Chapter Thirty-Three: The Great Harvest (Thanks Reader Sweet Egg Rolls
When he saw the gold piled half as high as a man, Arthur Evans' mouth was so big that he could never close it. Just when he couldn't help but want to pounce on it, Kratos suddenly lifted the entire large wooden box with one hand.
He picked it up and walked straight out of the arena.
"My poor brother, your 60 gold had already been bid farewell to you when you decided to bet on the two-headed dog. That is an abyss that even the Styx ferryman cannot cross."
"Kratos, you can't do this, these are all my gold... at least half of them are... well, there is a pocket inside, that is the purse Slina gave me, I just need you to put my pocket
Give it back to me, including the gold inside of course..."
In response to his brother's plea, Kratos walked out of the arena without looking back.
In a dark secret room under the arena, the dim yellow grease light shone on Bruno's face, which was twisted with anger.
"Throw Valenkith into the slave camp, and I will see him fight with the Minotaur's children tomorrow."
As soon as Bruno finished speaking, two strange guards in full chain armor suddenly appeared in the darkness, lifting up a middle-aged man dressed as a manager who was kneeling at his feet and dragging him out.
"Master Bruno, please get around me, Master Bruno. The two-headed dog's rampage has nothing to do with me. Please spare my life because I have followed you for so many years!"
Bruno looked at the servant who was struggling but could not escape with a ferocious face, and said cruelly: "I will give you a chance, Valenkiss. For the sake of serving me for so many years, I will give you a bronze gun."
dagger."
Valenkisi's pleading and screams gradually faded away, and were finally completely sealed outside by the heavy stone door.
It seemed that after punishing the "culprit" who proposed to him to use a two-headed dog to fight hundreds of slaves, Bruno vented some of his anger. He sat on a chair and took a swig of bright red liquor, taking a deep breath.
He spoke to the shadow behind him and said: "The slave ultimatum proposal must not appear in front of the king. You go and inform Prince Alubond and let his people find another way."
There was no response for a long time after Bruno finished speaking, but he seemed to be sure that his words had been conveyed. After sighing, he raised the wine glass again, glanced at the magnificent red liquid rippling in the wine glass, and then drank it in one gulp.
He drank it all.
In Arthur Evans's mansion, in a small martial arts arena, Kratos was shirtless and standing casually with his bare hands.
Opposite him is Arthas, who is fully armed with a bronze sword. His muscles are tense and his expression is slightly nervous. He is staring at Kratos. As long as he makes the slightest strange move, he will immediately make the most violent move.
counterattack.
The two sides were in a stalemate like this for a long time. Kratos still looked casual, but Arthas's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Knowing that he could no longer hold on, Arthas finally roared and rushed towards Kratos. The bronze sword in his hand struck him hard from top to bottom, just like enemies fighting each other.
Split Kratos in half without mercy.
Facing the bronze sword coming towards him, the relaxed expression on Kratos's face remained unchanged. One hand actively stretched out towards the sharp blade. The moment it was about to touch the blade, it suddenly turned into a palm.
Pointing his finger, his thumb filled with strength accurately struck the side of the sword blade.
Hearing a shocking muffled bang, Arthas felt an irresistible force coming from the blade. He used all his strength to control the long sword that was about to be released, but the blade was already facing towards him.
The side where the finger flicked tilted away, and finally landed heavily on the stone tile floor.
"Assas, there is a saying in my hometown, which is that everything is indestructible, only the speed can break it. Although your sword condensed all the strength of your body, the speed is too slow. Even if I close my eyes, I can easily see you slashing.
traces of."
Arthas pulled the sword blade out from the ground, breathing heavily. Although it was just a simple slash, it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted.
The confrontation just now happened completely between lightning and flint. Even Arthas himself didn't know what happened at that moment, and he had no idea what Kratos said.
After the unexpected brief confrontation with Aluband in the gladiatorial arena, Kratos realized how powerful the prince was. I am afraid that even Rios is not his opponent at all.
So from that day onwards, Kratos began to exercise frantically, dismantling almost all the visible heavy objects in Arthur Evans' mansion.
From then on, you can see a naked Spartan in this messy mansion while constantly waving the load-bearing stone pillars while doing various weird movements.
At the same time, Kratos did not forget to cultivate the talents around him. For Arthas, he knew how to improve his combat power as quickly as possible.
Kratos picked up the bronze sword placed on one side and pulled it out directly from the scabbard. The sharp blade moved gently through the air with the movement of Wang Kui's arm.
It seemed to be just moving randomly, but a dazzling cold light suddenly flashed in the air, and then the sound of the air being cut was heard.
An arm-long bronze sword is like a part of the body in Kratos' hand. It seems casual, but every time it cuts, it can make a violent sound that makes the whole body shudder.
"Weapons are an extension of the human body. You must treat them as part of your body. From now on, you should not use a sword. Your arm is the sword, and your fingertips are the sharp sword tips."
After speaking, Kratos inserted his long sword back into the scabbard, then straightened his arm and straightened his palm into a hand-blade posture, and suddenly swung it down into the air. There was an immediate sound in the air as if it had been split by the sword blade before.
broken in the air.
Kratos suddenly jumped forward and struck the stone pier on the ground with his palms. There was a bang, accompanied by scattered stones, and a hard stone pier half a man's height was directly hit by him.
Split it in half with your hands, and the fracture is as neat as if it had been cut with a sharp weapon.
Click!
Suddenly there was the sound of rocks crushing behind him. It was Arthur Evans who accidentally stepped on the gravel on the ground.
Arthur Evans seemed to have been ravaged wildly at this time. His blond hair, which had been meticulously arranged, was now scattered, and his tired face could not hide his black and blue eyes. It was obviously a manifestation of excessive consumption after a night of indulgence.
.
"Kratos, your strength even amazed the violent God of War. Are you sure you really come from a remote tribe in Sparta? I can't believe what kind of country Sparta is. I heard
There is no gender distinction in Sparta, every woman has the same body shape as a man, oh Hades, it was hell!"
Kratos shook off the dust on his hands and said in a low voice: "My brother, you are as weak as a pig beast... at least the pig beast is still fat. I think only one Spartan can
A woman can drain you dry."
Arthur Evans was able to laugh it off when Kratos compared himself to a pig beast, but when he heard that a Spartan woman could drain him dry, he immediately reacted angrily.
Arthur Evans, who claims to be invincible, would rather become a pig beast than be thought that he can't control a woman...even a woman from Sparta.
Just when Arthur Evans was about to brag about his achievements that he had shown off countless times, Kratos suddenly picked him up with one hand and threw him directly into the martial arts arena with his panicked screams.
Regardless of the Mycenaean prince who was grinning after being thrown by him, Kratos said to Arthas calmly: "My brother's body is now as weak and charming as the Aegean Sea. Arthas, I think you can help each other.
Just like I did before."
Arthas looked at Kratos's rough fleshy palm, swallowed involuntarily, and then looked innocently at Arthur Evans who got up in embarrassment.
"Oh thank you Kratos, I'm just too tired today... You know how difficult it is to satisfy Mrs. Manly... Senator Tatux is over 60 years old... I think you should understand me
Brother, I remember when our brothers joined forces to fight the Phoenicians for 300 rounds and repel them, now I just need to have a good rest... Oh Assass, what are you doing? Is your hand cramped?"
When Assas was still hesitating, he suddenly heard a sudden sound of breaking through the air. His body suddenly trembled. He closed his eyes and straightened his fingers before slashing towards his master crookedly.
"Assass, you are...oh my God!"
Arthur Evans still didn't understand why, but when Assas's blade fell on his shoulder, he immediately screamed out in pain, his feet softened, and he fell to the ground.
No matter how Arthur Evans screamed and cursed, Arthas just closed his eyes tightly, and his palm took on the shape of a sword blade according to his memory, and he kept slashing downwards without any rules, and every time he fell, there would be a sound.
A cry of pain from Arthur Evans.
Kratos crossed his arms and looked at the martial arts arena coldly, his eyes slightly squinted, his expression indifferent and indifferent, only his facial muscles occasionally twitched unnaturally, as if he was enduring some pain at all times.
"My dear brother, I'm afraid your other brothers won't give us too much time..." Kratos said to himself lightly.
The royal palace of Mycenae was built in the very center of the city of Tyrian. It was surrounded by fortress-like buildings. The most elite troops representing all of Mycenae were stationed inside, and they used powerful force to conquer the royal palace they revered.
Protect tightly in the middle.
At this time, in the main hall of the Mycenaean Palace, there was a glorious scene. Nobles and ministers from countless kingdoms gathered together, holding wine glasses filled with fine wine, tasting the most delicious food from the rich kingdoms of mankind, and engaging in well-dressed exchanges with each other.
The most hypocritical communication.
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Let’s make rewards and monthly tickets more intense! (To be continued)