Chapter 112 Determination of Life and Death

"did you see that?"

Starbuck smiled triumphantly. Apparently everything was in his plan.

"Do it! I won't cooperate with you!"

Bloody Storm Di Kelong was completely hopeless. Although his philosophy of life was completely shattered, he was still unwilling to join the ranks of Starbuck.

"Good! Good! Good! I didn't expect you to be more stubborn than I imagined, so let me cut off your last thought."

A gleam of coldness flashed across Starbuck's eyes, and he took a deep breath, which lasted for more than ten seconds, his chest and abdomen swelled a whole circle, and his heart pulsated at a terrifying speed, like a drum of war, with a steady stream of breaths conveying power.

Di Kelong, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, noticed something strange and shouted in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't..."

Even he couldn't stop it in time, the spear in Starbuck's hand turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out.

And the direction the spear was aimed at was the rostrum.

The champion knight's speed was too fast, even faster than many people's thinking. When the rostrum was in chaos, most people were still thinking, what is Starbuck doing?

One of Sean's quickest reflexes jumped out of his seat just as Starbuck got into the shooting motion.

Because before that, he had already made some bad guesses. If it wasn't for the guard next to Duke Borg who seemed to be eyeing him, he would have left early.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

It has always been one of his life creeds.

Starbuck's abnormal behavior undoubtedly confirmed Sean's guess. He didn't care about the attention of the duke's guard who was suspected of being a champion knight. In a few minutes, the entire arena would become the largest Shura arena. Before that, of course he could run Run as far as you want.

Sean turned a deaf ear to the order of the Duke's guard.

Angie Bella and Alveria also responded in the same way.

The head female guard carried the small and exquisite Angel Bena, turned over and jumped from the stand to Xiao En's side, and whispered: "Follow me?"

Before Sean understood what it meant, the head female guard kicked the wooden parapet of the stand next to Sean's seat, and a secret door half a person's height and bottomless appeared in front of the three of them.

The head female guard first stuffed Angel Bena in, and then nuzzled at Sean.

A trace of anger flashed inexplicably in Xiao En's heart, the anger of being used by others, the emotion itself is the gatekeeper.

If he found the wrong position, wouldn't he be one of the sardines now?

It was obviously not the time to attack, Sean followed Angelbena and got in without hesitation.

Before getting in, Sean involuntarily glanced at the rostrum. The situation on the stage made him stunned for a moment.

For some unknown reason, the guard of the Duke who had been paying close attention to Sean saw him move, and couldn't help but move a few steps to this side, and made a low voice, which was the voice Sean had heard earlier. One sound.

It's not that he wants to do anything to Sean, it's just an instinctive reaction that he pays more attention to.

This time, this instinctive reaction made him miserable, or more precisely, it killed the object he was guarding, Duke Borg. He should have noticed the spear throwing, but he didn't react until it was about to hit it.

"Protect Your Majesty!" the Duke's bodyguard shouted loudly.

It bounced off like a cannonball, and the speed was not inferior to that of Scarlet Storm Dixon. Sean's previous suspicion was correct, he was indeed a champion knight.

The Duke's guard, who was eager to protect the lord, didn't even have time to draw his sword, and rushed forward, trying to grab Starbuck's spear directly.

If he hadn't moved his position and was in the original best protection position, whether it was to use his sword or directly pull Duke Borg away, the threat posed by Starbuck's spear throwing would be much reduced.

But his attention was attracted by Sean, not only did he fail to react immediately, what was more terrible was that he moved several steps.

No matter how fast the champion knight is, it is not a teleportation, and it is impossible to arrive in an instant. What's more, this is a shot that a champion knight has poured into himself. Even if he is prepared, he may not be able to catch it easily. Not to mention the situation of being slow to the front line, and only had time to block one of his hands in front of him.

Facing the spear-throwing force of tons, the hand of the Duke's guard was the praying mantis arm that blocked the car. It played a slowing effect, penetrated through it, and was deeply nailed into the body of Duke Borg. , pierced so deep that the 1.2-meter short-throwing spear was nearly half buried in Duke Borg's body.

Due to his own reasons, he actually affected the result of the assassination of a duke, which filled Sean with absurdity and weirdness. Is the situation in front of him a coincidence? Or is it intentional?

If it's the latter, the scheming of the person who designed this game is really terrible.

Sean's hesitation lasted for less than half a second, and at the urging of the head of the female guard, he got into the secret passage. The head of the female guard jumped in immediately, and pulled a thicker barrier, closing the entrance of the secret passage. It was blocked again.

Although the outside couldn't be exactly the same as before, but in the current chaotic situation, no one noticed it at all, and even the disappearance of the three of them, few people noticed.

"Protect His Majesty the King!"

"Protect the Lord Duke!"

"Someone assassinated the Duke, catch the assassin! The assassins are Starbuck and Dixon!"

"The Duke is dead, the Duke is dead, the Duke was killed by the traitor!"

"Kill these two slaves, kill these two traitors, and avenge the Duke!"

The entire arena was boiling, and many people felt that their brains were about to boil, and it was completely insufficient.

Starbuck dared to assassinate the city, the supreme ruler of this army, their Duke Wang Borg in full view.

How could he, how dare he do this?

The most incredible thing is that he succeeded.

In order to show his own image, Duke Borg built the rostrum high enough, and the position was protruding enough, so that everyone could see him on the high platform at a glance when they were watching the gladiatorial fight.

Therefore, when he was shot by the spear, he was also under the watchful eyes of everyone, and the guards on the high platform involuntarily exclaimed a few times, which made everyone think about it. .

On the contrary, Starbuck, the instigator in the field, looked calm and grinned at the bloody storm Dixon, "Dear brother, you have no other choice now, join us!"

Bloody Storm Di Kelong felt that his blood was about to freeze, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"Why do you do this? You are a free man, joining the gladiator is just your personal hobby, you are tired of this business, just turn around and leave, why do you want to encourage those brothers to riot? Don't you think the blood of gladiators Isn’t it enough? Is power really that important to you? It makes you do whatever it takes?”

"Riot? You call our righteous uprising a riot?"

Starbuck, who had always been tepid, was stimulated by a certain word in Dixon's words, and roared angrily.

"Yes, I am indeed a free man, but I have always regarded you and all gladiators as brothers, I can turn around and leave, what about you? What about my brothers? What do they do? Haha...you think I do all this for power, it’s really ridiculous, if I’m really greedy for power, as long as I find a duke to serve as my allegiance, and the power is at my fingertips, why should I go far away?”

"I thought you were cold-faced and warm-hearted, but you were soft-hearted, and you couldn't let go of what you have now. I didn't expect that I was wrong. You don't deserve to be called a gladiator at all. You have been corrupted and assimilated by those people long ago, and you have long since been corrupted and assimilated." Become a cold-blooded monster! You go! Even without you, we can still do what we want to do."

"Don't you think it's hypocritical for you to say this now? You have completely blocked my retreat, how can I get out?"

Di Kelong took back his dagger, and threw Starbuck's half-handed sword to him.

"Have you finally figured it out? This is the best, haha, you and I join forces, what else in this world can stump us."

Starbuck laughed excitedly. He is the kind of person who doesn't care about the process as long as he achieves his goal. To convince Di Kelong, the matter is half done.

Starbuck valued Dickon so much not only because he was a champion knight who was evenly matched with him, but also because of his influence in slave gladiators.

Just like what Di Kelong said just now, Starbuck is an outsider after all. He regards those slave gladiators as brothers, not necessarily others. When it comes to influence among slave gladiators, the three Starbuck tied up, nor was a Dick Long strong.

In the eyes of many slave gladiators, Dixon is their idol in life. It is precisely because of his success that countless slave gladiators in the dark see the light and see hope. His influence is far greater than he himself imagined. The bigger ones are.

Di Kelong himself is also cold outside and hot inside. After he was free, he did not forget his roots. He helped those slave gladiators as much as he could and helped them fight for more living space. What he did left a reputation among slave gladiators.

The uprising of slave gladiators joined by Dixon is called a real uprising, and there are so many followers.

If the slave-gladiator uprising led solely by Starbuck would turn into a riot in the end.

A group of guards rushed down from the rostrum angrily. Duke Borg had an accident under their protection. Life or death will not be easy for them in the future. If they can take down the murderer, they can make up for their mistakes. The punishment is lighter, even if he faces two champion knights, he can't care about it at this moment.

In addition, there are also a large number of self-sufficient and brave slave owners who rushed into the arena with their own guards. Firstly, they wanted to make meritorious service, and secondly, they wanted to make up for their mistakes like those guards. It was not others who rushed to the front. It was Dixon's owner, Bill.

While running, Bill shouted loudly: "Dick Long, we have seen what happened just now. You are innocent. Hurry up and help bring down this murderer. It will have nothing to do with you."

"Sorry, my lord, I can't turn back!" Scarlet Storm Di Kelong shook his head and said, "My lord, please leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!"

"Why can't you turn back? As long as you take down this traitor, you only have merit and no crime."

Bill tried his best to convince Di Kelong that he was his own person after all, and whether he participated in the whole thing would have a fatal impact on him.

"Kill it! Kill it!"

"The slaves are rioting, run away!"

"Help, slaves are killing people!"

The greater commotion from behind made Bill fully understand what Dixon meant by saying that he could not turn back. Countless slave gladiators opened the gate of the gladiatorial fight, rushed out like wild beasts, and chopped down the guards who escaped a few meters away. overturned.

Slave riot!

Massive slave riot!

Starbuck's attack just now was not a temporary act, but a well-planned slave riot!

As a large-scale gladiatorial match, the duel of only two champion knights cannot support the entire audience. Their duel is just a collision of kings against kings.

After that, there was a bloody melee as the end. In order to compete, the radicals and conservatives prepared as many as a hundred slave gladiators for an unprecedented melee.

Great melees did take place, but not between gladiators, but between gladiators and slaveholders.

If it comes to slave owners, what are they most afraid of?

The slave riots were, without a doubt, at the top of the list.

Not only because slaves were their property, slave riots meant a lot of property would be lost.

It is also because those slaves are full of malice and hostility towards the slave owners. Once they break free from the cage, they will be the first to be torn apart.

In order to prevent this possibility, slave masters usually adopt a high-pressure policy-why not adopt a soft policy?

The relationship between slave master and slave is inherently antagonistic, especially between slave master and slave gladiator.

This contradiction can never be alleviated unless they are given freedom.

The struggle between radicals and conservatives has further exacerbated this contradiction and conflict.

Don't think that slave gladiators are grateful to conservatives with relatively moderate policies.

In essence, neither the radicals nor the conservatives regard them as human beings, they are just a tool of competition, and the slave gladiators under the flags of both sides are the biggest victims.

The first thing these slave gladiators, full of endless resentment and anger, broke out of the cage, was to vent. The slave owners and the audience of the gladiatorial match were the best targets for them to vent.

Their means of venting is nothing more than what they are best at - killing.

"kill!"

Starbuck was afraid that Dixon, who had finally pulled to his side, would appear again and again, so he yelled, and shot first, and made everything solid, so that Dixon had no way to turn back.

Whether it was intentional or not, Starbuck charged in the same direction as Bill, the former master of Dixon.

Previously, the two champion knights had a stalemate for more than ten minutes, and they fought countless moves. After a long time, it would give people a feeling of mediocrity.

But it wasn't until they fought that they discovered just how terrifying the opponent's swordsmanship was.

In many cases, the eyes can keep up with the speed of the opponent's sword, but the body reaction can't keep up.

His own sword had just been stretched out by a third, and the opponent's sword had already been handed out, then retracted, and drew a 180-degree semi-circle, harvesting several lives.

After Starbuck rushed over for a few seconds, those people fell to the ground with a bang, and blood spurted out like a fountain under the strong pressure of the heart.