Alien Knights

"Ankomorida means 'possible', and Dolvajodeen means 'fearless'..." Lying on the haystack in the prison, Todd whispered the Northland language that Rachel taught him.

A guard of the arena passed by the door of the cell, his eyes were aimed in other directions, his legs were like the wind, and he did not stop at all.

Todd glanced out the door, then regained his attention.

The biggest change brought to him by defeating the "Flayer" was that the people in the arena looked at him with fear in their eyes.

Thinking of tomorrow's battle, Todd sneered and crushed the stone in his hand.

It's really thanks to those bastards who don't know how to live or die, they can come up with such a bad idea of ​​beating one out of ten.

Sitting up, Todd looked at the ceiling and thought about it carefully. Tomorrow's gladiatorial fight is not difficult to win, but how to conceal one's own strength is the most troublesome.

Just as he was deliberating about "performance strength and stage movement", there was a sound of small footsteps outside the corridor, which caught his attention.

These footsteps did not belong to guards, nor did they look like soldiers.

A staff member of the arena respectfully led a man in black to the door of the cell.

Todd frowned and looked at the two at the door, waiting for each other's actions.

The man in black pointed to the iron lock on the door, and said something in Northern dialect to the staff.

To Todd's surprise, a clear and sweet female voice sounded.

The clerk desperately shook his head and murmured something in a low voice.

The woman in black slapped the cell door vigorously, facing the other party, and repeated what she said just now, but her voice was raised by three points.

The latter was so frightened that he hurriedly made a silent movement. After seeing that there was no one around, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the cell door.

Watching the woman in black get into the cell and stand in front of him, Todd, who couldn't understand the Northland language and didn't know the identity of the other party, simply put on a straight face and put on an indifferent expression.

The visitor lifted the hood, revealing his true face.

Todd was startled, and secretly praised: "What a beautiful woman."

It was hard to imagine that there would be such a beautiful woman in the bitter cold of the northern border. The facial features are like oil paintings, with no blemishes to be found; the skin is like milk, delicate but shiny.

The woman looked into Todd's eyes and said something eagerly.

Todd, who was completely clueless, remained silent, his expression as cold as ice.

The woman grabbed the opponent's hand, with tears in her eyes, and her voice was a little choked.

Todd's heart moved, trying to break free from the opponent's hand. But he knew that if he showed any inappropriate emotions at this time, his previous efforts would be in vain. At the moment, the only way to fool the past is to pretend to be indifferent.

After another conversation, the woman found that the other party was completely unmoved, and the tears in her eyes flowed down like a bank.

The voice slowly lowered, the woman stood on tiptoe, kissed Todd on the cheek lightly, put down the hood, and exited the cell.

In this way, Todd quietly watched her come, and quietly watched her go. What was left, apart from the sweet body fragrance in the air and the slight tenderness on the cheeks, was only the suspicious and bewildered face of the person concerned.

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Watching a gladiatorial fight is as important to the people of Ulster as eating and sleeping.

Although these subjects of the Northern Kingdom advertised themselves as being different from the tribes in the southern region, they still had barbaric and war-thirsty blood in their bones.

In the kingdom, men, women and children, all have their favorite gladiators. Some well-known fighters even have their own support groups and followers.

Therefore, when the news of the defeat of the "Flayer" blew across every corner of the Ulster Kingdom like a spring breeze blowing across the river, people competed to talk about the grandeur of the wrestling that day, and after exaggerated praise, everyone saw a rising wrestling star.

However, the good times didn't last long.

When Todd's second gladiatorial notice was posted, all Ulster people with a little sense were filled with anger and shock.

Putting one gladiator up against ten opponents... This is not a gladiator at all, this is murder!

Smart people soon began to speculate about the king's role behind this incident. Someone found the nobles of the kingdom, hoping to put pressure on the royal family to curb this unfair gladiatorial arrangement.

But in fact, the king of Ulster was really wronged about this matter, and the idea of ​​"one against ten" had nothing to do with him at all. On the contrary, Conchiurb was very satisfied with Todd's performance in the first battle, and even had a hint of appreciation.

Although the king wanted the traitor to pay the price of death, it was definitely not done in such a stupid way.

Therefore, when the king saw the announcement of the second gladiatorial fight, his first reaction was disbelief, followed by rage.

Executing a traitor in public is a dignified thing, but to strangle a soldier by mobbing with multiple people is a despicable method that completely violates the "tradition" of the Northern Kingdom. And, to some extent, it also damaged the king's reputation.

However, a done deal.

The gladiatorial notice has been posted, and it is unrealistic to take it back.

Considering the voice of protest in the kingdom, it is getting louder. Conchiuber ordered his confidant minister Vogal to rush to the "Red Circle" arena with a set of high-quality armor and a sword made by a famous artist, and handed it to Boyle, and told him face to face that if he could win in this gladiatorial battle, his guilt would be reduced and his death penalty changed to slavery.

(In the Kingdom of Ulster, punishments vary according to the degree of guilt. The capital crime is the heaviest, followed by enslavement, then exile, followed by hard labor, as well as shackles, whipping, and bondage.)

This action was enough to perform and show his attitude, and finally made the people of the kingdom quiet down a little.

Soon, the time came to the day of the second gladiatorial fight.

Before the battle even started, 70% of the entire "Red Circle" was already filled with spectators from the Kingdom and neighboring countries.

However, unlike the first time, most of the people who came to watch last time wanted to see how the traitor Boyle died tragically; but this time, the audience hoped to see a wonderful gladiatorial fight.

Conchi Ub sat on a high viewing platform, looked at the arena below, and asked Fogar beside him: "In your opinion, what are his chances of winning?"

The latter thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I heard that the condition given to the ten gladiators is that whoever can take Boyle's head will be free; moreover, these ten opponents have different weapons and have a clear division of labor. In previous gladiatorial fights, they have a lot of experience in teamwork."

"So, you mean, that guy is dead?"

Seeing Fogar shrugging his shoulders, Conchiub laughed and said, "I have a different opinion from yours. The result of this wrestling may bring me a pleasant surprise."

In the auditorium, two men, one old and one young, were sitting in the front row, talking quietly.

"Father, can a soldier really defeat ten opponents without reinforcements?"

Hearing the young man's question, the older man said: "This kind of question itself is meaningless. If you really want to find an answer, then listen carefully. In a one-to-many battle, bravery will no longer be the main source of advantage. Wisdom is the key to victory."

The young man nodded half-understanding.

The older man patted him on the back and said with a smile: "Look carefully at this battle. Since this Boyle can defeat the 'Flayer', then he must have something special."

In the back row, more than ten meters away from the father and son, Rachel was sitting at the corner, eating fried pine nuts boredly, basking in the autumn sun for a while, and even yawned long. On her right, separated by seven or eight seats, a woman in black crossed her fingers and silently prayed to the arena.

With the sound of a bell, the gladiator gate slowly rose.

Ten well-armed gladiators walked into the arena one after another. They held various weapons in their hands, and their positions were also different according to their occupations.

Opposite them, a warrior with a sword and shield walked into the arena with slow and steady steps.

In the auditorium, there was a burst of applause and cheers like a tide.

Todd raised his shield-holding palm and placed it in front of his forehead to block the glare from the direct sunlight. He looked at the ten opponents on the opposite side with a smile on his face.