The guards put a wooden box they had carried into the field on the ground, and then opened it. Inside was a long-handled square sledgehammer that was difficult for ordinary people to use. After unlocking the cage door, they trotted out of the field.
, leaving the stage to today’s two protagonists.
The orc in the cage seems to have been used to this scene for a long time, and has been very honest from the beginning to now. It waited patiently for the magical brilliance of the chain on its body to gradually weaken, and then easily broke the chain and walked away from the cage with its head lowered.
come out.
It was not in a hurry to pick up the sledgehammer in the wooden box on the ground, but moved its muscles and bones that had not been stretched for a long time.
The gladiators were also doing warm-up exercises. They didn't look like they were going to fight a life-or-death opponent later, but more like they were going to hold a friendly sparring match.
After both of them were almost ready, the orc held a sledgehammer in one hand and stared at his opponent.
The gladiator still looked very casual. He just pointed his sword at the orc opposite him and raised his chin to signal it to attack.
Accompanied by the cheers of the audience, the orc strode towards the gladiator with a sledgehammer. When the distance was right, it swung over with the wooden handle clasped in both hands.
As someone who had faced the orcs directly, Brutus knew the opponent's strength. He believed that even if the gladiator avoided this sweep, he would be attacked by the orcs who quickly recovered their posture.
"Drink!" But to Brutus's surprise, the roaring gladiator perfectly blocked the attack of the sledgehammer with just one blow of his dagger - although he also followed.
Two long marks were drawn on the ground.
Brutus showed a look of surprise: "So there is such a skill as blocking?"
In the rising yellow sand, the orc did not intend to give the gladiator any chance to counterattack. It followed the gladiator and continued to sweep across with the hammer. The gladiator gathered some strength, took a deep breath for a short time and then stepped on the ground with his right foot.
He directly blocked the path of the sledgehammer with the sword blade. The moment the weapons of both sides collided, he put his hands on each other and blocked again. Taking advantage of the brief stagnation, he placed his left hand on the hammer surface and used the force lightly to strike.
A tumble in the air.
As his feet touched the ground again, the orc also fell to the ground.
This moment was so incredibly fast that Brutus, who witnessed all this, couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed his eyes in surprise to make sure he saw it correctly.
The civilians opposite Brutus cheered loudly, and they threw copper coins into the venue to praise the gladiator's superb fighting skills. However, the knights, merchants and nobles seemed much stingy, only using
The applause was perfunctory.
The gladiator listened to the cheers and praises from the audience, but seemed to have no intention of responding. He turned back to look at the orc lying on the ground, squatted down and closed its eyes.
He looked at his dead opponent, sitting down on the ground, and inserted the dagger into the sand without knowing what he was thinking.
"Let us cheer for the freedom of this gladiator!" A voice sounded in the arena, probably the host in the arena today.
Brutus estimated that he must have used some kind of magic so that his voice could be heard above the noise in the arena.
"Gregorio Gallia, before today he fought twenty-four times here, defeating the enemy with one strike!" the host loudly announced the glorious record of this gladiator, "and today, he once again defeated the enemy with one blow!"
He once used his superb skills to win the twenty-fifth game and earned enough remuneration to repay his debts."
"On behalf of the Sissoko Arena, I hereby declare that Gregorio Galea's slave status is abolished with immediate effect, and you are free!"
After the guards took the bodies of the gladiators and the orcs out of the arena, the host's voice once again echoed in the arena: "Next, we will present the next gladiatorial fight for you, please wait for a while."
Taking advantage of it being a little quieter now, Priul looked at Brutus: "What do you think of this guy?"
"I didn't even see how he did it." Brutus replied truthfully, "But his blocking is very strong."
It's so strong that I feel it violates the laws of physics... Brutus added in his mind.
"Haha, that's why today's place is special." Puliure said with a smile, "What kind of chips do you think we should use to bring him into our team?"
"Huh?" Brutus was a little confused about what Priul meant, so he repeated, "Pull him into our team?"
"Yeah, you don't think we are here just for eating, drinking and having fun." Puliure suppressed the smile on his face and looked more serious, "My other job here is to find suitable people to join. People in the team, after all, if the adventure group wants to replenish its members, it can only rely on deception."
"Do you like his fighting ability?" Brutus asked as if he was talking nonsense.
Priul touched the stubble on his chin: "Not exactly. Being able to fight is not a significant advantage in the army. Unfortunately, we are not an army, but just a miscellaneous adventure group cobbled together. , the better an individual can fight, the more advantage he will have.”
"Sounds like the gladiator owes a debt?"
"Humph." Puliure nodded, "Loan sharking is also one of the favorites of businessmen in Sissoko."
After Brutus thought for a while, he said another nonsense: "We have to find a chance to talk to him."
He met Puliou's gaze and shrugged: "It doesn't seem to matter what we can give, it's what he wants that matters. If you really want to take this man to Bikels, you should listen. His personal thoughts.”
"Perhaps." Puliure could not deny, "But it is necessary to talk to him."
The subsequent gladiatorial fight was not that attractive to Brutus, and even made him feel a little nauseous. Although he had seen many bloody scenes, this did not mean that he liked to watch people being killed or being killed. This so-called art was too backward and barbaric for him.
But most of the audience here are not like Brutus. They like to watch this kind of scene - the most primitive and brutal violence can make people vent their anger wantonly.
Therefore, Brutus found a reason to ask Priul to take him out of the auditorium of the arena. Breathing the fresh air without the smell of blood made his mood much better.
"It seems you don't like this kind of show." Priul, who was leaning against a wall in the alley with his hands folded, said after Brutus looked better.
Brutus exhaled a breath, nodded to Priul and said, "Yes, I don't kill people for fun."
"However, the result is the same." Priul stood up straight, "Let's go, let's go see that Gallia."
"Sometimes the purpose is more important than the result." Brutus followed in Priul's footsteps and retorted casually.