Anwar put on his round iron hat calmly, and then picked up a spear. It was a rare double-headed spear in Russia, just like the spears used by Greek heroes.
After bowing to the Prince of Moscow, Anwar climbed over the fence of the Prince's box and jumped from the low stand.
But at the moment he climbed over the fence, Anwar heard a voice, which came from Rostislav, and that voice happened to be the only one he could hear.
"I will vote for you."
There was no time to think too much, because Anwar had already stepped onto the stage. His behavior shocked everyone for a moment, and everyone was at a loss when they looked at the warrior who jumped out.
Because he jumped out of the box of the Prince of Moscow, that is to say, his appearance was probably Rostislav's intention. What was the Prince of Moscow going to do?
After Anwar jumped down, he performed a beautiful dance in front of everyone, as if to show off his military power.
Rostislav frowned when he looked at the double-headed spear. In his impression, things like spears can only exert their power when used in groups, one person, and one against three...
Either this person is actually a fool, or he has extremely strong confidence in his craft.
The three victors subconsciously raised their swords. All three of them realized that the person in front of them was extraordinary and they all increased their vigilance.
In the prince's box, Rostislav, who had been lying down watching all this, had already walked to the observation deck. As the prince appeared, everyone's eyes were attracted, and everyone was waiting for the prince's next words.
"Today, a Christian warrior from Persia wanted to challenge the strong man of Rus, and I gave him that opportunity."
Rostislav first glanced at the waiting crowd, hesitated slightly for a while to whet everyone's appetite, and then began to speak.
"So today's game will have an extra match. The game will start in thirty minutes. It will be up to these three warriors on the field to fight against this Persian warrior. You can place your bets now. I will also place bets myself, and place big bets."
The prince's words can be said to have set the racetrack on fire. This was the first time Rostislav had left the field in the past few days of the tournament, so everyone naturally had to give it a try and follow suit.
The dignitaries quickly sent their men to place bets. Seeing that the wealthy people were so lavish, ordinary people were naturally tempted to join in, so the amount of bets became larger and larger.
Most people choose to bet on the three people. After all, being able to fight against two people at the same time is already a warrior. As for the three people, it is simply impossible. How can warriors of that level participate in such a competition? They have often been defeated by all parties.
Recruited by powerful forces, there is no need to participate in such competitions to express oneself.
They also subconsciously thought that Rostislav must be the one who bet on the three people. After all, the prince's tone seemed to be intended to teach this outsider a lesson.
And as the bets on the three sides of the betting pool skyrocketed, there was no doubt that everyone thought that the prince must have bet on those three people.
But what they didn't expect was that the prince did not deceive them when he made the bet, but time deceived them. Rostislav did not place the bet immediately, but placed the bet after everything started.
In fact, it was the Persian who the prince placed the bet on, and Rostislav could see that the Persian was an old warrior and he didn't mind playing a little game.
If the Persian wins, he can get a huge sum of money immediately. If he loses, it doesn't matter, because it is not a huge sum of money, so it is just a joke.
As for the Persian warrior on the field who was wielding a spear, he glanced with interest at the prince who was lying lazily in the box. Anwar realized that this was a test.
As early as on the Volga River, Anwar had heard of Rostislav's reputation, but those were all about military fame. After all, the victory of four thousand against ten thousand was too glorious and worthy of being spread as a story.
At that time, Anwar thought that his future master was probably a martial artist, but now it seems that he was very smart. He first placed a bet on a martial arts competition with "obvious results" and then expressed his attitude of dealing with outsiders. This will inevitably make everyone turn to that person.
Three people, then if he wins in the end, he can make a lot of money.
This man really has confidence in him, Anwar thought, but what he didn't know was that the Prince of Moscow was simply placing the bet with a playful mentality.
While Anwar was thinking, half an hour passed quickly. When the three warriors finished their rest and walked onto the field again, the Persians also realized that the battle was about to begin.
These three people were no longer as tired as they were half an hour ago. Instead, they had a lot more fighting spirit in their eyes, because the prince's subordinates promised them more rewards, and they would still be rewarded even if they didn't win.
With the rewards of victory and the temptation of guarantees, their fighting spirit was successfully ignited.
At this moment, the arena has been cleaned up, all the injured and debris have been carried away, and the areas stained with blood have been covered with more fine sand.
Looking at these three people, Anwar didn't feel any nervousness, but became more and more serious. He had experienced many more dangerous battles than this, but facing these three people, this was nothing.
The three Russian warriors formed a typical triangular formation, showing a triangular advance. The three of them held their shields in front of their chests, and their weapons were ready to go.
Anwar leisurely grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, rubbed it in his hands, and hid some sand grains in his palm, then held the spear tightly and was ready to go.
The audience did not want to watch the slow advance of the three men, so they shouted for attack one after another, wanting to see the bet settled immediately.
Under the pressure of these voices, the three people looked at each other, and then rushed towards the Persians who were waiting in a tacit understanding. They wanted to deal with this person at once.
Anwar looked at the three people who were charging towards them like reckless beasts, smiled contemptuously, and then threw the fine sand in his hand in front of the three people who were charging towards them.
The sudden appearance of sand made the three of them stunned. They couldn't help but raise their shields to block the fine sand, and the impact was stopped. Although it was only effective for a few seconds, this was the effect the Persians wanted.
When the fine sand dissipated, the warrior at the front found that the spear had pierced his arm that was not protected by armor, and then withdrew it like lightning.
"ah!"
The severe pain caused the warrior to wail in pain. He dropped his weapon and stepped back. At this moment, all the huge bonuses and other things disappeared from his mind.
As an old warrior, he knew very well that if the Persian was willing, it was his head that should be penetrated, so he ran directly to the guards in the arena to indicate that he wanted to withdraw.
The fact that one person fell down so easily caused the audience to shout angrily. The gamblers who placed three bets never expected that one person would leave the game at the beginning. They angrily cursed that person's cowardice.
The ordinary audience let out huge cheers. When the spear pierced the shoulder of the Russian warrior, the blood sprayed all over the sand. Nothing could make people's blood rush up more than this.
Anwar shook off the blood on his spear and looked very handsome. The Persians looked at the two men who raised their shields and besieged him with contempt. The Persian Christians were very confident.
In the prince's stand, Rostislav looked at this scene and smiled. He had indeed seen the right person.