Ride and Cut

　　The new member of the illegitimate children alliance, Richard, stood on the street with a dazed expression.

　　 This grass-tai team alliance sounds very unreliable, but the conditions given are reliable enough-Rogge promised to pass on the Orlando family information for him as much as possible in the future.

　　 This is at least a promise worth thousands of gold coins.

　　If you want to do something in the northeast province, you can’t avoid the Noble Court. No matter what Sauron wants to do, the Orlando family will definitely get some wind. The weak Richard will not be blinded by intelligence.

　　 After regaining his senses, he shook his head and smiled, Richard raised his hand and spent two silver coins to rent a passing double-driving carriage.

　　 "Starry Arena!"

　　 The carriage turned around and began to gallop on the streets of Coron City. As the mileage increases, the buildings on both sides of the road gradually become sparse and enter the less prosperous suburbs.

　　 The northeast province is located on the border of the empire, with many inhuman races between ignorance and semi-ignorance, and the folk atmosphere is fierce and aggressive. All of this has provided fertile soil for the development of gladiatorial cause, making it a leading national viewing sport.

The Starry Arena is a very ordinary one among the dozens of arenas, large and small in the city. The only special thing for Richard is that it is an industry under the name of Sauron. The fifty highland barbarian fighters promised to him Shut it here.

　　 Sauron is a new nobleman, so of course the Starry Arena is also a new type of arena. The buildings made of logs and bricks are obviously much simpler than the exquisite granite venues of the old large-scale arena.

　　 "Sir, today is a day off, please come back another day."

　　 The battlefield manager is short and chubby, with unremarkable features. It's just that there is a very eye-catching big constriction on the chin, and a dozen long and thick black hairs are densely protruding, and they are actually wrapped in a silver hoop and tied into a lock.

　　 Richard handed Sauron's manuscript to the steward, and he carefully checked the seal while stroking the hair.

　　 "Highland barbarians, of course there is no problem." Da Yuzi nodded and led the guests into the arena.

　　 There are no gladiatorial fights to watch today. The inside is deserted, with only a few servants cleaning. The Starry Arena may only be open to the populace. There are only crowded and affordable seats in the auditorium, and there is no independent box that is generally more favored by the nobles.

"To tell the truth, it would be nice to take them away. They wounded many other fighters and slaughtered the crocodile for meat, which is completely inferior." The fat steward shrugged his shoulders. "I can do something. No."

　　 The two male servants walked into a deep corridor together, and when they came out, they were followed by dozens of bare-chested barbarians.

　　 It is well known that the more northerly the aborigines are in the colder regions, the taller and stronger the aboriginal people are. On the contrary, they tend to be short and thin.

　　 It is well known that highland barbarians live on the snowy plateaus of the extreme north, and are qualified to call all human branches except themselves southerners or lowlanders.

　　 So they naturally have the tallest stature and bull-like physique. If muscles are also a virtue, all highland barbarians must be saints.

　　 Richard is about eight-edged in height, and his swordsmanship practice has brought him a strong but not cumbersome muscle, which is very outstanding among the locals. But compared with these strong men who are nearly two blades high on average, they look like a pile of pumpkins mixed with potatoes to make up the number.

　　The barbarians stared at the Pompeii in front of them, their eyes cold. In the turbulent eyes, it seemed that there was still the freezing air of the far north.

　　They are the most outstanding samurai, and it is difficult to have rivals across the ice field, so they are arrogant, arrogant, and despise everything!

"Big guys, I bought you from Sir Sauron." Richard unfolded the parchment, briefly publicized Sauron's handwriting, and then continued, "So according to the laws of Pompeii, now you are all My slave is."

　　 The barbarians were silent as if they hadn’t heard it, like a deadly marble sculpture, completely indifferent to it.

　　 Sauron bought the trump cards that they wanted to rejuvenate the arena, but in the end there was nothing to do with this rebelliousness, and now it was Richard's turn to gnaw this hard stone.

　　 The fat steward suddenly felt that his legs were a bit soft.

　　 In this **** place, ruthless people are never rare, but they are as ruthless as these highland barbarians.

"But I think no one likes to be slaves, so I want to make a bet with you. If I lose, I will give you freedom." Richard snapped his fingers. "But if I win, you have to I fight."

　　 A barbarian stepped out from his companion's shoulders and stood opposite Richard.

　　 Even by the standards of a highland barbarian, this person is really burly and unreasonable. He should be at least two-edged in height, a full head taller than Richard, and shoulders half wider. According to the most conservative estimate, his weight is more than twice that of Richard.

　　 What’s even more frightening is that when this Roshan-like barbarian walks around, his steps are very light. It seems that he has found a balance between strength and agility, which is by no means comparable to those obese Hercules.

　　 "Sounds good, what to bet on."

　　 There is a scar on his body that runs through his throat and left chest. Maybe it hurt his throat and his voice is hoarse and low. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "How about wrestling?"

　　 Among the highland barbarians who had been unsmiling, there was a sudden burst of laughter that was enough to overturn the dome of the big arena.

　　 They are all true experts and understand that wrestling is a direct contest between strength and physique. The dwarf Pompeii is still not as good as the half-sized children in the tribe who can never eat enough. How can they have the courage to challenge the best "snow bear hunters"?

　　 That is the title that can only be obtained by fighting the most dangerous snow bear on the ice field with bare hands!

　　 "Wrestling? I like wrestling." The Roshan barbarian grinned, and gently punched Richard, "Gunther, highlander."

　　 "Richard, Pompeii."

　　 Seeing that the two have reached an agreement, they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Involuntarily tugged at the hair on the chin, sweating on his forehead visible to the naked eye.

　　He was born as a commoner. It took him half a lifetime to achieve his current prominent position. His assets are even more abundant than those of some run-down nobles, but the commoners are still commoners.

　　 If there is a nobleman with obvious brain development that is deliberately looking for death and is smashed into meat sauce by a barbarian on this one-third of the land, he will inevitably take part of the responsibility, and his half-life efforts may be in vain.

　　 "Lord Sir" gently tugged Richard's sleeve, he reminded in a low voice, "This barbarian can kill a male boar alive with three punches and two kicks! Why bother with them."

　　The wild boar is dressed in a natural armor made of stones and pine resin. It is a beast that is more difficult to deal with than a tiger. Da Yuzi's suggestion comes from the heart sincerely, but whether it is useful or not depends on who it is.

　　 "Three punches and two kicks? I can kill with one punch!"

　　 Da Yuzi shook his hand and forcibly pulled off the silver hoop from the fur strands, together with a few black hairs. He was desperate, cursing some incurable stubborn tendon in his heart.