Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

For Lapland, who has eaten spinach due to many match-fixings, the player preparation area located on the lower floor of the Imperial Capital Colosseum is as friendly as going home.

Lapland, who was walking among them with the steps of not recognizing her relatives, looked at these players who would become her enemies in a while with a wanton smile on her face.

Lapland didn't pay any attention to the kind of player who wore the most common gladiator uniform and showed off his burly figure and gnarled muscles.

As a veteran, she knew very well that most of these people were actors prepared for the Colosseum.

It is not easy to gather the number of people for a hundred-man survival battle. Even the Colosseum in the imperial capital can hardly do one battle a day.

The Colosseum's solution to this problem is to take the initiative to increase the number of players to make up a hundred people.

In order to be entertaining enough to attract the audience, the actors selected are also quite capable gladiators.

However, in the eyes of Lapland, whose combat power has suddenly improved, these gladiators, who are more like actors than warriors, are just like that.

Compared with these actors who earn wages, Lapland cares about the contestants who pay their own money to participate.

As a wolf, of course, you must investigate these enemies carefully before starting to hunt.

"The level of these people is not good..." Lapland said in a slightly louder voice after walking for half a circle without seeing an opponent worthy of his attention.

Immediately, Lapland's words received a response.

"Little girl, what are you talking about when you step on the horse?"

A reckless voice sounded in a player preparation room not far from Lapland.

The reason for such a quick reaction is that players like Lapland who do not prepare for battle in their own preparation room but wander around are rare.

Basically, every time Lapland passes through an area, he will receive various looks with different meanings.

Although he knew that the call was coming from him, Lapland deliberately pretended not to hear it.

The player who shouted this sentence had to repeat what he just said.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the players who also signed up to participate in the 100-man survival battle found that their original momentum had declined a lot because they kept saying the same words.

At this moment, Lapland stopped, tilted his head and moved his gaze to the gladiator, and mocked in a contemptuous tone that anyone could hear:

"Are you calling me?"

The gladiator, whose momentum had weakened a lot because he shouted the same words, became angry again because of Lapland's taunt.

He walked directly in front of Lapland in two or three steps, and taking advantage of his height advantage, he glared at Lapland condescendingly and said:

"What I'm talking about is you, a little girl with no hair at all. Why don't you come here to die while you're not at home sucking milk? Do your adults know?"

"Haha..." He raised his head and glanced at the gladiator who was even bigger than the actors. Lapland chuckled and raised his hand to lift off his wolf-headed helmet.

Because he was wearing a helmet, his messy hair was suppressed obediently. The pair of wolf ears that were originally hidden in his hair shook happily after regaining their freedom.

The gladiator subconsciously took a step back when he saw the pair of wolf ears above Lapland's head.

Anyone who knows something about Nord mercenaries knows the status of the Wolf God clan with wolf ears among the Nords.

Few people dare to provoke a wolf god from the northern frozen soil, because every wolf god must have a Nord mercenary group as their own wolf pack.

The Wolf God Clan also inherited the vengeful nature of wolves.

No one wants to be resented by the guy who likes to use Tianling Gai as a bowl.

After seeing Lapland's wolf ears, the other contestants who were watching the excitement withdrew their eyes and started busy with their own affairs.

The gladiator, who took a step back because he was frightened, felt ashamed. His face turned red and he directly said a worthless harsh word to Lapland.

"A werewolf, huh, I'll wait for you later."

After saying that, the gladiator wanted to return to his preparation room, but Lapland, who did not want to let him go so easily, glanced at the meteor hammer in the preparation room and continued to mock in an unchanged tone:

"Is this your first time participating in a survival battle?"

"So what? Does it have anything to do with you?" The gladiator who had just returned to the room and had not yet sat down immediately stood up and said.

"Do you know that people who use weapons like yours often don't survive the first round?"

Lapland seemed to be reminding the opponent of the precautions for participating in a hundred-man survival battle, and also seemed to be laughing at the opponent's threat as being worthless.

As a veteran of survival battles in the Colosseum, Lapland knew very well how to use meteor hammers, flails, and giant swords, which are still very lethal even if the spikes are removed and the blades are sharpened. They will all become the priority of others.

Everyone is here to earn dinars, who is willing to take the risk of going to the cemetery in vain.

According to Lapland's understanding, the top priority for the actors prepared by the Colosseum is to take advantage of the chaos to take away the players who use similar weapons first.

If the death rate is too high, no one will dare to sign up for the survival battle.

The gladiator who didn't understand why Lapland reminded him was a little confused, but he immediately realized that he was being targeted by many people because of Lapland's words.

Even though it was his first time signing up for a survival battle, the gladiator was well aware of the consequences of being targeted before the game even started.

Unfortunately, players cannot fight each other before the official start. Fighting each other will only result in both disqualifications.

All the unhappiness in his heart could only be suppressed in his heart, leaving only angry eyes staring at Lapland fiercely.

Lapland, who felt no pressure from this look, laughed, put on his wolf hat again and continued to stroll around the player preparation area.

Unfortunately, after making such a fuss, many people realized that Lapland, the little female wolf, was just causing trouble.

No matter how arrogant Lapland was, no one paid any attention to her.

Can't you afford to offend, but can't you avoid it?

Lapland, who noticed this after walking around in a circle, counted the time, and knowing that the game was about to start, he slipped all the way back to his preparation room.

As a result, at the door of his preparation room, Lapland was blocked by a person who was similar in size to himself and could be described as a little girl.

"Come on, a good dog doesn't block the way." After glancing at Attila, who looked like a prairie man standing in front of him, and recalling the number of players he had just counted, Lapland said with his head held high.

"Who is the dog?" Attila, who had changed out of the warrior uniform of the temple guard and put on the costume of a prairie man, and holding a short bow in his hand, looked at the collar around Lapland's neck with subtle eyes. He said without any intention of giving in.

"Huh? If you want to die, say it earlier, don't waste your breath." Lapland's arrogance was a bit more arrogant than Milin, who occupied the VIP table.

In the eyes of Nords like Lapland, the grassland people who only know how to shoot in circles and never dare to face off are a group of cowards.

"A good dog stays out of the way." As if to deliberately anger Lapland, Attila returned the words Lapland had just said to her.

"Ouch! You think I don't dare to bite you... huh?" Lapland, who immediately went into a grinning state, was suddenly startled, and raised his nose and sniffed as if he smelled something from Attila.

Lapland, who suddenly calmed down his arrogance, asked Attila in a curious tone:

"Why do you smell like the mille-feuille I made?"

"It's a good dog." But Attila did not put away his hostility.