In Kislev, the long-lost sunshine has dispelled the winter chill. The auditorium is packed with people, and everyone is eagerly watching the game in the audience.
Since Tsar Pavel announced the holding of a large-scale competitive sport, the public's emotions have become increasingly high. In the streets and alleys, everyone is talking about this largest competitive event in history. A series of sports including horse riding, archery, martial arts, etc., all stimulate the common people.
Their nerves have long been numb.
Denis and her servants arrived belatedly, and at this time, the game had already begun. In fact, for Queen Denis, she did not like this sport very much, and the more purpose was to persuade Pavel to hold the event.
To appease the people. Of course, as the queen, she also needs to participate, at least show her face.
The faint sunshine shone on her face, and the long-lost warmth reminded Dennis of those distant years. When she was a little girl, the school grounds of Blackhammer Castle were also so warm and sunny. Since she was imprisoned,
After entering the Magic Academy, she rarely had the opportunity to feel the temperature of the sun. What she had was only cold, endless cold.
clang……
The sound of weapons striking brought the queen's thoughts back to reality. Under the stage, there were two burly gladiators. To be precise, they were two knights.
The fat knight seems to have an advantage. He is the eldest son of the great nobleman Fergus - Zatulivit. He has received strict training since he was a child. He is proficient in horse riding, swordsmanship, and unarmed combat. In addition to participating in government affairs and fighting, he has not done anything else.
He almost never participated in anything, leaving everything to his servants to complete.
Under the sun, Zatulivit held weapons in both hands, an ax on one side and a heavy sword on the other. He almost didn't need to defend, and attacked continuously, making his opponent exhausted. The person he fought with was also a noble knight, but
Not everyone knows his name. The attack like a torrential rain quickly defeated Zaturivit's opponent. If it weren't for the strong armor, I am afraid that the knight who fought with him would have been lying on the ground in a pile.
Meat sauce.
However, this will not happen. The purpose of the competition is entertainment and sports, not killing or injuring people. All fighting competitions are all point-to-point, and knocking the opponent to the ground is the victory. The winner not only gets the audience
Thunderous applause, shouts, and a generous bonus. Dennis knew that similar fights also occurred in underground underground arenas, but competitions in those black markets did not care about so many rules.
Most of them require bloodshed. But here, chivalry must still be retained.
"Next!"
In the arena, Zatulivit's roar echoed in the audience. This was already the fifth player to fall under his sword. However, as the ever-victorious king of the arena, he still did not feel a trace of fatigue.
The audience was cheering for him, the star of the audience, the object of men's adoration, and the goal of women's fantasies.
Soon, the sixth challenger came on the stage. He was an old knight from the field legion. It can be seen from the armor on the player that the old knight has experienced hundreds of battles. The armor on his body is full of pits and is covered with blunt objects.
There are traces of smashing. It is certain that it is not a human weapon, it should be a beastman or green-skinned weapon.
The appearance of the challenger aroused cheers from the people in the legion, although most of the civilians did not know this knight. However, this did not prevent the soldiers from admiring and cheering for their comrades.
Zatulivet took a closer look and felt that this opponent was much stronger than the previous ones. However, he was not afraid. The title of arena champion was not in vain. He had been standing in this arena for five years.
Over the years, no challenger has been able to defeat him from this arena.
"Hoo, ho, ho..."
"Let the fight begin!"
"Don't dawdle!"
The audience's emotions have been ignited, and everyone is cheering enthusiastically.
"Knock him down! Quick!"
Some civilians even shouted rudely.
The old knight took off his helmet and nodded calmly. Then he calmly picked up a pile of sand from the ground and rubbed it in his hands. The years left a trace of vicissitudes and depth on his face.
"Old man, I will not show mercy to you. Once you enter the arena, you will be equal. You can only speak with your sword, without any sympathy or pity."
Zatulivet said seriously.
"The same thing doesn't happen on the battlefield."
The old knight replied, and then put on his helmet. The thick full-body armor wrapped him up, leaving only a slit for his eyes to observe his opponent.
Compared with the equipment of the knight, the equipment of Zatulivit seems to be a bit light. It is also plate armor, but Zatulivit is dual-wielding, while the old knight holds a heavy shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
Following the host's order, the two sides began to fight.
Zatulivit took the initiative and stepped forward quickly, kicking up a pile of sand and dust in an attempt to blind his opponent's sight. At the same time, he fired his two weapons from left to right and smashed his opponent's helmet.
The old knight had rich experience, but he was still knocked back by this sudden blow. As a knight of the kingdom, he never thought that his opponent would use such a trick. After being beaten and retreating in embarrassment, he stabilized his steps and started
Counterattack. When Zatulivit hit him hard with his axe, he blocked it with his big shield, then used all his strength to hit the proud young man with his shield.
Zatulivit was knocked unconscious. He retreated, but the old knight launched attacks one after another. The knight's long sword drew arcs in the air and hit Zatulivit's armor, making a crisp metallic sound.
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With a heavy blow to the head, the arena champion Zatulivit was knocked to the ground. The old knight showed no mercy. He swung his sword and struck again, trying to defeat his opponent completely. However, the last blow missed and the long sword slashed
On the ground, he missed his opponent. Zatulivit turned over and dodged the second before the knight's sword fell, and took advantage of the situation to get up violently and throw the old knight to the ground. The two of them rolled on the sand of the arena,
Until Zatulivit used his fat body to press the old knight under him, and slammed down his rock-like fists, one after another, on the old knight's helmet.
The old knight has a lot of skills, but he is old and is no match for the young Zatulivit in terms of strength.
"Go to hell, Bones!"
"Do you think you can defeat me if you stay in the military camp for a few more years?"
Zatulivit rode on the old knight and screamed, his fat body always pressing down on the old noble knight.
The old knight was beaten to the point where he was unable to parry. He protected his head with both hands, but within a few seconds, he was still beaten so violently by Zatulivit that he was unable to fight back. It was not until the host of the arena intervened that Zatulivit stopped.
He took off his armor gloves, and there was already some blood inside. But the challenger was lying on the ground, unable to move.
"Zatulivit, Zatulivit!"
The cheers of the people almost flooded the arena again. Everyone was cheering for the crowning of the arena champion.
He has played six games, and if he plays one more, today's game will be over. Next, there will be some insignificant little characters competing for the second and third places. What the audience expects is only the championship. Even King Pavel knows,
After this game, there is nothing interesting to watch in today's event. Zatulivit has to take a week off. It should be said that there are no interesting games in this week.
The huge arena echoed with the cheers of the audience. They were waiting for the new challenger, or the new one to be beaten. No matter who it was, they were just here to perform and be beaten. This is how Zatulivit
Strong, his powerful strength can almost defeat a bull alone.
It wasn't until the seventh challenger appeared that the audience's attention shifted again.
That was a young challenger. God for God's sake, he was too young...only eighteen or nineteen years old? In short, he didn't look more than twenty years old. The hair around his mouth hadn't even started to grow yet.
.Furthermore, he doesn't seem to be strong. Although he is considered strong among his peers, his stature is small compared to the arena champion.
This was also a military man. Most civilians did not recognize him, but like the old knight, the people in the military camp gave him the warmest cheers.