In the early morning of the day of the celebration, Todd, who was sleeping on the wooden bed, was awakened by a clanking sound.
After putting on his clothes and getting out of bed, Todd saw the scene of busy construction in the arena.
A group of Ulster soldiers are directing craftsmen and slaves to install fences and wooden walls at several entrances and exits of the arena.
After asking someone, I found out that in order to ensure the security work on the day of the celebration, the royal family temporarily decided to strengthen the protection in the red circle to prevent accidents.
While eating rye cake and sitting on the terrace watching the construction below, Todd noticed a very interesting detail - the direction of these fences and bunkers was not facing outside, but towards the site.
Inside.
Looking at this posture, it doesn't look like it's to guard against external enemies, but rather it looks like it's to prevent attacks from inside the field.
The time came to 8:30 in the morning, and the sound of drum music came from the square outside the arena. The parade passed through the streets, and the laughter of people singing and dancing also followed the wind and spread to the red circle.
Come.
Compared to the bustle outside, the arena was silent. The gladiators exchanged glances with each other, and even their voices were lowered to the point where they were almost inaudible.
Sitting on the stone platform of the training ground, Todd closed his eyes and rested his chin on his knuckles, as if he was an old monk in trance, not moving at all.
Ackerman, holding a piece of straw in his mouth, walked up to Todd and turned his back to him and said: "All the gates of the arena have been sealed, leaving only one main gate for spectators to enter and exit. All stands and stacks
The walls were reinforced with planks and rivets, and the king's viewing platform was even made of iron sheets and stones."
Ackerman glanced at the soldiers and guards patrolling the wall, and spat on the ground: "Damn, they've almost turned this place into a fortress."
Todd sat cross-legged and asked with his eyes closed: "Where is the thing I asked you to inquire about?"
"Oh, yes, speaking of this. Those people in the Northern Faction have not seen Lady Deirdre of Pain for three or four days. According to the accounts of her cronies, Lady Pain did not even take the amulet with her when she left.
Come on, this has never happened before."
Hearing this, Todd slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ackerman and smiled: "It must have taken a lot of effort on your part to get this information, right?"
The latter scratched his head shyly: "A bouquet of flowers, a love poem, three nights...and my waist hurts a bit..."
Todd smiled bitterly and said, "I just hope you still have the strength to complete today's task."
"Boss, don't worry about this." Ackerman patted his chest, looking unconcerned.
The long and loud trumpet sounded, the door of the arena slowly opened, and the admiring spectators poured into the stands like a tidal wave bursting from a dam.
The vigorous gladiatorial craze, the wonderful battle performances, and the Kingdom celebration that had not been held for a long time made this gladiatorial match the most watched in history. Tens of thousands of gladiator enthusiasts from different countries
Come here, speak different languages, have different skin colors, just to have a quick look in the red circle.
Due to the large number of people, the official had to limit the number of people entering the venue.
After nearly 5,000 lucky people entered the stands, the heavy doors were closed, leaving more people noisy and crying outside.
After finally getting all the spectators into the stands, the guards and staff of the arena, while maintaining discipline on the scene, looked towards the high viewing platform, waiting for the arrival of today's real protagonist.
At nine-thirty in the morning, amid a loud drum beat, King Conchieber of Ulster walked onto the viewing platform.
The king, dressed in a red and fashionable formal suit, walked to the railing of the auditorium and waved to the thousands of people in the audience, drawing cheers from the audience.
The royal clerk bowed to the high platform, then walked to the front of the stand and read the king's edict loudly.
"The kind and wise King of Ulster has decreed that today's gladiatorial competition is a grand event for the kingdom. Any gladiator who performs well and is recognized by the audience will be free!"
Amid the screams and discussions of the audience, Conchieber swayed his fat body, walked back to the throne on the auditorium, and looked at the stunning woman beside him: "Queen Maeve, such a huge gladiatorial match, in
The Kingdom of Connaught must be rare, right?”
The woman wearing a light pink gauze gently wiped her nails with freshly picked rose petals, and glanced at Conchieber crossly, looking like she was too lazy to take any notice of him.
This charming glance made half of Conchiebo's body go numb.
Looking at the woman's exquisite and flawless curves, the king swallowed, pulled his clothes down, and bent over without leaving any trace.
With the sound of a bell, the Ulster gladiatorial match officially begins.
As groups of gladiators came on stage to fight, the atmosphere of the entire venue was pushed to a climax again and again.
The gladiators fought brilliantly, and the audience shouted at the top of their lungs. However, one person escaped from the center of the vortex and quietly came to the end of the corridor on the underground floor.
Reaching out to push open this dark and narrow cell, Todd looked around at the surrounding furnishings, straw beds, stone walls, and mud. Everything was the same as when he first arrived here.
Sitting gently on the weeds, Todd looked at the sunlight shining through the tall iron windows, listened to the voices of people echoing in his ears, and stretched his palms toward the ground beside him.
A pale yellow stone with a warm luster slowly rose from the soil and rested in his palm.
Putting the amber stone in his arms, Todd stood up, took one last look at the floor of the cell, and then strode out of the cell door, leaving only his back disappearing in the darkness.
Perhaps due to the impact of the king's personal promise of freedom, the gladiators on stage today are completely without the relaxation and comfort of the past. Everyone is like a devil in the abyss of hell, fighting for a rope hanging from the cliff, like a beast
Fight and die.
A gladiator holding a sharp blade kicked his opponent down, dropped the shield in his hand, shouted, and used all his strength to pierce the weapon into the enemy's abdomen.
Accompanied by the screams of the dying people, blood stained the battlefield between the two, leaving only the screams of the audience.
Watching the scene happening in the field, Ackerman made a few light strokes on his wrist with his fingers, his expression solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Todd's appearance made this handsome young man in his early twenties finally recover.
"Boss, it's almost the finale."
Todd nodded, put on his armor, picked up his shield and dagger, picked up a Corinthian helmet with red horsehair, and slowly put it on his head.
"The past belongs to Death, but the future belongs to you." Chinese
Ackerman turned his head when he heard this and asked doubtfully: "Boss, what did you just say?"
"No, it's nothing." Looking at the winch iron gate rising slowly in front of him, Todd took a step forward into the light...