Black sails

Chapter 419 LIII. Atmosphere

The circular stairs were filled with people and constant noise, and the people watching seemed more excited than the people fighting.

Quinlan, who was stuck outside the iron fence, was actually not used to this kind of scene. He was an older man and didn't like meaningless actions to cater to the cheers of the audience, but he didn't know whether the next battle should be a performance.

After joining the official competition, even in the primary competition, Quinlan dressed more formally. He took off his stylish wide-brimmed cowboy hat and stopped wearing his stylish leather jacket.

It also means hiding one’s identity.

Wearing only the leather armor provided by the organizer, and a horn helmet that covered the upper half of his face.

The martial arts competition also has requirements for clothing and armor. You cannot bring any weapons into the venue. This is a strict rule, otherwise the Golden Dragon Warriors can kill everyone. The armor is limited to the torso and head, and must be provided by the organizer. Only Aran-style leather armor and assembly-line style iron helmets, let's put it this way, are better than nothing.

Of course, Quinlan is not hiding from the organizers, but hiding from his own family and forming a destiny-weaving society.

Once the time comes, each member will be sent to correct the fate of the world. In other words...

You shall die.

Quinlan thought he was not the material for the generous tragedy.

Before defecting, the family did not predict that he would defect, which made Quinlan think that the so-called destiny trajectory was just nonsense.

The playing field is about the size of five football fields, and the terrain is complex, with not only height differences, but also slopes and woods.

The widest range of terrain types is simulated.

Quinlan's golden eyes under the horned helmet condensed, and he walked across the field and saw the green-skinned orc more than a hundred meters away. He was two meters five to two meters six, with thick muscles, and he could imagine the strange strength of his body.

The battle has actually begun.

Quinlan was not in a hurry and walked leisurely to the weapons rack.

These are also ordinary iron tools, and no magic materials are involved.

The orc on the opposite side was quite radical and firmly believed in the principle that big is strong. He picked up the biggest thing on the weapons rack on his side, a halberd weighing thirty or forty kilograms.

In order to conserve his energy, the orc walked slowly towards the center of the arena.

Many of those who came to participate in the Mainland Martial Arts Competition were themselves death row prisoners and did not want to try their luck in hiding. Some even applied directly because they were already in prison.

There are still only a few players who think they can dominate the world, and more of them hope to atone for their sins. The champion will naturally have a full line-up, but in fact, as long as they reach the finals of the Imperial City, within the quota of 1,000 people, their sins can be forgiven, and then There's no problem with being a sergeant.

Therefore, the double-edged sword of the Mainland Military Association was too strong. During this period, public security was a little chaotic, but it was not chaotic, and the economy was greatly stimulated.

But this is only a superficial phenomenon.

The Emperor is a true high-end game player, a person in the atmosphere.

One of the biggest shortcomings of the military government is that there is no fresh blood. Many of the officials are members of their own family. This one introduces that one, and that one introduces other people. Otherwise, it will be completely chaotic in a few years. The cabinet is all organized to make money. Scumbags, the average male is Gu Yue Fang Yuan, and the average female is Gu Yue Fang Yuan. It’s just a little facial cumshot. It’s all about making money, so don’t be frivolous.

It's okay for a small country, it can be played around. With a small population of one million, it can be played like this, and the people below can't make any trouble.

But once the scale reaches a certain threshold, it will always collapse within a few years. This is an inevitable event.

Aram is also a military junta.

The Continental Martial Arts Competition is a special way of selecting officers. There is no nepotism behind closed doors, and Bosch recruits directly.

A large number of officers are added to the Royal Court of Aram every year, which can not only impact the existing military interests and various parties, reshuffle power to a certain extent, but also continue to maintain the murderous intention of doing nothing. Wang Ting is willing to make mistakes and be cautious.

But it's not without cost.

Just like what was said to him in the sleeping dragon cabin in the Kingdom of Heaven, the terrifying officer was involved, turning Yalan into an... endless war machine that will continue to run until the machine collapses.

The Emperor cannot stop even if he wants to, otherwise the Eternal Sect and the anti-imperialists will have immeasurable consequences under the backlash. Although he is in his prime, he will eventually grow old one day. Also raise the flag of righteousness, the emperor guards the gate of the country, the king dies and the country belongs to it.

Continue to operate as it is now.

Before the Emperor's death.

Which comes first, doom or collapse.

It's not known yet.

The target is the Aram officer master. No matter in fire, water or forest, he must be killed.

Quinlan took down a standard iron sword from the weapons rack.

There are three major types of magic in the world: arcane magic, sorcery, and incantation.

But the witcher's technique is independent of the three. It is something called a seal, which is carved into the witcher's body and does not require any guidance.

Just like a module on the slot, ready to be activated.

Quinlan has...the ability to correct the fate of the world.

Independent viewing seats.

"It's so fucking annoying. Is there a fight or not?"

Galen complained.

Li Site didn't know Kunlan's name, nor did he know that the person on the scene was the one who stabbed his heart in Fumaxing.

He cared little for the two sides at war.

I just look forward to the appearance of Sackhead.

Isis was not very interested in the fighting on the field, and the loud noise around her did not affect her at all. She still kept looking back at Li Site.

It was impossible for her to forget that face, especially since the newspapers from the past two months had rediscovered the dusty memory of her who had already forgotten that anecdote.

The fugitive who once defrauded him of the ship's money and his first night is now the famous leader who can't lead him.

The physique and the upper half of the face gradually overlapped.

But Isis still couldn't believe it.

What if it were true? Although she is not wearing a wedding ring, she still has a fiancé and should be loyal to her husband.

Even if it is true, just pretend not to know him.

She regretted it immediately and hesitated.

Because Li Site... was playing the fucking Titanic at the time, and he had played famous scenes in film history.

Although there are no fingerprints on the window glass, there are fingerprints on the portholes.

Even though it was very embarrassing to say it, it had been many years since she had been fucked that hard.

"It's a fight, it's a fight."

Galen is the type who watches horror movies and has a strong sense of immersion. He will remind the movie characters not to go there or do what they should do, which makes the short man wearing a horn helmet sweat.

That orc was half a length taller than Quinlan, and could blow his head away with a slap. How was he going to play?

On the field.

The orcs let out a terrifying war cry, shocking Quinlan. The loud roar faintly overshadowed the cheers of the crowd.

The euphorbia is like a thunderbolt snake, its sharp edges criss-crossing in the sun, creating a dazzling flash of light. The violent storm rushes towards Kunlan, attacking the key points, including the head, chest, and abdomen.

The orcs also took advantage of the terrain and swooped down from the slope, completely suppressing Quinlan. The standard long sword had already curled under the strong blows of the big halberd. He himself was retreating steadily. He could no longer resist and was about to be forced. The edge of the arena.

The reason why the third division is so popular is because we heard about the appearance of the golden-eyed man and the sack-headed man yesterday, but now we are shocked to see them.

On the field.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The orcs were like crazy. The best defense was to attack. The violent offensive had already made Quinlan unable to spare any time to counterattack.

But the fact is.

Quinlan didn't intend to win the championship. He could just enter the top 100 and live as an official. There was no need to attract too much attention. All his methods had to be used in the imperial capital finals.

Although the people in the primary election are far above average and can set up a stick when they go out, it is not the time yet.

Try your best to show that you are not in a hurry, otherwise it will not be appropriate to stand on the cusp of the storm all the way.

Another two minutes of fighting with the orcs.

There were some boos in the audience. The ticket price of one silver coin was a huge sum of money for a great master. They were all prepared to see the masters. They boasted so much. It was not worth it. Those who boasted about Kunlan before I felt so shameless that I didn't speak up.

But on the field.

The orcs have gradually felt that something is wrong.

Friends who have slashed people know that they are often killed within twenty or thirty seconds, two minutes... This can definitely be called a fierce battle. After a long outbreak, his own movements have become a bit sluggish.

But the man wearing the horned helmet in front of him was still at ease, just playing with him.

It's almost time.

Quinlan has disappeared. Where he was originally, there was just a circle of dust waves swaying under his feet.

Click!

A sword from heaven.

The explosion passed through the skull, penetrated the head, and penetrated into the torso. Quinlan stood on the orc's shoulders and kicked the orc with his heel. He kicked the orc down magnificently, took off the blade in mid-air, and stepped on the orc.

Then the owl quickly moved his head.

Blood flowed profusely.

Li Site's eyes narrowed.

The man's technique seemed inexplicably familiar.

At this moment, Isis had also figured it out and whispered a few words to the accompanying servant.

The accompanying servant nodded, indicating that he would follow the instructions and take the man sitting in the corner to talk alone outside.

In special circumstances, someone asked me to go out for a late-night snack and watch Aquaman 2 later. Today’s update, please take pity on the old bachelor.