The barbarian warrior's weapon was knocked away, and he half-knelt on the ground without strength. Sidlifa hit him hard with the axe, almost breaking his ribs, and he fell to the ground unable to get up.
Ask dropped the broken weapon in his hand, glanced at the ground, and picked up a two-handed giant sword. The audience was completely boiling, and many of them stood up almost at the same time, shouting the nickname of "Vikings" excitedly, and the sound almost broke the sky.
At the other end of the arena, Theoris, covered in blood, dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground to express his surrender, his eyes full of regret and fear of failure.
The leader of the barbarians, a Geat warrior nicknamed "Ice Wolf", turned around with a sneer. He was a bearded northern man with red ochre battle patterns on his face and his eyes seemed to have flames burning in them.
"Vikings?" His voice was cold and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "They are just a group of skinny Siris lambs. How dare you name them after the heroic ancestors of the Northlanders?"
This remark angered the crowd, and the audience almost exploded on the spot. Many audience members even jumped onto their chairs and shouted at him furiously.
Inside the box, all the imperial guards had livid faces, except Michael, who had a blank expression and gloomy eyes.
What needs to be explained here is that in history, the Ancient Solomon Republic conquered Cyrus through military means, and Cyrus, in turn, conquered Eastern Solomon with its advanced cultural industries.
Today, the East Solomon Empire has been completely Cyrized culturally. Citizens are keen on watching Cyrious dramas and movies, reading Cyrious novels and poems, and even speak and write in Cyrious rather than Latin.
However, the only thing that cannot be compromised is racial identity. The Solomonite identity inherited from the ancient Solomon Empire is what the citizens of Constantinople are most proud of.
Calling them "Ciris people" is equivalent to calling them "primitive people", which is more vicious than killing them.
After Ask explained in a low voice, Sidlifa understood and said, "That's too vicious. Do you want to duel with him?"
"Duel?" Ask asked.
"He insulted your people. To redeem your reputation, you must challenge him to a sacred duel." Sidley said as a matter of course, "Here, take my axe and throw it at his feet."
What do you mean by my ethnicity? I am Chinese, okay? Ask smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't explain it clearly with the body of this NPC, so he simply took her axe and threw it at the feet of the "Ice Wolf" opposite.
"I accept your challenge." The direwolf sneered and picked up the axe on the ground.
He had previously observed Ask and Sidlifa working together to kill the enemy, which made him both shocked and frightened. He knew that he would not be able to defeat both of them at the same time, so he deliberately "insulted" Ask and provoked him to challenge him to a duel, thus forcibly creating a one-on-one environment.
"Let's end this quickly." Ask said, raising his two-handed sword.
The two men held weapons and rushed towards each other at the same time, and their figures passed each other almost in an instant.
Ask turned around and threw the two-handed giant sword to the ground. The direwolf maintained the posture after the chopping, and suddenly found with horror that the sharp pain started from the left side of the neck and extended to his right lower abdomen.