Blue Sword

The gladiators in red lowered their arms and greeted the cheers of the audience at a loss. Theotis was so angry that his eyes were splitting, and the others were confused: Okay, we won... But why doesn't this victory make people happy at all?

Because this newly joined guy killed three gladiators in blue alone, including the leader "Polar Bear", so that the two gladiators in blue who were killed by everyone's concerted efforts not only did not win the applause they deserved , in the eyes of the entire arena audience, it became a strong proof that the newcomer was more powerful.

Asker put the giant sword on his shoulder again, and instead of waving or waving his arms toward the surrounding auditorium like the winner of the gladiatorial arena, he lazily yawned.

Then he turned around and walked towards the passage back to the training ground.

The red gladiators followed him and returned to the underground training ground unhappy. As soon as Asker put the two-handed giant sword back on the weapon rack, he was slapped on the back.

"Good fight." Behind him, a tall gladiator in red said, giving him a thumbs up.

"You're not bad either." Ask said, "What do you call me?"

"Barbarian," the other person said. That's his arena nickname.

In addition to obtaining the "Sharp Weapon I" potion, Asker came to the arena for another purpose, which was to find a melee output for his team. The more violent the better, and those who could deal with heavy armor were given priority.

Theotis' combat prowess is barely adequate, but his character is obviously not. Isn't it just for the position of a gladiator? As for holding grudges like this? Are gladiators still a very glorious golden rice bowl?

In addition to Theotis, Asker also paid special attention to the three people who performed well in the battle just now, and this big man was one of them.

He is about 1.9 meters tall and has very well-proportioned muscles. In reality, he has the figure of an international male model. The weapons are two battle axes, which are swung like the wind. Even if the enemy blocks, they are basically unable to block his two moves. No wonder he is nicknamed "Barbarian".

In addition, this guy was wearing steel-patterned plate armor and a horned helmet with northern characteristics. Under the steel forehead protector, his beautiful, almost pure white pale golden hair was exposed, which was shortened and broken by sharp weapons such as daggers.

The skin is also extremely white, unique to the Northlanders, but not as rough as the mercenaries who have been traveling all year round. It is as smooth as milk.

The pupils are nearly transparent sky blue, lighter than Eleanor's sea blue irises. The bridge of the nose is slender and straight, and the lips are extremely thin. He is a handsome guy with an extremely androgynous appearance...

Or a beauty, in short Asik couldn't recognize this person's gender.

"The 'Collapsing Mountain Triple Strike' just now was so beautiful. The only drawback is that the third strike only hit his right shoulder. If it could hit the head directly, there would be no need to add another beheading strike later. Although I really like this. A hearty killing style, but that may not be the case in the audience. These Siris people don't quite appreciate the beauty of blood and power..." This guy was still talking.

"Hidliba!" Theotis walked over like a furious lion, his steel teeth almost crushing him. "What did you say to him? Did you rebel so quickly? Already?!"

"Rebellion?" The big man named "Barbarian" tilted his head and said in confusion, "The red team is not your personal property, and I am not your subordinate. What is rebellion? Can you become the leader of the red team? , just because no one competes with you."

"So do you want to compete for this position?" Theotis laughed ferociously.

"How about it, brother?" The big man lowered his head and said to Aske, "If you want to be the leader, I will support you."

"What are you fighting for?" Ask asked, dumbfounded. "The leader of a gladiator team acts like he has a throne. Is it necessary?"

Theotis on the other side was stunned when he heard this, and the big man was silent for a moment, and said with a hearty smile:

"Too."

After saying that, he walked to the carpet next to him and sat down, seeming to be in a daze.

The next fight will be held in 3 hours, so everyone has some time to recover and practice.

Ask looked at the weapon rack and picked a Caucasian-style straight sword.

This kind of straight sword is relatively light, of moderate length, and can be swung quickly and quietly. It is the favorite of Eastern swordsmen. The disadvantage is that the spine of the sword is not thick enough. If it is used to block the slashing of the opponent's weapon, it will probably collapse in a few times.

For the second fight, just use this weapon, he thought to himself.

"Sir, sir, you can't go in!" Sadric's urgent shout came from outside, and accompanied by a heavy step, the door of the training ground was pushed open forcefully.

Michael, the captain of the imperial royal guard, walked down the stone steps, scanned the whole place with his sharp eyes like a falcon, and finally landed on Asker.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ask Lepius Achilles."

"Achilles." Michael pondered for a moment, "Is it the Achilles family? No wonder you are proficient in the martial arts in "Tactics"."

"The glory of the family in the past cannot be won for you in this small arena. If you are interested in making military achievements, come to me at the Chalk Gate and repay me as 'Mikhail Bringas' Just give it your name.”

After saying that, he turned around and left the training ground regardless of Asik's reply.

Ask was confused:? ? ?

Did this trigger a hidden subplot? By the way, does the Achilles family have any special background? Are there any hidden clues in previous games that have not been discovered?

As he stood there puzzled, he saw Sadric, the arena receptionist, rushing in hurriedly.

He glanced at Mihail's leaving back, shook his head speechlessly, turned around and said excitedly to Aske:

"Newcomer, you fought so well in that battle just now! The audience outside is still cheering your name!" He paused and said immediately, "No, no, no, Hercules is not your name. You have to think A rather majestic nickname, this is the rule of our arena."

"How about 'Viking'? After all, you are holding a two-handed giant sword, which is the representative weapon of ancient Viking warriors."

"The representative weapon of our Vikings should be the tomahawk." The big man next to him said muffledly. "When he was a pirate, he could swing it to kill people, and he could also throw it to kill people. Moreover, he doesn't have the strength of the Northlanders. Bloodline.”

"Hey, Yankee." Sadric said unceremoniously, "The reason why we call him a 'Viking' is precisely because he is a Solomon! This just proves that we Solomons also have fighting capabilities that are better than your Northerners. The mighty warriors of the earthlings... This is a Cyrus-style double entendre, you don’t understand.”

"Then let's call them 'Vikings'." Ask was too lazy to waste time on this kind of thing, so he simply waved his hand and said.

"Okay, 'Vikings.'" Sadric said quickly, "Your red team has already won one game. You only need to win two more games today to win today's 'Gladiator Gold Cup.'"

"The 'one-day champion' will also be selected at that time. You are currently the candidate with the best chance of becoming the champion. I have already put 10 pounds on you, don't let me down!"

………………

On the other side, the girls are also acting vigorously and resolutely. In the morning, I went to the city government to buy the homestead and completed the property transfer with three times the reserve price. In the afternoon, I found a construction team and used an excavator to level the ruins of Peggy's burned house.

"Next, we will use container mobile house panels to build a simple warehouse first." Nora, wearing a safety helmet, said to Eleanor while looking at the plan, "Anyway, this warehouse is only temporary, and then we will You can buy building materials. Stone, wood, sand, clay, steel bars, cement, all can be piled in the warehouse."

"Can you build a house with these?" Eleanor expressed doubt.

"Of course." Nora said, "A frame structure is more than enough."

"I've finished digesting my extraordinary abilities!" Paige's voice suddenly sounded, obviously with the help of Medea's telepathic communication, "I'm going to level 2, and I'll start refining the magic potion now!"

So the two girls immediately ran back to the house - just like elementary school students who heard that their classmates had obtained the best materials while playing Monster Hunter, they happily came to the third floor to watch the fun. I saw that Medea had already set up a disposable crucible, and Peggy was pounding the Eden fruit in the mortar with a stone pestle.

"It's almost done like this." Peggy said. Nora leaned over and took a look. It was not juice at all. It was almost pulpy.

"Is it okay for you to come by yourself?" Nora said with a guilty conscience, "How about waiting for Aske to come back and let him refine the potion with his own hands, to be safer?"

"No need." It was Medea who answered. Her injuries have not fully healed, and her face is still as pale as gold paper, but she has some vitality at least. "I am also your transcendent senior, okay? Refining level 1 magic potion is not a big deal for me. There’s no difficulty.”

As she spoke, she set up a filter paper funnel, poured the pulp paste in the mortar into it, and followed it with a crucible below. About 100ml of juice soon accumulated. Then she added a spoonful of Corfu olive oil to it and stirred clockwise. stand up.

"Next, add a little ferrous oxide powder." Medea stared at the potion formula, pinched a pinch of ferrous oxide powder and put it in, "Stir counterclockwise and mix evenly..."

Soon the liquid in the crucible became as red as blood, water was not like water, and oil was not like oil. It glowed with a certain seductive luster, making the girls around them feel hungry just by looking at it.

"Hold it, hold it." Medea said this, swallowed, and finally held her nose and poured in the golden-striped leech meat paste. Then the liquid was quickly absorbed by the meat paste, and gradually turned into a soft liquid. A ball of "mud".

"Eat quickly." Medea scooped up the mud and put it on a white porcelain plate, "otherwise I'm afraid you'll spit it out."

Peggy swallowed the mud in one gulp, and her lips immediately turned bright red. Her canine teeth began to protrude from her lips, her irises were dyed red, and the pores all over her body opened, releasing red and faint blood. Suddenly she grabbed her throat and twitched all over.

"Potions of different sequences are starting to conflict!" Medea said with a frown.

"What should we do?" Nora said anxiously. She wanted to treat Paige, but she was afraid that using her extraordinary powers would accelerate her loss of control.

"Wait for now." Medea said seriously, "Flesh and life stealing are not highly conflicting heterogeneous sequences. As long as Paige's flesh and blood I has been digested, the possibility of losing control should not be high."

Although there was no hesitation in her tone, her eyes were staring directly at Paige. I saw that Peggy was almost turning into a bloody person. She pressed her abdomen hard with her left hand, and held her throat with her right hand as if she wanted to vomit. However, she clenched her teeth tightly and could not vomit out. She could only roll on the ground in pain.

Countless flesh buds bulged and moved on the skin all over her body, as if there were thousands of maggots buried inside. They would mutate into terrifying monsters in the next second, and everyone could not help but feel fear for a while.

After a few minutes, the changes in Paige finally subsided. She curled up hunched over, panting heavily, and the red blood around her body was sucked back into her body.

"I...I succeeded." She said weakly, "Stealing life...I am now level 2."