Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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At noon the next day, the king arrived late in the chamber, and his expression should have been "worked out" all night.

"Ahem, I have a few things to announce." The new king said wearily.

"The first thing, I've found out who the murderer was who was the father, and that is Earl Ferrando from the Garon Empire!"

"This insidious guy actually let the assassin hide in the gladiator team, just taking advantage of the opportunity of the gladiatorial contest to launch the assassination."

A minister put forward an objection: "Your Majesty, then he doesn't need to come in person at all. Isn't it enough to send other representatives? It's also an earl..."

"Bold! How dare you question me?!"

"I now have very conclusive evidence. I have searched out a large number of special weapons and equipment from their team, and even found residual poison!"

In fact, the evidence was put in by the king, just to plant it to Earl Ferrando.

"In addition, Earl Ferrando chose to commit suicide in prison, seemingly determined to die."

After the king said this, the ministers underneath began to whisper to each other. Some people didn't believe what he said, and some believed that the king was right. After all, the Jialong Empire had declared war on them.

"Okay, don't mess around like a bunch of flies. Just listen. I have something to announce."

The king was proud of his face, and he said excitedly:

"The competition in the arena will continue. In addition to the original team, the participating gladiators will throw all those from the Garon Empire onto the court!"

"I will use their blood as a horn of war! Hahaha!"

"Your Majesty!" "Long live your Majesty!"

Most of the ministers were cheering, but some people looked sad. The old king continued to entertain him before he died, which seemed too unsympathetic.

They don't know whether Alves Jane I can become a qualified monarch.

In order to make the results of the gladiatorial more "interesting", the new king simply dragged hundreds of members of the Garon Empire's mission to challenge those monsters.

The final outcome is naturally unbearable. Many members of the mission are just ordinary entourages or maids, and they have no power to fight back at all.

This is also something that everyone did not expect. The prince who was originally cowering and acting low-key was even more brutal than the old king after he came to power. . .

A few weeks later, in the training room somewhere in the big arena.

"I think King Alves is crazy, he actually let the competition continue!" Miss Daisy complained in that dissatisfaction.

She was not wearing the outfit of a gladiator today. Instead, she was wearing a creamy white pearl necklace, and she was wearing a sky blue long dress from neck to calf. The waist was fastened by a belt, making her figure more graceful.

The guards behind Daisy belong to her cronies, so don't worry about what to say.

Corleone played against Seranis and replied: "Didn't you say that he was very mediocre before? I think it's a **** bastard."

"Perhaps he exposed the hidden dark side." After half-elf Seranis said this, he escaped Corleone's powerful sword by the way.

"What you said makes sense, maybe he hides too deeply."

When the two played against each other on the field, they couldn't see each other's figure clearly, and could only see countless lingering sword lights and sword shadows.

With a "click", the long sword in Seranis's hand was slashed out.

Then Seranis shook his long green hair coolly, stood aside and applauded: "Awesome, the speed of your progress is really shocking."

"It's okay, I also want to thank you for your teaching."

Corleone is now not only fighting half-elves, but learning his sword skills. Currently, he has acquired a new skill in the system:

[Wood Elf Sword Dance]: You can learn [Wind Dance] when you reach level 5. The smart and elegant fighting posture is like a breeze, which can cut the enemy's throat inadvertently.

You can learn [Sword Blade Flurry] when you reach level 9: Launching a series of attacks on nearby enemies is a skill with a great range of damage.

At present, Corleone is only level 1. This skill has extremely high requirements for [Agility]. Corleone, who is accustomed to making big moves, is still not accustomed to this special swordsmanship.

After all, this swordsmanship was specially developed by the wood elves, which is very suitable for their size and speed.

Corleone sat back in his seat, enjoying the food on his plate: "I would like to ask one more question, what's the situation on the battlefield?"

Daisy threw a towel to him, and then said:

"I don't know such information. I can only inquire part of it from the palace."

"I heard that General Marco of the Third Regiment has stabilized the situation. We are currently in a war of attrition. We have a total of 13 legions. Each legion has about 5,000 people, and the total number is about 65,000. ."

(Does not count the number of auxiliary soldiers, civilian personnel, slaves, servants, etc.)

"What's more, our troops have more sophisticated equipment and a lot of defensive equipment."

"And among the 10 legions of the Garon Empire ~www.readwn.com~ each has about 4,000 people, and the total number is only 40,000. Do they think they can defeat us with such strength?"

"Miss Daisy, there is only you in this, don't take me, I am not a citizen of Palestine." Corleone said jokingly.

"Huh, can't you just become my lover?"

Now Daisy is not as shy as before, she is still full of "aggressive desire."

For such a strong offensive, Corleone was naturally overwhelmed.

He got up from his seat, continued to pretend to practice his big sword, and glanced at Daisy who was stomping straight.

Seranis was drinking black tea leisurely beside him, and said to Corleone:

"I think you should follow it. An excellent woman like Miss Daisy has a very high vision."

Corleone licked his lower lip and looked at the half-elf contemptuously: "Cut, why don't you follow the noble ladies who like you?"

"Haha, I'm just afraid that I will be squeezed dry." Said in Serannis mildly.

However, in Corleone's eyes, he was completely like a little white face "eating soft rice".

"The guy who brags and doesn't draft drafts..."

In the evening, Corleone did not return to the cell, because his master had already left and he didn't need to stay where he was.

In the low-level slave gladiator zone, there will be others to help him continue to develop his power.

Now, Corleone needs to find members who are willing to join the organization in the high-level gladiator area. Only by continuously growing the "fangs of resistance" can we continue to increase more manpower.

The treatment of high-level gladiators and beasts is very good, but most of them still can't get rid of their status as slaves. They are just the playthings of those powerful and powerful. Presumably many of them still hope to escape here.