Todd's appearance brought a wave of cheers in the arena.
Many of the spectators in the stands had witnessed his battles with their own eyes. Regarding this rising star in the arena, they stood up one after another and chanted the nickname "Red Champion" with all their strength.
Unlike Conchie's face, whose face was darker than the bottom of the pot, Queen Maeve straightened up, looked at the lonely figure in the field with interest, and whispered to the attendants beside her: "This is the person who is rumored to be the only one who can defeat an enemy."
Warrior of Ten?”
After receiving the attendant's affirmative answer, Maeve smiled and clapped: "After watching a boring performance all morning, it's time for me to watch a real battle."
Conchiebo twitched the corners of his eyes, with contempt and hostility in his tone: "Queen Maeve, this is just a clown who relies on poor performances to deceive the people. This last battle today will reveal his true colors!"
Todd, who knew nothing about what happened on the high platform, looked back at the winch iron gate that was slowly being lowered behind him, and towards the worried Ackerman and Casper on the other side of the fence, he nodded slightly.
After a moment, not far from Todd, two large iron gates on the left and right slowly rose.
A group of Beidao people and a group of Plains people filed out of the two door openings.
The leader of the two teams of men and horses, one is tall and strong, with his chin beard tied into pigtails, and blue runes painted all over his body. The other is stooped, with slender fingers, big and small eyes, and a waistband.
There is a circle of flying knives hanging on it.
"Boss! That North Islander is the mountain-cracking giant Cotton, and that hunchback is the cunning fox Beson. Be careful!"
Ackerman's voice came from behind, and Todd looked at the number and composition of the two teams on the left and right.
The North Islanders had a total of 15 people, all of whom were axe-shielders; the Plainsmen had a total of 18 people, consisting of shield-men, spearmen and archers; and on Todd's side, he was the only one.
Seeing this strange situation on the field, someone in the audience recalled the ten-on-one battle and couldn't help but said suspiciously: "Could it be that this time the Red Champion is going to challenge two teams?"
"Moreover, Mountain Splitting Giant Cotton and Cunning Fox Beson are also in it. What kind of gladiatorial fight is this?!"
"Not fair!"
There were bursts of noises and boos in the audience, which made Conchieber's expression become even more unpleasant.
But fortunately, this voice of doubt did not last long. The real enemy of the gladiators was soon unveiled.
As the iron gate on the other side of the arena rose, a hundred-man army covered in bright armor and armed to the teeth marched into the venue with neat steps.
Queen Maeve frowned as she looked at the large flag carried by the flag bearer in the rear formation and the conspicuous emblem on it.
She turned her head to Conchieber and said with a sneer: "You actually let the Royal Guards of Ulster come to participate in the gladiatorial fight?"
"What's wrong with this?" Conchiebo leaned his back against the chair, with a look of joy on his face: "It is an honor for these slaves to have the opportunity to fight with my direct army! Only in this way can everyone be clear.
Recognize the strength of Ulster."
Fergal, the favored minister who was standing beside the king, walked to the railing and gestured to the clerk in the venue.
The clerk nodded understandingly, walked to the audience, and shouted loudly: "The final battle will be between the Red Circle Gladiators and the Ulster Guards. This is a duel between strength and discipline, and a
The confrontation between barbarism and civilization!”
Watching the army on the opposite side imitate Guterro's battle formation and slowly expand their formation, Todd raised his shield and began to move towards the edge of the field, trying to roundabout from the side to find flaws in the enemy's formation.
Before he could take a few steps back, his body suddenly hit a shield.
Todd looked back and saw the mountain-splitting giant Cotton pushing his body with his shield, with a malicious smile on his face: "Red Champion, where are you going? Our enemy is right in front."
Looking around, Todd finally discovered the conspiracy of this battle.
The shield formation composed of the North Island gladiators and the phalanx composed of the plainsmen vaguely blocked all of Todd's escape routes.
The two teams seemed to be fighting alongside him, but in fact they were pushing him into the enemy's formation.
This is not a fair battle at all. The two faction leaders who are hostile to Todd, along with a group of die-hards, intend to join forces to send this popular competitor into the abyss of death first.
At this moment, a loud roar came from the other side of the field. The Ulster Guards set up their shields and pointed their spears forward along the gaps between the shields.
Todd wanted to avoid these spears, but his body was pushed forward by his teammates.
If he forcibly retreats back at this time, Todd will inevitably start a battle with the gladiators. It is inevitable that one of them will escape and attack his teammates.
After thinking through all the stakes, Todd tightened the shield and spear in his hands. Instead of retreating, he broke free from the shackles of the shield array and accelerated towards the enemy's phalanx.
Cotton looked at the figure running faster and faster in front of him and said dumbfounded: "Is this guy crazy?"
Conchieber and Maeve on the high platform looked at the brave figure in the field and stood up from their chairs in surprise.
All the spectators on the field, looking at the figure that was rushing forward so fast, stopped all their words and didn't even dare to take a breath.
Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters... Todd could already see the surprised look in the enemy's helmet.
Following the commander's loud order, the archers of the Guards launched the attack first. Dozens of hardened steel arrows came quickly, sealing every part of Todd's body.
Someone in the audience screamed, and almost everyone thought that the Red Champion would definitely die this time.
Todd's arms hidden behind the shield quietly evolved into a monster form. He lowered his body and blocked most of the arrows with the shield. Without giving the archer a chance to reload, he evolved part of the muscles in his legs into a monster form.
He kicked the ground hard, accelerated his body again like a cannonball, and crashed into the battle formation. He used his short sword to split the spears like a dense forest. He stepped on the enemy's shield with one foot and jumped into the air with the help of his strength.
He flipped forward and landed directly in the back row of the enemy's formation.
Just before anyone had time to react, Todd slashed and stabbed with his dagger, killing several archers in the back row in a few breaths.
The mountain-splitting giant Cotton, who was still in a charging posture, looked at the cunning fox Beson not far away and asked loudly: "What should we do?"
The latter knew the meaning of his words. Looking at the chaos and the approaching enemy formation, he knew that if he retreated or retreated at this time, it would mean death, so he gritted his teeth and roared: "Cancel the original plan, go in!
"
The two gladiator teams quickly rushed into the phalanx of the Praetorian Guards, and while Todd was killing people in the rear formation, they continued to expand their advantage in the battle.
"Your Majesty the King, your invincible army from the civilized world will soon be defeated by a group of slaves from the wild." Queen Maeve said with a smile, her proud look like a proud peacock.
Conchiebo's face flushed with anger, he turned his head to Minister Fergal, and made an obscure gesture to him.
Fergal was stunned, and with the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, he walked to the king's side, and his voice was so low that it was almost silent: "Your Majesty, are you sure?"
Conchie Erb looked at the fighting that had completely fallen into melee, nodded heavily, and said in a voice as cold as cold iron: "You go and prepare first, I hope we won't need that..."
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