Starbuck showed a victorious smile. Obviously everything was according to his plan.
"Do it! I won't cooperate with you!"
Blood Storm Dixon was completely disillusioned. Although his life philosophy was completely shattered, he was still unwilling to join Starbuck's ranks.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! I didn't expect you to be more stubborn than I thought, so let me cut off your last thoughts."
A coldness flashed across Starbuck's eyes, and he took a deep breath for more than ten seconds. His chest and abdomen swelled by a full circle, and his heart pulsed at a terrifying speed, like a war drum, continuously.
conveys power.
Di Kelong, who originally closed his eyes and waited for death, noticed something strange and shouted in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't..."
Even he had no time to stop him, as the spear in Starbuck's hand turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out.
The direction the spear was aimed at was the rostrum.
The champion knight's speed was so fast that it even exceeded the thinking of many people. When the rostrum was in chaos, most people were still thinking, what is Starbuck doing?
Sean was considered one of the people with the fastest reactions. When Starbuck made a shooting move, he had already jumped up from his position.
Because before that, he had already made some bad guesses. If it weren't for the guard next to Duke Borg who seemed to be targeting him, he would have left the show early.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
It has always been one of his life creeds.
Starbuck's abnormal behavior undoubtedly confirmed Sean's guess. Who cares about the attention of the duke's guard who is suspected to be a champion knight? In a few minutes, the entire arena will become the largest Shura arena. Of course, he can run away before that.
Run as far as you can.
Sean turned a deaf ear to the Duke's guard's orders.
Angie Beina and Alveria also reacted the same way.
The female guard captain carried the petite Angie Beina, jumped over from the stands to Sean, and whispered: "Follow me?"
Before Sean could understand what he meant, the female guard captain kicked the wooden wall of the stand next to Sean's seat, and a half-person-high, bottomless secret door appeared in front of the three of them.
The female guard first stuffed Angie Beina in, and then nuzzled at Sean.
An inexplicable flash of anger flashed through Sean's heart, the anger of being taken advantage of. Emotions themselves are gatekeepers.
If he had found the wrong place, wouldn't he have become one of the sardines now?
It was obviously not the time for an attack, so Sean followed Angie Beina and got in without hesitation.
Before getting in, Sean couldn't help but glance at the podium. The situation on the stage made him stunned for a moment.
The Duke's guard who, for some unknown reason, had been paying close attention to Sean, saw that he was moving, couldn't help but move a few steps towards this side, and shouted in a low voice, the same thing that Sean had heard earlier.
One sound.
It's not that he wants to do anything to Sean, it's just an instinctive reaction to pay more attention.
This time, this instinctive reaction caused him great harm. To be more precise, it caused great harm to the person he was guarding, Duke Borg. He should have noticed it long ago and only reacted when the spear was about to hit.
"Protect Your Majesty!" the Duke's guards shouted loudly.
It bounced out like a cannonball, and its speed was no less than that of Blood Storm Dixon. Sean's previous suspicion was correct, he was indeed a champion knight.
The Duke's guards, who were eager to protect the Lord, could not even draw their swords. They rushed forward, trying to catch Starbuck's spear.
If he had not moved and was in the original best protective position, whether he was drawing his sword or directly dragging Duke Borg away, the threat posed by Starbuck's spear throwing would be much reduced.
However, his attention was attracted by Sean. Not only did he not react immediately, but what was even more terrible was that he moved several steps.
No matter how fast the champion knight is, it is not teleportation. It is impossible to arrive instantly. What's more, this is a shot that a champion knight has poured his energy into. Even if he is prepared, he may not be able to catch it easily.
Not to mention that when he was slow to reach the front line, he only had time to put one of his hands in front of him.
Facing the spear thrown with tons of power, the hand of the Duke's guard was like a mantis arm blocking the car. It played a negligible slowing effect, penetrated through, and penetrated deeply into Duke Borg's body.
, it was pierced so deeply that nearly half of the one-meter-two short-throwing spear was buried in Duke Borg's body.
Due to his own reasons, he actually affected the outcome of the assassination of a duke. This filled Sean's heart with absurdity and weirdness. Is the situation in front of him a coincidence? Or was it an intentional design?
If it's the latter, the scheming of the person who designed this game is truly terrifying.
Sean's hesitation lasted less than half a second, and at the urging of the female guard captain, he got into the secret passage. The female guard captain jumped in immediately, and smoothly pulled over a thicker baffle, closing the entrance of the secret passage.
It was blocked again.
Although the outside could not be exactly the same as before, in the current chaotic situation, no one noticed it at all. Even the disappearance of the three of them, not many people noticed.
"Protect His Royal Highness the King!"
"Protect the Duke!"
"Someone assassinated the Duke, catch the assassin! The assassins are Starbuck and Dixon!"
"The Duke is dead, the Duke is dead, the Duke was killed by a traitor!"
"Kill these two slaves, kill these two traitors, and avenge the Duke!"
The entire arena was boiling, and many people felt that their brains were boiling. It was completely insufficient.
Starbuck actually dared to assassinate the city, the supreme ruler of this military leader, their king Duke Borg in full view of the public.
How could he, how dare he do this?
The most incredible thing is that he succeeded.
In order to show his image, Duke Borg built the rostrum high enough and the position was protruding enough that everyone could see him on the high platform at a glance when watching the gladiatorial fight.
Therefore, when he was hit by a spear, it was also in full view of everyone, and the guards who came from the high platform involuntarily screamed a few times, which made everyone think about it. For a while, they shouted anything.
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On the contrary, Starbuck, the instigator of the scene, had a calm face, grinned at Blood Storm Dikron and said, "Dear brother, you have no other choice now, join us!"
Blood Storm Diklong felt that his blood was about to solidify, and his face was full of confusion.
"Why are you doing this? You are a free man. Joining the gladiators is just your personal hobby. If you are tired of this profession, just turn around and leave. Why do you want to incite those brothers to riot? Do you still dislike the blood shed by the gladiators?
Isn’t it enough? Are rights really that important to you? That it makes you do whatever it takes?”
"A riot? You actually call our righteous uprising a riot?"
Starbuck, who had always been tepid, was stimulated by a certain word in Dixon's words and roared.
"Yes, I am indeed a free man, but I have always regarded you and all the gladiators as brothers. I can turn around and leave. What about you? Where are my brothers? What will they do? Haha... you actually think that
I am doing all this for power, which is really ridiculous. If I am really greedy for power, I can easily get the power by just finding a duke to serve me, so why should I sacrifice the near and seek the far away?"
"I originally thought you were cold-faced and warm-hearted, but you were soft-hearted and couldn't let go of what you have now. I didn't expect that I was wrong. You don't deserve to be called a gladiator at all. You have long been corrupted and assimilated by those people, and you have long been corrupted and assimilated by those people.
Turn into a cold-blooded monster! You go! Even without you, we can still do what we want to do."
"Don't you think it's hypocritical for you to say this now? My escape route has been completely blocked by you, how can I escape?"
Dikron took back his short sword and threw Starbuck's half-hand sword to him.
"You finally figured it out? This is the best thing. Haha, if you and I join forces, there is nothing else in this world that can stump us."
Starbuck laughed excitedly. He is the kind of person who only cares about the process as long as he achieves his goal. To convince Dixon, the job is half done.
Starbuck values Dikron so much not only because he is a champion knight who is evenly matched with him, but also because of his influence in the slave gladiators.
As Dikron said just now, Starbuck is an outsider after all. He regards the slave gladiators as brothers, and others may not necessarily regard him as a brother. When it comes to influence among the slave gladiators, the three
Even if Starbuck was tied up, he wouldn't be as strong as Dixon.
In the eyes of many slave gladiators, Dikron was their idol in life. It was precisely because of his success that countless slave gladiators in darkness saw light and hope. His influence was far greater than he imagined.
The ones should be bigger.
Dikron himself was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. After he gained freedom, he did not forget his roots. He did his best to help the slave gladiators and help them fight for more living space. Although he was single and weak, the changes were minimal, but what he did
What he did left a good reputation among the slave gladiators.
The uprising of slave gladiators with the participation of Dickron is called a real uprising, and there are thousands of followers.
If a slave gladiator uprising was purely led by Starbuck, it would most likely turn into a riot.
A group of guards had already rushed down from the rostrum angrily. Something happened to Duke Borg under their protection. No matter life or death, their lives would not be easy in the future. If they could capture the murderer, they would be able to make amends and be punished.
The punishment is lighter, and he can't even care about facing two champion knights at this moment.
In addition, there were a large number of self-reliant and brave slave owners who rushed into the field with their guards. Firstly, they wanted to make meritorious deeds. Secondly, they had the same idea as those guards, wanting to make up for their faults. The one who rushed to the front was none other than others.
It was Bill, Dickron's owner.
Bill ran and shouted loudly: "Dickron, we have all seen what happened just now. You are innocent. Please help to take down this murderer quickly. Everything will have nothing to do with you."
"Sorry, sir, there is no turning back!" Blood Storm Dikron shook his head and said, "Sir, please leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!"
"Why can't you turn back? As long as you take down this traitor, you will only have merit and no guilt."
Bill tried his best to convince Dixon that he was his own person after all, and whether he was involved in the whole thing would have a fatal impact on him.
"Killing! Killing!"
"The slaves are rioting, run away!"
"Help, the slave is killing someone!"
The greater commotion coming from behind made Bill fully understand what Dixon meant by not being able to look back. Countless slave gladiators opened the door to the fight and rushed out like wild beasts, slashing the guards who escaped within a few meters.
Flip to the ground.
Slaves riot!
Massive slave revolt!
What Starbuck just did was not a temporary act, but a well-planned slave revolt!
As a large-scale gladiatorial match, a duel between just two champion knights cannot support the whole audience. Their duel is just a clash of kings against kings.
Then there was a bloody melee at the end. In order to compete, the radicals and conservatives prepared as many as a hundred slave gladiators for an unprecedented melee.
A great melee did take place, but not between gladiators, but between gladiators and slave owners.
When it comes to what slave owners fear most?
Slave revolts undoubtedly ranked first.
Not only were slaves their property, slave rebellions meant the loss of a great deal of property.
Also because those slaves were full of malice and hostility towards the slave owners, once they broke free from the cage, they would be the first to be torn apart.
To prevent this possibility, slave masters usually adopt a high-pressure policy - why not a soft policy?
The relationship between slave owners and slaves is inherently antagonistic, especially between slave owners and slave gladiators.
Unless they are given freedom, this contradiction can never be alleviated.
The battle between radicals and conservatives has further intensified this contradiction and conflict.
Don't think that slave gladiators would be grateful to conservatives with relatively moderate policies.
In essence, neither the radicals nor the conservatives regard them as human beings, they are just a tool of competition, and the slave gladiators under both sides are the biggest victims.
The first thing these slave gladiators, who were full of endless resentment and anger, did when they broke out of the cage was to vent. The slave owners and spectators of the gladiatorial games present were the best targets for them to vent.
Their method of venting is nothing more than what they are best at - killing.
"kill!"
Starbuck was afraid that Dikron, who had finally managed to get him to his side, would repeat himself, so he shouted loudly and took action first to solidify everything, leaving Dikron with no way to turn back.
Whether intentionally or not, the direction in which Starbuck rushed to kill was exactly the direction of Dixon's former master, Bill.
Previously, the two champion knights were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes and exchanged countless moves. As time went on, it would give people a feeling of being inferior.
But it wasn't until the fight that he discovered how terrifying his opponent's swordsmanship really was.
Many times, the eyes can keep up with the opponent's sword speed, but the body reaction cannot keep up.
His sword had just extended a third of the way, but the opponent's sword had already been extended, then withdrawn, and made a 180-degree semicircle, harvesting several lives.
It took Starbuck a few seconds to rush over, and then those people suddenly fell to the ground, and their blood spurted out like a fountain under the strong pressure of their hearts.