Alien Knights

The time went back to two hours before the gladiatorial fight started.

At six o'clock in the morning, the Great Hall of Ulster King City.

King Conchiub sat on the throne, looked at the elderly nobleman standing beside him, and said slowly, Fogar, how long has it been?

The elderly noble with a gray beard looked at the rising sun in the east and replied, It's been three months.

Conchiub leaned back in the chair and said in a low voice, Cuchulin should be dead.

Fogar nodded: It must be dead.

There is one less guy who bothers me. Conchiub stood up from the throne with difficulty, looked at Fogar and said with a smile: In this way, your daughter Emel will not have to marry that reckless man.

When the king said the name of Emer, there was a bit of excitement in his words, and his eyes were brighter than before.

Fogar pretended not to notice the other party's intentions, and took the initiative to change the topic: Speaking of people who give you headaches, isn't there one less person today?

Boyle? That clown-like traitor?! Conchi Ub laughed: In my eyes, he is just an insignificant bedbug! The only reason he survived until now is to let those who have two hearts to me, see how miserable the end will be if they disobey me!

Foggal stroked his beard, thoughtful: I heard that the opponent that Red Circle found for him was the notorious Flayer?

Conchi Ub patted his fat belly: A traitor should be given the most brutal death penalty! Peel off every inch of his skin, pick off every fascia, and break every bone! His flesh and blood and howling will be the best lesson for those who are watching the battle today!

Fogar shrugged, already used to this kind of growling.

The attendant appeared at the entrance of the main hall and said respectfully: Your Majesty, the gladiatorial fight will officially begin in an hour.

Conchierbo shook off the fur robe behind him, strode towards the gate of the palace, and laughed loudly: These boring and boring days have made me tired! I just need such a massacre to make me happy! Come on, let us witness together, the new animal in the Red Circle!

One hour later, Red Circle arena.

Todd kicked the Flayer into the air, and Conchiub also sprayed the wine into the air.

What's going on? What's going on?! King Ulster smashed the copper wine glass on the ground heavily, and shouted angrily: Where did you find such a fool! You can't even beat a dying person?!

Looking at the director of the arena who was dripping with cold sweat, Fogar said to the king in a speculative tone, Could it be 'acting'?

Conchi Urb turned his head, the anger still on his face, and shouted: Acting?!

I've often heard people say that in order to increase the fighting effect of the gladiatorial fight, the strong will often pretend to be invincible at the beginning to arouse the atmosphere of the audience. Fogar stroked his beard and said while meditating: Your Majesty, think about it. If the gladiatorial fight has just begun and the weaker party has no chance to resist and is directly slaughtered, how will the audience who bought tickets react?

Conchi Ub was taken aback, lowered his head to think for a moment, and shouted with a red face: It makes sense! So it is like this!

Then, he turned his head to the trembling arena director, and said with approval: It's really hard for you, even these things are taken into account.

The supervisor showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and shouted in his heart: I didn't make these arrangements at all! ! ! 』

Compared to this poor executive, there was another person on the field who was also in a panic.

Todd, who was holding a sword and shield, had large drops of sweat on his forehead.

As soon as he kicked it out, his first reaction was It's over, it's over, I won't just kick this guy to death, right? 』

Looking at the opponent who was struggling on the ground, Todd pretended to be weak and confuse the audience, while cheering up the enemy in a low voice: Stand up, stand up! Believe in yourself, you can do it!

I don't know if the sky heard his voice, but the Flayer finally stood up unsteadily.

This two-meter-tall man has obvious intellectual defects. He looked at Todd in confusion, and couldn't understand how he was knocked down just now. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth indicated that his body had suffered huge trauma.

Next, Todd cheered up and accompanied his opponent to start his virgin debut in the arena.

The flayer swung his sickle and struck Todd's shield.

It was obviously a weak attack, but the latter pretended to be hit hard. First, he kicked his legs on the ground, jumped back, then fell heavily on the ground, rolled two or three times, and finally pretended to use the weapon as a crutch, got up and supported it for a while, and then fell to the ground again.

Thanks to his opponent, his IQ was worrying, so he continued to cooperate with Todd's performance.

A moment later, the Flayer's scythe sliced ​​through Todd's leather armor, spattering blood; the latter responded, leaving a gash on the enemy's thigh.

The unsuspecting spectators shouted loudly. In their eyes, this was an evenly matched and exciting battle.

King Ulster in the VIP stand watched the wrestling in the arena, and was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He patted the handrail of the stand and shouted excitedly: Okay! This block is good! I really can't see that Boyle, under such an attack, can still persist until now!

The director of the arena looked at the two people in the arena, his face was pale, because he couldn't understand everything in front of him.

In the huge venue, only two people knew what happened.

One is naturally Todd.

The other is Rachel, who knows Todd's strength well, but she is sitting in the stands with an unlovable look, her eyes almost rolled to the sky!

This shocking, epic duel lasted for more than half an hour.

The two of you come and go, fighting indissoluble, life and death.

At the end of the fight, both Todd and the Skinner were completely exhausted. They dropped their weapons, relying entirely on the blood of a man, you punched me and kicked my life. (at least in the eyes of the audience, that is the case)

Finally, the skinner with serious internal injuries couldn't hold on, and fell straight in the mud, never getting up again.

The exhausted Todd fell to his knees and raised his hands tremblingly, proclaiming his victory to everyone.

The whole arena was boiling, and people threw flowers and coins into the arena, loudly praising Boyle's heroic demeanor and spirit of fighting bravely against powerful enemies.

The king of Ulster, Conchiub, sat back on the chair in the stands, drank the wine in his glass, and shouted excitedly: It's a joy! It's a joy!

Vogel nudged the king with his elbow, motioning him to look towards the venue.

Conchierb stood up and saw all the audience in the venue pointing in his direction, holding their thumbs high, and shouting the same words: Let him live! Let him live!

Conchi Ub's face darkened, according to the tradition inherited from the ancient Tyro period in the Northern Territory Continent. After a gladiator fights, if the audience is satisfied with his performance, he will put his thumb up and use words to ask the king for his right to live.

In the past, Conchi Urber might have agreed with the audience without hesitation, but today's gladiators are a bit special.

A traitor, a thorn in the side who should have been put to death.

Foggal walked to the king's side and reminded in a low voice: Your Majesty, if you forcibly kill him today, everyone will be dissatisfied. It's better to follow the people's hearts... There are still many opportunities in the future.

Conchi Urb thought about it carefully, then walked to the side of the stands, in front of all the audience, smiled and raised his thumb up, indicating that Boyle is alive today.

Hearing the loud cheers coming from his ears, Todd smiled slightly, closed his eyes, pretended to be exhausted, and lay down on the ground.

Conchi Ub stepped down from the stands, and before he left, he gave the director of the arena a vicious look. The latter was so scared that he sat on the ground paralyzed by the gnawing eyes.

As the king of Ulster walked, he sighed to Fogar beside him: Today's battle was really exciting. If there is a fly in the ointment, it would be the kick at the beginning. It was too fake...