fully armed gladiators entered the venue one after another. They held a variety of weapons in their hands and stood in different positions according to their occupations.
Opposite them, a warrior holding a sword and shield walked into the arena with slow and steady steps.
The audience suddenly burst into cheers and cheers.
Todd raised the palm holding the shield and placed it in front of his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight. He looked at the ten opponents opposite with a smile on his face.