Chapter 642 9.65

Chapter 642 65

Sophisticated combat experience allowed Sartre to correctly guess the strength of the Roman cavalry. Google Search Reading

After a brief flurry of people and horses, the dwarves roared and swung their sabers to slash at the knights who fell to the ground.

However, there was a clanging sound of metal hitting metal, and the knights who were covered in hard plate armor did not suffer any damage.

It is conceivable that what will greet the dwarves will be a massacre.

Seeing this, even if this is Sartre's first time watching a gladiatorial performance, he can smell a hint of performance.

But the fanatical Roman nobles around him didn't care so much.

The main reason why the gladiatorial activity has continued for thousands of years in Rome is that this activity is always tied to gambling. As long as you live in this country, anyone can tell a few examples of getting rich overnight in the audience seats of the Colosseum.

After linking the hard-earned gold coins with the dueling warriors in the arena, no one will ask whether this fall is a fair game, or whether there is any script or secret deal in it.

As long as their bets can be recouped, the crazy audience does not care how the warriors win.

The desire for money has washed away all the superficial civilization of the citizens.

Facing the fully armed Roman cavalry, the dwarfs in thin leather armor put up a few symbolic resistances and then turned into corpses lying in the yellow sand.

After the death of the subhumans, only one of the 26 Roman knights was lost, and the remaining 25 turned over to shake off the blood on their swords and just wanted to get on their horses.

The free warriors hidden behind the dwarf array began to launch the second round of charge.

The leader was a strong man who was more than 2 meters tall and looked like a meat mountain.

He wore a set of steel armor forged from fine steel, and held two golden hammers as high as a person in his hands. Dongdongdong, he ran forward vigorously, and the big man swung the golden hammer and threw a heavily armored knight into the air.

The fully armed knights were smashed like juicy fruits by heavy hammers in mid-air, and the bloody scene in front of them caused a cry of surprise from the crowd.

The gladiatorial activities have been going on for so many years, and most Roman citizens know that behind these bloody fights, there are casinos operated by underground forces behind them.

The only reason why casinos intervene in the gladiatorial business is because there is a lot of money to be made here.

They need to create some upsets from time to time, so that more people can throw their hard-earned gold and silver to the unpopular team with the mentality of risking a small amount for a big gain.

In this way, various myths of getting rich overnight are created.

It is for this reason that the gladiator lords recruited a considerable number of free warriors.

For gladiators, if they can win all the time, they will gain prestige and fame at an exaggerated speed.

For a long time, they will become the subject of gossip among Roman citizens.

Whether they make money in the future or enter the mansions of nobles to become staff, their future fate will be completely changed.

Despite the high casualty rate of 90% in the arena, a large number of free warriors still sign up to participate every year.

They know in their hearts that they will face long-established popular players, even previous champions. All the warriors who sign up for the competition are holding the mentality of defeating the strong with the weak and winning the big with the small.

Their courage is given by the powerful power in their bodies.

These guys are definitely not useless.

When the cavalry launched a charge, all the free warriors hid behind the dwarves. This is not cowardice, but in the arena, there is only one chance to attack.

Relying on this group of sub-humans with limited intelligence as a cushion, the free warriors can quickly judge what kind of strength the group of subordinates led by Zendaya fell to the ground, where their weaknesses are, and how to win.

While the Roman knights tried to turn over and mount their horses, the free warriors began to charge.

The Sartre in the stands shook his head slightly.

Everything happening in front of them is like a rabbit in the forest with nowhere to escape launching a desperate charge against a wolf pack.

In desperate situations, all creatures will burst out with an indomitable momentum.

But this cannot make up for the huge gap in strength.

Most of Sartre's life was spent in one battle after another. Whether it was a beast, a monster, or a chosen monk, the eternal standard for measuring whether an individual was strong was the psychic fluctuations emitted from the body.

Although most of the free warriors were chosen, judging from their offensive momentum and timing, most of them had quite rich combat experience.

Especially the big man holding the double hammer, he was even more gifted.

But this still could not make up for the huge gap in strength.

In the underworld, many years of brutal fighting with the undead sword cultivators made Sartre extremely sensitive to psychic fluctuations.

If he closed his eyes at this time, he could feel the condensed light beams emitted from the bodies of more than 20 Roman cavalrymen, which was the surging power of holy light.

Enough to form a crushing psychic strength, plus the skilled cooperation formed by long-term team operations, even if Sartre led the Viking pirates himself, he had to be cautious and seek opportunities in the face of such a group of enemies.

The free warriors rushed forward in such a swarm, it was no different from giving them away for free.

He glanced at the edge of the field again, and Red Blood Pigeon was no longer in his original hiding place.

He was the only one among all the gladiators who did not emit any psychic energy fluctuations from his body at this time. After searching with his eyes for a long time, Sartre finally found Lei hiding his whole body behind an inconspicuous mound. Virtue.

Among all the spectators who entered the arena, perhaps he was the only one who set his sights on Red, who was like a field mouse.

I have to say that hiding myself was the right decision.

In the case of serious imbalance in strength, charging can only mean faster death.

The desperate charge of the free warriors pushed the atmosphere of the duel to the climax. After getting close to the Roman cavalry, all kinds of divine power of choice exploded instantly, including ice cones and fireballs, and fierce and primitive hand-to-hand confrontations broke out in the gladiatorial arena with broad swords and holy light.

"Cut them! Chop them to death!"

"See, our great hero Zendaya is now a god."

Amidst the shouts and shouts, the freedom warriors fell one after another. Although the Roman knights under Zendaya also suffered casualties, they were always able to form an array and rely on each other to protect each other.

"There is no suspense anymore. It seems that this scene will be over soon."

Gulaul, who was sitting next to Sartre, murmured to himself, while Sartre was still lost in thought.

As Loki's most trusted companion, he knew that his brother would never miss the opportunity to find Gelin.

But is this man off the court really Ge Lin's son?

Maybe they are just slightly similar in appearance?

There were many moments when he wanted to jump into the field and save the Viking boy. But now Sartre is no longer the ignorant Viking villager he was more than ten years ago. In the Colosseum in Constantinople, such behavior in the presence of Michael III was enough to cause disputes between kingdoms.

In a brief moment of hesitation, all the free warriors in the arena fell.

There was only one black-skinned warrior left standing calmly.