The great swordsman Giruwet had a gloomy face, and he took his two personal followers, Geba and Taxiwa, to the underground prison where the slave gladiators were held, behind the guard named Locke of the Praetorian Guard who came to report the news. go.
No one would be in a good mood when he suddenly got bad news when he was about to make out with two female slaves after taking a bath. When the guard named Locke reported to him trembling with fear After the swordsman's accident, the great swordsman Jiluweite was so angry that he smashed the gold cup filled with fine wine.
There is no reason for this, although Benag is only a first-level great swordsman, but he took precious potions to forcibly raise his level and was promoted to be a member of the great swordsman, but he is still a great swordsman, and he can't usually fight against those who fight with their lives A gold-ranked slave gladiator can still understand, but what is going on if he is defeated and kidnapped by three silver-ranked slave gladiators paralyzed? It’s true that the more you live, the more you go back, right
Angry to angry, the great swordsman Giruvert still had to put on his clothes and take two personal companions and hurried to the third floor of the underground cell, as the second-level great swordsman guarding the arena, maintaining the order of the arena and suppressing slave gladiators The rebellion is his due responsibility. From this point of view, the great swordsman Giruwet is still very responsible
It’s just that in Jiluwaite’s heart, the name of the great sword master Benag has been crossed by him. No matter what the result of today’s matter is, the great sword master Benag must leave the arena , even though he had an oblique relationship with the king. The great swordsman Giruwet absolutely does not want to wake up in the middle of the night to wipe his ass.
There are many great sword masters in the Kingdom of Haneyabada, but there are only four great sword masters who truly belong to the kingdom and serve the royal family. That is to say, these four great sword masters are all from the kingdom, and one is the current King Lu De III's swordsmanship teacher, third-level great swordsman Rossi Gabia. The second one is Jiruweite, a second-level great swordsman who sits in the Wangcheng arena. The remaining two are first-level great sword masters. One is Viscount Sacre, the commander of the guards responsible for the safety of the royal city, and the other is Benag, who was promoted to a great swordsman after taking precious potions.
Giruvert has always looked down on Benag from the bottom of his heart, because he raised his realm after taking precious potions, then no matter how hard he tried in the future, he would never be able to advance to the next stage again. A first-level great sword master, not even as good as those naturally promoted first-level great sword masters.
As a relative of the king, Benag came to this arena because Luther III hoped that he could use those slave gladiators to hone his sword skills so that they could be used in the end. It's a pity that this painstaking effort was in vain on Beynage. It was the first time he fought a slave gladiator with two gold stars. Although the slave gladiator was seriously injured, he managed to entangle him close to him. He also bit off his right ear.
The slave gladiator of the gold rank was chopped into meat and fed to the monsters, but the great swordsman Benag who was rescued lost his courage, and never dared to compete with the slave gladiators of the gold rank. Find confidence in the slave gladiators of the Black Iron Order. Giruvert once gave him advice that too much difference in realm would not benefit his progress in swordsmanship, but Benag was happy with it, satisfying his perverted psychology by killing low-level gladiators.
It's all right now, seeing that this incident has happened, this Benag still has the face to stay in the arena, no, the great swordsman Giruvert thought gloatingly in his heart, originally he was alone in the arena, but he just came here A Benag, who is also a relative of His Majesty the King, although it can't affect his status, but the many great sword masters in the arena make him feel very intrusive, and he often has some problems so that he can wipe his ass. Speaking of Giroud Wit Great Swordsman is also full of fire...
The two squadrons of the Praetorian Guards guarding the underground cell have been mobilized. There are about 20 soldiers at the entrance of the underground passage alone. All of them are well-equipped and guarded. People came over and saluted quickly.
The great swordsman Giruwet paused at the entrance: "Where is your squadron leader Pabra?"
The leading soldier froze for a moment, glanced at Locke and replied hesitantly: "I don't know, he should be below. I have received orders to guard this entrance and not allow irrelevant people to enter and exit..."
The great swordsman Giruwet didn't have any suspicions, and continued to walk down with an oh.
The basement floor is not bad, but many slaves and servants have already got up, standing together and whispering.
The second basement floor was very lively. Many slave gladiators knocked on their cell doors and shouted loudly. More than a hundred soldiers of the Praetorian Guards were whipping their hands out of the cell with whips. There were screams, cursing and whips. The sound kept ringing, and the entire second basement floor was as noisy as a vegetable market...
The great swordsman Jiluweite snorted dissatisfiedly, but he didn't bother to care about these trivial matters at this time. As long as the third floor is settled, it will not be too late to clean up these slave gladiators on the second floor. Those who are in their early years, the rest will naturally be honest.
The guards leading to the third floor are facing a formidable enemy, and there are a dozen soldiers guarding each iron fence.
When passing the last guard, the great swordsman Giruwet asked again: "Where is your squadron leader Pabra?"
The soldier at the guard didn't answer, but just pointed his finger to the depth of the passage ahead, and then locked the iron fence door again with a "crash".
Tashiwa, the entourage of the great swordsman Giruwet, scolded dissatisfiedly: "Why do you lock it so fast! With the great swordsman Giruwet on board, are you afraid that something will not be solved?"
Another follower next to Gebala took off his clothes and persuaded: "Forget it, they are just soldiers, and their duties have to be like this. That Locke, hurry up and lead the way."
Locke nodded and answered yes, then asked for a torch from the guard and walked ahead.
Seeing a light ahead from afar, Locke said, "Master Jiruwaite, it's just ahead..."
The great swordsman Giruwet passed Locke silently, striding forward. His two followers, Geba and Taxiwa, hurriedly followed.
The bright place in front is very quiet, there is no sound of people, only the sound of a sharpening sword echoing...
The great swordsman Jiluweite walked over, and he saw a man like a lion sitting on the ground, sharpening a long sword like autumn water with a millstone...
The eyes of the great swordsman Giruwet narrowed, a feeling of being stared at by a beast came to his heart, he stopped in his tracks: "It's you, Hughes..."
The man sharpening his sword raised his head. It was Hughes, the great slave swordsman: "Hehe, you are finally here. I have been waiting for a long time. Here, we can have a fair fight."
"Where's Benag?" asked the great swordsman Giruwet.
"There..." Hughes Great Swordsman pointed with his hand.
Under the dim light of the torch, there were several stripped corpses scattered on the ground over there. The face of the Great Swordsman Benag was facing upwards, his pale and lifeless eyes were staring straight at the dark zenith. It looks like a dead person...
"You killed..." Master Jiluweit Great Sword exhaled.
Hughes Great Swordsman smiled and shook his head: "It's not me, such a rat doesn't need me to do it yet."
"I killed it." A clear voice sounded from behind the great swordsman Giruwet.
The great swordsman Jiruwet and his two followers turned around in surprise, only to see that the guard soldier Locke who led them had stuck the torch in his hand on the bluestone pillar behind him, and then took off the bronze helmet, revealing With a head of long black hair, he straightened up, and he could no longer see the appearance of that wretched and timid soldier.
Great Swordsman Giruwet waved his hand, and his two followers Geba and Taxiwa rushed towards that Locke at the same time. For Great Swordsman Giruwat, he now clearly understands that he has fallen into However, he did not panic. The biggest opponent was the slave sword master Hughes alone. As long as Hughes was defeated, no matter what tricks these slave gladiators had, they would not be able to make waves in the face of their powerful strength. .
Before turning his head, a sword light flashed in the corner of his eyes, followed by two muffled and leaking voices. Jilu Great Swordsman's expression changed, and he turned his head again, only to see his two relatives, Geba and Taxiwa, clutching their necks, staggering for a few steps and falling to the ground struggling for their lives...
"Who are you?" The great swordsman Giruwet really raised his vigilance now.
"I am Earl Norton Lorist." Lorist replied with a smile.
"Is it your family who occupied Nubit Port in our kingdom?" Don't look at the great swordsman Giruwet in the royal arena, but he has also heard about the recent changes in the kingdom.
"Bingo, you answered correctly, but unfortunately there is no reward." Lorist snapped his fingers.
"Why do you want to invade our Kingdom of Haneyabad? We have never complained or enmity..." asked the great swordsman Giruwet.
"Haha, why? You still have the face to ask me why? The slave traders and slave catchers of your kingdom attacked my family territory, captured my subjects as slaves, and captured my soldiers and knights here as horns." Fighters... More than 1,300 people came in, and now there are only more than 200 left... So I am here, revenge for revenge, blood for blood... "
"So you tricked me into coming here? You want to bully the few with the more, right?" The great swordsman Giruwet drew his long sword.
"I lied to you because I think highly of you. You won't be able to run away here. I'm afraid you'll run away quickly outside. As for bullying the less with more, you can choose one freely." Luo Rist flicked a few sword flowers casually.
"Then I'll choose you!" The great swordsman Jiluweite rushed towards Lorist, his sword was shining like a sword, and it seemed to penetrate the entire space of the third underground floor.
"Clank, clank, clank...."
Lorist's voice was still relaxed amidst the series of sword blows: "Haha, Brother Hughes, this is why he came to me, I didn't snatch you away, haha, good time..."
"Clank, clank, clank...."
There was another series of violent sword blows, and then the great swordsman Giruwet let out a muffled grunt, flew obliquely for three or four meters, and staggered back while clutching his right chest, a thin strip hanging from his right chest. bloodstains.
The great swordsman Hughes who was on the sidelines opened his eyes in disbelief. He could see clearly. In the thunder attack launched by the great swordsman Giruwet, Lorist did not retreat a single step. Despite the stormy attack of the great swordsman Giruwet, he launched a counterattack instead, stabbing the right chest of the great swordsman Giruwet, adding a wound to him. What's especially weird is that Lorist's swordsmanship seems to have a blizzard-like icy coldness, so that the attack by the great swordsman Giruwet is getting slower and slower, as if he was frozen...
Now the great sword master Hughes understood why Lorist said that when he went to deal with the second-level great sword master Giruvert, his knights and family soldiers took it for granted, and no one had any doubts. At that time, I wondered if he felt too good and too careless because he defeated the great swordsman Benag, so after persuading him for a while, he asked him to hand over the great swordsman Giruwet to himself to deal with. Unexpectedly, the head of the Norton family is so good at swordsmanship, and as an earl, he went deep into the enemy city and took the lead to save his subordinates. The more the great swordsman Hughes saw Lorist, the more he appreciated it...
The great swordsman Giruwet was forced to be breathless by Lorist, and he regretted it until he knew that Lorist was so difficult to deal with him, so he chose the slave great swordsman Hughes to attack. Although Hughes is unparalleled in bravery, he is only a first-level great swordsman after all. It's not that he has never fought against him before. He can delay for a few hours. It is very difficult for him to defeat him, but it is not so easy for him to defeat himself , it's better than being forced by this young man to jump like a dog, and he can't escape...
"Ah..." The great swordsman Giruwet received another blow, which would be the left rib, and he screamed out in pain.
Lorist chuckled and said, "That's right, you can take more than three hundred swords from me. You are worthy of being a second-level great swordsman. This sword skill is worthy of the name..."
The great swordsman Jiluweite was speechless at this meeting. He felt as if his blood was frozen all over his body. His movements became more and more stiff and his reactions became slower and slower. colder...
It seemed that there was a world of ice and snow in front of him. The sword light in the sky turned into pieces of snowflakes and fell on his body one after another. He didn't feel cold, but felt that he had also turned into snowflakes and fluttered in the wind, flying freely in the snowy world...
"Uh..." Lorist's long sword pierced the throat of the great swordsman Giruwet, but at this time the great swordsman Giruwet seemed to have lost consciousness, rolling his eyes but showing a strange smile and fell on the ground. died on the ground.
"Master Locke, your swordsmanship is so weird, and it's too cold, even I, a bystander, have been shivering..." The great swordsman Hughes leaned over cautiously, and looked at Ji Luwei who died on the ground Great swordsman.
"It's just that the attributes are incompatible. I have been practicing swords in the ice and snow..." Lorist said lightly: "Okay, this great swordsman named Giruwet is dead, and we are finally relieved. The next thing is those The gladiators of the gold rank and silver rank have taught."
Lorist's idea is very simple, that is to find a way to lure all the combat power in the arena to the underground cell to close the door and beat the dog. It is very simple to clean up the more than 200 guards of the Praetorian Guards, and they will all be replaced soon. Slave gladiators posing as guards. Then it was to lure the great swordsman Giruwet down.
Lorist went out on his own, and now he has succeeded. The next step is to pretend to be the order of the great swordsman Giruvert, and let those gold-ranked and silver-ranked gladiators teach them to go to the third underground floor to suppress the rebellion of slave gladiators.
Thirteen gold instructors and nearly a hundred silver instructors were ambushed on the third basement level, and soon their bodies were strewn all over the place. The only bad news is that those golden gladiators who fell into the trap learned the dying struggle, and Prom, the newly freed golden slave gladiator, died with him. Although Lorist and Hughes Great Swordsman had already slaughtered them, they were still beyond their reach and failed to save Prom's life. At the same time, seven silver-ranked slave gladiators were also sacrificed.
Around four o'clock in the morning, the entire arena fell into the hands of slave gladiators. Lorist quietly left the arena and sneaked back to the guest room of the Flame and Blood Tavern.
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