Alien Knights

The appearance of Todd won a wave of screams in the arena.

Among the spectators in the stands, many of them had witnessed his battle with their own eyes. For this rising star in the arena, they all stood up and shouted the nickname Red Champion with all their strength.

Unlike Conchiuber, whose face was darker than the bottom of the pot, Queen Maeve straightened up, looked at the lonely figure in the field with great interest, and asked the attendants beside her in a low voice: This is the rumored one against ten warrior?

After getting the affirmative answer from the attendant, Maeve smiled and applauded: After watching the boring performance all morning, it's time for me to watch a real battle.

Conchi Urb twitched the corners of his eyes, and his tone was filled with contempt and hostility: Queen Maeve, this is just a clown who deceives the foolish people by relying on poor performances. Today's last battle will show him his true colors!

Todd, who knew nothing about what happened on the high platform, looked back at the iron winch gate that was slowly lowered behind him, and nodded slightly to Ackerman and Casper who looked worried on the other side of the fence.

After a while, not far from Todd's side, the two large iron gates on the left and right also slowly rose.

A group of Beidao people and a group of plain people came out from the two door openings respectively.

The leader of the two teams, one was tall and strong, his chin beard was tied into a pigtail, and blue runes were painted all over his body. The other was stooped, with slender fingers, one big and one small eyes, and a circle of throwing knives hanging around his waist.

Boss! That North Islander is Cotton the Giant of the Cracking Mountain, and that hunchback is Besen the Sly Fox. Be careful!

Ackerman's voice came from behind, and Todd looked at the number and composition of the left and right teams.

There are a total of 35 North Islanders, all of whom are axemen; the Plainsmen have a total of 48 people, consisting of shieldmen, spearmen and archers; and Todd is alone.

Looking at the strange situation in the arena, someone in the audience recalled the ten vs. one battle, and said suspiciously: Could it be that this time the red champion will single out two teams?

Furthermore, Cotton the Giant of the Cracking Mountain and Besen the Sly Fox are also inside. What kind of gladiator is this?!

unfair!

There were bursts of noise and boos from the auditorium, which made Conchi Urber's face even more unkind.

But fortunately, this voice of doubt did not last long. The real enemy of the gladiators was soon revealed.

As the iron gate on the other side of the arena rose, a hundred-man army covered in bright armor and armed to the teeth marched into the arena at a neat pace.

Looking at the big flag carried by the standard bearers in the rear, the conspicuous badge on it made Queen Maeve frowned.

She turned her head to Conchiuber, and said with a sneer, You actually let Ulster's Royal Guards come to participate in the gladiatorial fight?

Why not? Conchi Urb leaned his back on the chair, his face full of joy: It is the honor of these slaves to have the opportunity to fight against my direct army! Only in this way can everyone clearly understand the strength of Ulster.

The favored minister Fogar who was standing beside the king walked to the railing and gestured to the clerk in the venue.

The clerk nodded understandingly, walked to the auditorium, and shouted loudly: The final battle will be between the 'Red Circle' gladiators and the Ulster Guard. This is a duel of strength and discipline, as well as a confrontation between barbarism and civilization!

Watching the opposite army imitating the ancient Tairo battle formation, slowly unfolding the formation, Todd raised his shield and began to move to the edge of the field, trying to turn around from the side to find the flaws in the enemy's formation.

Before taking a few steps back, his body suddenly hit a shield.

Todd looked back, and Cotton, the Cracking Giant, pushed his body with a shield, with a malicious smile on his face: Red Champion, where are you going? Our enemy is right ahead.

Looking around, Todd finally discovered the conspiracy of this battle.

The shield formed by the gladiators of the North Island and the phalanx formed by the plainsmen faintly blocked all of Todd's back routes.

Both teams appeared to be fighting alongside him, but were actually pushing him into the enemy formation.

This is not a fair battle at all. The two faction leaders who are hostile to Todd, with a group of diehards, plan to join forces to send this vigorous competitor to the abyss of death first.

At this moment, there was a tidy roar from the other side of the field, and the Ulster Guards erected their shields, pointing their spears forward along the gap between the shields.

Todd wanted to avoid these spears, but his body was pushed forward by his teammates.

If he forcibly retreated at this time, Todd would definitely start a battle with the gladiators, and he would inevitably get a bad name for running away and attacking his teammates.

After thinking through all the stakes, Todd tightened his grip on the shield and spear. Instead of retreating, he broke free from the shackles of the shield array, and ran towards the enemy's phalanx at high speed.

Cotton looked at the figure running faster and faster in front of him, and said dumbfounded, Is this guy crazy?

Conchi Urb and Maeve on the high platform stood up from their chairs in surprise when they saw the courageous figure in the arena.

All the audience on the field, looking at the rapidly advancing figure, stopped all words in their mouths, not even daring to take a breath.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters... Todd can already see the surprised eyes under the enemy's helmet.

Accompanied by the commander's loud order, the archers of the Imperial Guard launched the attack first, and dozens of hardened steel arrows rushed in, sealing every part of Todd's body.

Someone in the audience screamed, and almost everyone thought that the Red Champion would definitely die this time.

Todd's arm hidden behind the shield quietly evolved into a monster form, with a short body blocking most of the arrows with the shield. Without giving the archer a second chance to reload, he evolved part of the muscles in his legs into a monster form, kicked hard on the ground, his body accelerated again like a shell, crashed into the battle formation, split the dense forest-like spear with his short sword, stepped on the enemy's shield with one foot, jumped into the midair with his strength, and landed directly on the back row of the enemy formation with a front flip.

Before everyone had time to react, Todd's dagger was chopping and stabbing, killing several archers in the back row within a few breaths.

Cotton, who was still in a charging posture, looked at Besen the Sly Fox who was not far away, and asked loudly, What should we do?

The latter knew the meaning of his words, looked at the chaotic enemy formation that was getting closer and closer, and knew that if he retreated or flinched at this time, it would mean death, so he gritted his teeth and shouted: The original plan is cancelled, go in!

The two gladiator teams quickly rushed into the phalanx of the imperial guards, taking advantage of Todd's killing spree in the rear, and continued to expand the advantage in the battle.

Your Majesty, your invincible army from the civilized world will soon be defeated by a group of slaves from the wild. Queen Maeve said with a smile, with a proud look like a proud peacock.

Conchierbo flushed with anger, turned his head to Minister Fogar, and made a subtle gesture to him.

Foggal was stunned, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he walked to the king's side, his voice was so low that it was almost silent: Your Majesty, are you sure?

Conchi Urb looked at the wrestling that had completely fallen into melee in the arena, nodded heavily, and his voice was as cold as iron: You go to prepare first, I hope we don't need that...