As Sapalo fell backward, Arthur, who had taken off his clothes, easily won the duel. After rejecting the raw meat, Arthur returned to the cell and could not calm down for a long time. After the battle, with the help of Sapalo
The black titanium handcuffs were put on Paluo's cover again, and now Arthur felt nothing but hunger and dryness. After watching the soldiers take the 'unconscious' Sapalo back to the cell, Arthur looked back to the center of the arena.
Catalua is the candidate for the second death match. He carries two long-handled hatchets on his back. It seems that he used points to exchange for them last night. But the strange thing is that Catalua’s eyes are always looking at Ye.
In the direction of the hawk, there is still a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. Even the nighthawk is looking at Catalua. What happened between them?
"I choose Riel." Katolua pointed to the teacher Riel's cell without hesitation, then turned around and sat down on the spot without even pulling out the hatchet. As soon as Sapalo returned to the cell, he turned over and sat up leisurely.
Looking at the performance of the people on the field, he chuckled: "That werewolf is quite interesting. It has convinced so many people. It seems that it is determined to go against Mozkov."
"What do you mean?" Arthur was not used to Sapalo's transformation. Sapalo, who could have just found a corner to stay, had bright eyes at the moment. It was impossible to tell that he was over 70 years old, even if his muscles were atrophied.
He couldn't stop the vigor radiating from his body. Is this the old man who inherited the name of his ancestors' knights? Arthur couldn't help but think of how powerful he was to his father without being angry.
Sapalo raised his eyes to look at Mozkov on the high platform. The Marquis's expression was still unguessable. "I guess that the blue and white werewolf united many people to end the first round of the second day's battle without casualties. It is forcing
Mozkov, let Mozkov change from a superior person to a murderer like us. After that change of mind, the rest of us will dare to do more things. Interesting werewolves, more than I killed back then.
Those are much smarter."
As expected, after Riel entered the venue, Catalua and Riel, who were wearing collars and handcuffs, sat on the floor and chatted about domestic matters without any atmosphere of fighting. This made the people on the high platform keep looking down, longing for the bloody scene.
Mozkov, who stimulated his aging senses, opened his squinted eyes, and the burst of anger made the spectators around him take a few steps back, not daring to get close to the hunchbacked old man.
Nighthawk made the right noise to ease the freezing situation: "Oh! It seems that today's game is playing house. Old guy, didn't you say yesterday that you have been very busy recently? I suggest you go and do your own thing first.
Let's come back after we finish the matter." Even Vanno and Kalman, who were in the same dungeon as Arthur, were amused by Nighthawk's playful tone, and the ten single cells in the arena suddenly burst into laughter.
The herald glanced at Mozkov, who was frowning, and his dry lips trembled slightly. He was suppressing his anger. The herald had never seen such an expression on the usually amiable but privately violent Marquis.
, it seems that this game will have bigger changes. Wozkama looked at Riel and Catalua chatting in the center of the scene, and he understood that this was the result of Nighthawk's arrangement.
Dong. Mozkov slammed his cane on the high platform, turned around and was about to leave. He said to Vozkama beside him: "If they want to fight, they will fight. If they don't, they will be locked up. I want to see them."
What kind of temper can you have? Now I'm back to Brighton City. Some rats have been restless recently. I'll leave this place to you for the time being. If they are willing to fight, you can write to inform me." Arthur suddenly looked up, and he was far away.
He was closer to the high platform and quietly heard two or three words.
Vozkama bent down and saluted, and did not stand up again until Mozkov led the people away. Now on the high platform on the left, only Vozkama is the commander of the soldiers. He has also become the highest command and management here.
"Put them back in the dungeon and separate them all!" Nighthawk heard this and grinned to the back of his head. After exchanging glances with Jace on one side, both parties showed smiles of success, and Jace's smile was particularly bright.
, this time, Nighthawk's expression gradually became stiff, but it quickly calmed down all its emotions and continued to look at the soldiers who disappeared on the high platform. Even the scorekeepers on the high platform on the right evacuated.
Now it was interesting. Nighthawk used its sharp claws to scratch off the stone bricks on the wall behind it, and let it fall to the ground.
...
Arthur was roughly pushed back to a new dungeon, but Arthur's body was now back to its original state, and a little targeting would not affect his mood. Watching the soldiers hurriedly leaving the tunnel, Arthur began to move his wrists after being uncuffed.
Think back to the information you just overheard.
"Rat, is this a metaphor? But I did hear a lot of rat noises in the past two days. Moreover, Mozkov said he was going back to Brighton City. Isn't this place in Brighton City?" Arthur said to himself
After speaking, he sat back on the floor tiles and looked at the swaying firelight in the distance. His eyes became much darker, and the torch at the door gradually went out due to the damp and cold environment.
"Is there anyone there? The torch here is out, can you change it?" Arthur stood up and walked to the railing, grabbed the railing and shouted outside. But there was no soldier around. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
Strange, what are these people doing? Arthur put one hand on the railing, pondered for a while, then picked up his palm and looked at it carefully. There were traces of the black titanium handcuffs on his wrist, and now only a little blood clot remained on his hand.
On, this is a wound that has not recovered before. My wood elemental power is flowing rapidly, and the blood clots quickly disappear. I have recovered? And, why don't I feel like I have lost strength? Could it be that... Arthur hit the railing hard
, and then aimed his right hand at the railing in a claw-like shape.
Seventh scale. Boom.
Thunder shook, and the railings in front of Arthur were shattered into powder by the sonic boom. This cell was not made of black titanium metal, just ordinary iron railings. Arthur took two steps back, waiting for the soldiers who heard the loud noise to arrive and take him away.
Knock yourself down.
For five full minutes, Arthur did not hear the sound of military boots hitting the ground. Arthur looked again at the railing that had been blasted into an arc shape of more than one meter. After carefully distinguishing whether there was any movement around him in the darkness, Arthur got through.
He left the cell where he was imprisoned. He groped with his hands towards the direction where the light came from, and then the fire became more and more obvious. Arthur had come from the passage to another bunker. There were also six or seven cells here, surrounded by people tied to
The torches in the torch bar illuminated the wall, and the cracked black soil wall made Arthur feel a little comatose. He could only hold on to prevent him from falling down from the loss of blood sugar.
Then...
Jace, who was alone in the cell, looked at Arthur in surprise as he walked to the door of his cell. He looked around in disbelief to see if there were any traces of soldiers, and then looked at the dagger he had bought with points and the dagger he had placed on the wall.
After thinking for a moment, he threw the dagger on the ground, rubbed his brow and said to Arthur: "Let me out."
Arthur knocked his eyes at the dagger that fell on the ground, and then looked at Jace who was looking at him on the other side of the railing with a smile on his face. He resisted the idea of taking a few steps back to distance himself and pointed at the cell door with his little finger.
After locking it, there was a snap, and a plume of white smoke came from the door lock. Then Jess kicked the cell door open and walked to the corridor.
"Nighthawk and I expected that the force would be weakened and we would be detained alone, but we didn't expect that there would be no soldiers left behind, and you were still locked up in an ordinary cell. Your condition seems to be too good. What did the old man do to you?"
Jace and Arthur walked side by side in the corridor leading to the next bunker. The two talked about the plan that Nighthawk had discussed with Jace before. This was not only a plan to force Mozkov to join them on the same starting line.
, was also a back-up plan to escape from prison. In the eyes of current criminals, Mozkov was a superior person, and no one thought about resisting but complied with his arrangements to participate in the game.
This is because Mozkov gave people the impression that his strength was unfathomable at the beginning. After a small test and combined with his companions, Nighthawk made Mozkov unable to do anything, and the death game was also suspended. At this time, it was a prison break.
The best time. But the current situation is even better than Jess imagined.
They came to the next bunker prison, which was also empty. There were only six cells and the teacher Riel sitting alone on the ground. He seemed to be thinking about a way to escape from the prison. When he saw the two Arthurs walking towards him,
Riel also opened his mouth wide and did not react for a long time.
"Did your plan succeed? I thought it would take you a few days to dig it out."
"Stand back." Jace pointed at Arthur and gave Arthur a circle gesture. Arthur smiled and stretched out his palms to aim at Riel's position. Before Riel could ask, Arthur's palms gathered together.
There was a burst of electricity and thunder, and circles of flowing current appeared on the surface of the railing. Riel stood upside down with all the hair on his body. The sense of danger made him retreat one after another, and a sonic boom shook the space between Riel and Arthur. The air wave was about to disappear.
The unsuspecting Riel was overturned, and Jace stepped into Riel's cell and pulled him up.
"This wizard!" Riel lost his former calm. "His power is so strong. Damn it. Fortunately, I didn't choose him on the first day. By the way, how many soldiers did you kill along the way?"
Arthur and Jace looked at each other and smiled, but Arthur's smile was obviously more meaningful.
"Let's go, let the others out first. No one stopped us along the way. It seems that there is no one here except us."