Heroes of Silver Moon

In the arena, there was a lot of voices.

Simon sat leisurely in the VIP seat, beside him was the Archbishop of the Temple of the Gods.

They had been in the empire for a month, but they still couldn't wait for the human emperor to summon them. They either attended banquets or watched gladiatorial fights all day long.

Although he was anxious, Simon did not show it. He knew that the empire might be planning something again, but it was useless to be anxious.

Only the water comes to cover it, and the soldiers come to block it!

"Yinyue King, you don't seem to be interested in wrestling...?" the archbishop asked knowingly.

Cutting off the status of the Silver Moon Kingdom is a very offensive thing, and it will also attract blame from other countries. Naturally, the Regent will not take this responsibility alone.

Since it was going to be done, the temples of the gods could not get out of it, so he had no choice but to follow Simon.

Now the Silvermoon Kingdom is in dire straits, many things need to be dealt with by the king, and there is also the threat of the Red Scorpion Khanate, so the archbishop's strategy is to procrastinate until Simon is exhausted.

Only then will they be able to convince the Silver Moon King.

"Totally boring!" Simon commented blankly.

Since the empire doesn't have any good intentions, why should he flatter and curry favor? Even if he licks other people's ass, there must be something to gain, otherwise no one will demean himself.

The archbishop's complexion changed slightly. After getting along these days, he can conclude that the new king of the Silver Moon Kingdom is definitely a difficult person.

Emotions and anger are invisible, soft and hard will not be taken... They want to win the missionary rights of the Silver Moon Kingdom, and it is estimated that there will be a tough battle.

"These gladiators are ordinary people. Naturally, they can't catch your eyes. Our empire has a ranking of arenas, and many masters of the empire are among them. I think your guard has extraordinary temperament. Why don't you give it a try? How many people have you challenged?" Looking at Cirillo beside Simon, the archbishop showed a little teasing.

This Yinyue King is too difficult to chew, and we still have to reduce our vigor first. The empire's gladiatorial rankings are not so easy to fight...

"Oh? Really?" Simon's eyes were thoughtful, is he finally going to start to attack?

To be honest, the stay of these days has completely made him lose his patience. Every day he stays in the empire, the Silvermoon Kingdom will become more dangerous. He has no time to continue spending time with this group of people.

"In this case, Master Hound, go try it!" Simon seemingly casually ordered, no matter what tricks you have, just use them!

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Cirillo nodded coldly, and then, led by his attendants, entered the arena.

The empire's gladiatorial ranking list only has one hundred people. Although most of them are gathered in the capital, it is impossible to stay in the arena every day and wait to be challenged.

Simon waited all morning before finally waiting for Cirillo to fight. His opponent was Wilhan, who was ranked 76th, and his weapon was a two-handed sword.

Cirillo is still holding a traditional long sword, and the short sword is hidden in the sleeve of his left hand.

At the beginning of the battle, Wilhan, who was tall and burly, rushed towards him like a bull. Cirillo dodged sideways, and then took advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing, stabbing his back with his long sword.

But the masters on the ranking list are not ordinary people.

Wilhan used his sliding step and adjusted his face to face the enemy in a very short time. The powerful two-handed sword sparked with the long sword in Cirillo's hand, and then he made another horizontal cut.

Cirillo's body was almost attached to the ground, so he avoided being cut off in the middle, and the long sword also slashed at the opponent's feet.

But Wilhan thrust his two-handed sword into the ground, blocked the sword, and stepped on Cirillo with his right foot. Cirillo rolled over and avoided, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground, and threw it at him.

Wilhan, who was holding a two-handed sword, had no time to block it, so he could only close his eyes subconsciously, but in the next second he forcibly restrained his instinct.

Although the reaction was quick, it was still too late, Cirillo's thrust had already arrived, and a sword pierced his throat.

In less than a minute, the two people who fought each other had decided the winner. Wilhan collapsed clutching his throat, and Cirillo was also a little out of breath, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The masters of the Holy Empire are indeed powerful. In the Silver Moon Kingdom, there are only three or five people who are as powerful as him, and they are the top group of people in the kingdom.

But in the empire, an incomplete ranking of more than 70 places made him play so dangerously.

It can only be said that the Silver Moon Kingdom is far worse than the Empire in every respect...

At the VIP table, Simon was still uninterested, and the archbishop on the side had a dark face. These top players on the leaderboard are not hired for nothing, and they have to pay to play, and the price is not low.

And because of the lethal nature of gladiatorial fights, he had to pay first before going out to fight. Wilhan, who was in his 70s, cost him at least nearly a thousand gold coins.

"Oh, it's boring, I think we should go back!" Simon said with a yawn.

"Oh, come on, King Silver Moon, the fun has just begun!" the archbishop forced a smile.

To be on the safe side, he also invited a top 30 expert this time. If he didn't compare, he would be at a big loss this time.

Simon glanced at him coldly, and didn't say he wanted to go back.

Because he didn't want to break his face for the time being, it can be said that he is under the control of others everywhere here, almost like house arrest. In such a situation, there is no room for rejection.

The second battle is about to begin. Cirillo's opponent is a middle-aged man in his thirties.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he spit at Cirillo insolently: "You trash from the Silver Moon Kingdom dare to come out and show shame!"

Simon glanced at the archbishop indifferently. The archbishop smiled apologetically, but turned his head with disdain on his face. Isn't the Silver Moon Kingdom rubbish?

Any country other than the Empire is rubbish!

In the arena, Cirillo also had a gloomy face, cautiously probing towards the opponent, humiliating the Silver Moon Kingdom, that is, humiliating the king Simon, he will never die with this person.

The two sides came and went to test each other, and neither of them took the lead. When fighting against a master of their level, the first shot must be a lore.

They went around each other several times, and the audience booed. They paid money to come in, hoping to see flesh and blood.

Now neither of them dare to make a move, what's the matter?

Hearing booing, the middle-aged man in control couldn't bear it any longer. He held the knife with one hand and slashed at Cirillo first, and at the same time several wind blades also took shape.

With the wind attribute fighting spirit, Xililuo's heart shuddered, and he immediately waited for it. Among all the attribute fighting spirits, the explosion of the wind attribute was the most violent and shortest.

As long as he can survive a round of eruption... Cirillo's long sword meets the opponent's long sword, but there is no familiar sound of metal collision, and his pupils suddenly shrink. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The reason why the wind is so strong is its speed. The speed of the opponent's sword is faster than his eyes!

In the blink of an eye, Cirillo subconsciously threw out the dagger in his left sleeve.

With a bang, the dagger was chopped off by the long knife, and then slashed towards his neck with a ghostly speed. Cirillo had no time to react, and his thinking was almost at a standstill.

"Enough!" Seeing that Cirillo, who had been following him, was about to die, Simon yelled angrily with a sullen face, and everyone in the arena was so intimidated that they couldn't move.

"Hey, King Silver Moon, why are you so angry at the fight between two mortals!" the Archbishop smiled and dispelled the coercion he exuded. As the second in command of the Temple of the Gods, he is naturally a legendary powerhouse.

"That's it for today, Master Hound, thanks to you, come back!" Simon took a deep look at the archbishop, and let Cirillo, who was obviously invincible, withdraw from the gladiatorial fight.

In the arena, Cirillo, who was still in shock, also took a deep look at his opponent.

The middle-aged man spit out in disdain: "Trash, get out of here quickly, so as not to embarrass yourself!"

"Your name?" Cirillo asked coldly.

"Hehe, I still want to get revenge, so what if I tell you, my name is Azeya, and I am a disciple of the Saint of Rune, let me remember!" the middle-aged man sneered.

As a saint's disciple, even if he was allowed to practice for another ten years, Cirillo would not be able to hurt him at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the Silver Moon King was also a legendary powerhouse, he would have killed Cirillo long ago, and such a waste would dare to dangle in front of him.

Cirillo didn't say harsh words, and left the arena silently. The disciple of the legendary strongman, no wonder...he didn't lose a lot this time.

However, he remembered this grudge!