Bright and dazzling magic lights...
Tens of thousands of spectators cheered, roared and shouted...
There are also various complex terrains and obstacles specially designed for combat in the large arena...
All of this made Aberdare, who was extremely eager to kill in his heart, feel excited, as if he was in a world full of dreams.
He didn't even know how he walked the distance from the passage to the center of the arena. He just felt that his mind was almost blank, and the most primitive and instinctive violence factors in his subconscious were being quickly awakened.
It wasn't until he was less than five or six meters away from his opponent that the Son of Baal slowly stopped and began to look at the previous champion not far away with the eyes of a warrior.
Similarly, the war trolls are also looking at this famous Sword Coast hero, the Son of God, with very cautious eyes.
As a subspecies transformed by magic and alchemy, he is not dominated by a strong sense of hunger and eating instincts like his stupid and ignorant peers.
Quite the opposite!
This guy has an intelligence level far beyond that of ordinary people, and has even learned to read and write in at least three languages.
Not only can he bow, salute, and eat elegantly like a nobleman who has received etiquette training, but he also knows many special skills to please rich and powerful women or men on the bed.
After all, gladiators are essentially sports stars, not slaves who undergo cruel training and inhuman torture every day and have to risk their lives to fight as many people imagine.
If this is the case, the players who enter the arena will inevitably be passive and slow down, and the battle will not go well.
Only when they can get enough benefits and feel that they are fighting for themselves will they risk everything to fight with their opponents until they fall in a pool of blood and take their last breath.
Therefore, for any gladiator who is slightly famous, his or her agent will ask professionals to package it in an all-round way and teach them how to interact with customers and fans who can bring huge benefits, and how to satisfy those hungry ladies or men.
We imagine strong, brutal gladiators, and maybe occasionally play some games such as role-playing games.
In short, this war troll is very satisfied with his current identity, status and popularity, so he does not want to lose everything he has gained with great difficulty.
And to keep it all, the only thing he can do is to keep winning, keep the title of regional champion, and then participate in the annual competition for the highest honor.
In order to achieve this, and also to win the support and love of more viewers, the War Troll modified and magically transformed its original ugly appearance.
Nowadays, except for his green skin, his facial features and body shape are very close to human beings. His height has also dropped from the original two meters seven to about two meters four, but the length of his arms has not been reduced.
This also means that he has a longer wingspan and attack range than other fighters.
Especially the sharp sword with serrated teeth in the hand. If it is accidentally scratched or rubbed, it will immediately cause a terrifying wound.
After the two sides looked at each other for about ten seconds, the war troll took the lead and said in common language: "Human, you will die. If I were you, I would choose to surrender now."
"Death? Many people have said this word to me, but the problem is that I am still alive and well. Guess where those people who said this word have gone now?"
Aberdare grinned with an excited and bloodthirsty smile.
Judging from the eagerness to try, it is obvious that he can no longer control the blood of Baal, the god of murder.
"I hope your mouth can continue to be so hard."
Seeing that he could not persuade the opponent to give up, the war troll retreated decisively and opened a short distance, getting ready to attack.
Aberdare was even more straightforward and rushed forward without even a word of nonsense.
Like all fighters who like to use two-handed weapons, his specialty is the classic powerful jump jump, which forces the opponent to defend and ensures that he firmly grasps the initiative in the battle.
But unfortunately, this reckless man obviously forgot that his opponent this time was not an ordinary human or other humanoid race, but a war troll with nearly infinite regeneration ability.
The latter did not choose to parry, block or dodge at all. Instead, he turned his head and planned to resist the blow with his shoulder. At the same time, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand and made an upward movement.
Not good!
Aberdare, who was in mid-air, instantly realized that he was careless and immediately made a standard pressure-down defense.
The next second...
Cang!
The two two-handed giant swords collided together, shooting out dazzling golden sparks.
Since the strength attributes of both parties in the battle were almost the same, Aberdare, who jumped up, took advantage of it and forced the dangerous serrated sword to the ground.
But just before he landed and stood still, the war troll suddenly made a withdrawing movement, causing his center of gravity to become unstable and he took several steps back.
The war troll seized this opportunity. Instead of wielding the heavy two-handed sword, he rushed forward and raised another sandbag-sized fist, hitting the son of Baal hard on the face.
Bang!
Following the violent impact near his nose and mouth, Aberdare suddenly felt that the flow of time in the entire world had slowed down, and his body could no longer remain standing. He began to move backward uncontrollably, soared into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
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Especially the bridge of the nose that was hit and broken, a mixture of blood and nasal mucus was constantly flowing out like a faucet that was turned on.
You don't need to ask to know that this hero of the Sword Coast, the descendant of Baal, the god of murder, was stunned by a punch.
After all, most of the battles he participated in before were encounters and team battles in which teammates cooperated with each other. He did not understand that one-on-one battles in a fair environment were actually very different from adventures.
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But war trolls are different.
He has been living in such an environment since he was created.
He started out as a slave gladiator in Dragonspear Castle, and later obtained the status of a freedman from the establishment of the West Coast Empire. He and his agent came south to Ascaltra to continue their old trade.
Therefore, this war troll has mastered many fighting skills against humanoid creatures.
This is why he can become the champion of this big arena.
You must know that although the arena will also host many battles between gladiators and monsters, the finale and most popular one will always be the battle between top gladiators and gladiators.
In this regard, Aberdare has obviously suffered a big loss.
But he was lucky. In order to please the audience, and also to make the game more exciting instead of ending suddenly in a few seconds, the War Troll did not choose to rush forward immediately to finish the damage. He raised his hands high and let out a deafening roar.
Roar, show your strength and fearlessness in this way.
In the distant stands, Mrs. Laisiwen, who was about forty years old and wearing a bright red low-cut dress, witnessed her lover's brave posture of killing everyone, a blush suddenly appeared on her fair face, and her whole body was under strong external stimulation.
Clamp your legs together and keep blowing kisses.
The ladies sitting next to her smiled knowingly, and began to discuss privately whether they should spend a sum of money to invite the champion to the VIP room for a "melee" after today's game.
By the way, let's try to see if the champion can still be as brave as ever on another "battlefield".
There is no doubt that as the West Coast Empire under the rule of Zuo Si is rising and taking off at an incredible speed, with an unprecedented abundance of various commodities, materials and entertainment activities, the desires of the wealthy upper class people living in the capital Ascatla are also rapidly increasing.
Expansion.
In the past, the reason why they actively restrained this desire was to maintain their rule.
But as participation in politics and the privileges enjoyed are stripped away bit by bit, wealthy people will inevitably turn their attention to other areas, such as enjoyment.
Especially in order to avoid being on the blacklist and prevent the family from being forcibly split up, many people are trying every means to spend money and control their profits and asset size.
This has led to the rapid spread of luxury and excitement.
The current game between ladies and gladiators is only the tip of the iceberg.
The various private clubs scattered in the streets and alleys of the city, the bizarre service industries that can satisfy all kinds of XP, as well as the booming sales of sex toy stores and drugs that increase body sensitivity, all foreshadow the corrupt private lives of the rich.
Of course, all of this was an atmosphere secretly encouraged and deliberately created by Zuo Si, the emperor of the empire.
On the one hand, it is to allow these people to sink in the sea of ​​desire, continue to become more corrupt and depraved, and eventually become sinful souls that reach "excellent" in the quality rating of Baator Hell;
On the other hand, it is to promote consumption and employment, circulate money and social wealth, and prevent wealth from being concentrated in the hands of a few people.
Whether it’s buying services to vent your desires, or spending sky-high prices on antiques, art, or luxury goods, in short, the rich must be able to spend their money and feel that it’s worth it.
Then the secondary distribution of wealth at the social level is achieved by levying heavy taxes on these industries.
In this regard, Zuo Si can be said to be quite knowledgeable.
The gladiatorial competition industry chain initiated by him and quickly covering the entire empire was naturally a weapon for cutting off the wealth of the rich.
Especially upper-class ladies who are accustomed to being polite in daily life and are often ignored by their husbands, how can they resist these strong men who exude hormones and wild aura.
As long as you taste it once, you will immediately become addicted like taking narcotics, and you will be willing to spend a lot of money for it.
The shouts of women at the scene undoubtedly made the war trolls feel extremely excited.
Just when he turned around and wanted to perform some more gorgeous and entertaining fighting skills, Aberdare, who had fallen on the ground, suddenly got up without warning, his eyes flashing with a terrifying red light, like a wild beast.
He threw away his weapon and rushed forward.
To be continued...