From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Your Highness Ivan, your move can indeed effectively avoid unnecessary fighting between the two sides, thereby preserving each other's strength to fight against the northern barbarians and sea barbarians..."

At this time, a bearded soldier commander holding a helmet spoke and said in a solemn tone.

"But will the rebels agree to your proposal?"

"No need to worry." The tall and muscular second prince smiled lightly. "As early as when the armistice agreement was signed, I sent an envoy to negotiate with Joseph Sigamali, the Lord of Longdong City..."

"They didn't want their warriors to suffer too much, so they readily agreed to use a 'Battle Ceremony' to decide the outcome of this war."

"That's it." The bearded soldier nodded and said.

Immediately, everyone started talking.

Rather than going to war and sending troops to attack the rebellious city-states, more than half of them preferred the plan of His Highness the Second Prince.

There are two hundred city-states in the Doro Kingdom, and rebels occupy a quarter of them. Based on the number of the opponent's city-states, both sides only need to send a hundred warriors each to fight in a battle.

This loss is completely acceptable.

What's more, everyone here has great confidence in their own warriors. It may be difficult for the rebels to take the lead in the "Klein Colosseum" and win the war.

"Your Highness Ivan, please tell me, do we already have candidates for the two warriors from King Klein City who will participate in the war?"

Texel, who was standing next to Gilan, asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, everyone also looked at the second prince, who was bathing in the sunshine on the high platform.

Ivan took a deep look at Texel and nodded.

"Of course we have a candidate," he said calmly. "Since I personally proposed this plan, I should also express it... My father and brother have left one after another. I am afraid some people will question the strength of my royal family."

The second prince paused for a moment and then said:

"So I decided to send two members of the royal family as warriors to participate in this 'battle ceremony'."

"Idrissa, Ilig, are you two willing to fight for my royal family, Klein?"

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed.

The two young men standing in the royal family were both startled, and then their faces turned pale and they broke out in cold sweat.

In an instant, the scene fell into silence.

Because the two people named by Ivan were his brothers, the third prince and the fourth prince.

Everyone looked at each other and seemed to have guessed His Highness Ivan's plan...

Logically speaking, when the eldest prince died of illness, Ivan Klein, as the second heir, should inherit the throne.

But he was obviously merciless, and was prepared to eliminate the only two remaining "competitors" without giving any chance to ensure that he would 100% become the King of Doro.

On the other hand, His Majesty Augustus died on the front leg, and the eldest prince died of illness immediately afterwards. It was really strange... but everyone present was not stupid and did not question this.

Even if they knew that His Highness the Second Prince did it, what could they do? What's more, there is no evidence yet!

"Brother Wang, you..."

Third Prince Idrissa gritted his teeth and spoke with a trembling voice, a hint of pleading in his tone.

Unexpectedly, Ivan turned around, stared at his two brothers, and asked:

"What? You don't want to fight for my royal family? Do you want me to take action personally..."

Ivan said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Also...even though I will succeed to the throne, if I die in the Colosseum, you can also become the king."

"No, Brother Wang."

The fourth prince Yilig quickly explained.

"It's just that our talents are mediocre and our weapons are sparse. If we join the war, we may embarrass our father..."

"No, you will embarrass your father if you don't go."

Ivan's tone was indifferent.

"Outsiders will only say that the Klein royal family is greedy for life and afraid of death. I am afraid they have lost their fearless spirit and glory."

Hearing this, both Idrissa and Ilig turned pale. They know that once they join the war, they may not be able to come back alive...

While everyone remained silent.

A deep male voice sounded:

"Your Highness Ivan, I volunteer to participate in the 'Battle Ceremony' and enter the 'Klein Colosseum' to fight on behalf of the two princes."

When everyone heard the sound and looked around, they saw a handsome man with wheat complexion, strong muscles and perfect body shape, taking a step forward.

This man is none other than the commander of the First Corps, Tesser Eugene.

"Texel." Ivan looked down at the man with an impatient tone. "Although you are good at martial arts, why should you fight on behalf of the royal family?"

"I know you were close to Idrissa and Ilig in the past, but this is not the time for you to show off your power, stand down!"

Texel said nothing, did not retreat or refute, he just raised his head and stared at the second prince on the high platform.

When Ivan saw this, his expression became even colder.

"Your Highness, there is something that should not be said. After all, it involves the secrets of the Klein royal family..."

At this time, among the red-robed priests in the "Scar Cathedral", the rickety old man at the head suddenly spoke.

On his wrinkled face, his eyes narrowed, and his cloudy eyes flashed with an inexplicable look.

"But for the sake of the future of the Doro Kingdom, maybe I should speak out."

"Oh?" Ivan turned around and said in a slower tone: "High Priest Atela, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."

"Texel Eugene actually has the blood of the Klein royal family. He is the illegitimate son left behind by the late King Augustus..."

the high priest hissed.

"When he was still a baby, he failed the examination at the 'Scar Cathedral' and was abandoned in the valley because of his weak body, but was taken in and raised by Priest Filippo."

"No one expected that a baby who was supposed to live for only a few months would have such a great talent and will... Not only has he grown up healthily, but he has also gained a good martial arts and even became the first legion commander of my Doro Kingdom."

"We all misjudged him..."

High Priest Atlas said with emotion and shook his head.

Everyone present was shocked when they heard his words.

Captain Tessell...

Is he also a prince? !

Ivan, who was standing on the high platform, froze.

He looked incredible and stared at Tessell.

Even Tessell himself, his pupils shrank.

No one present doubted the words of the high priest.

Because the 'Scar Cathedral' is the state religion, its status is equal to that of the royal family. As the high priest, Atlas has a very high prestige and it is impossible for him to tell such a big lie.

"It turns out that he is my fellow brother..."

Ivan suddenly laughed.

He spread his arms and spoke in a friendly tone.

"Tsaisel, I'm very happy to hear this news. Then you will replace your two brothers and participate in the "Battle Ceremony". I believe that with your ability, it will be easy to win the championship and win glory for my Klein royal family."

"When you return victorious, I will personally crown you and award you the title and grant you the territory!"

Although he said so, Gilan was still keenly aware of the vigilance and fear flashing in Ivan's eyes.

It is obvious that Tsaisel is a greater threat to Ivan's position than the third and fourth princes.

'Ivan will never let Tsaisel go easily in this "Battle Ceremony". He will definitely interfere and strangle him in the Colosseum. '

Gilan said secretly.

Tsaisel was still shocked by his life experience. He responded without emotion:

"Yes, Your Highness Ivan."

"By the way..." The second prince thought of something again and looked around. "According to the rules, Klein has to send two candidates, and you, Tsel, only have one."

Ivan turned around, smiling.

"Idrissa, Ilig, why don't you discuss who will go on stage with Tsel?"

The third prince and the fourth prince looked at each other, and they were both ashamed.

They didn't want to die, but they didn't want to frame each other.

"I volunteer to follow Sergeant Tsel on stage."

At this time, Gilan stepped forward and walked to Tsel's side. The latter looked at him in surprise.

"You are..." Ivan raised his eyebrows, and the impatience in his eyes became stronger. "The deputy sergeant of the First Corps, Gilan Ilos?"

He couldn't understand. He originally just wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate his two younger brothers, but there were always people who took the initiative to jump out and disrupt his plan.

Forget about Tsel. Since he has Klein's blood, he must be a threat to his position. It would be best to send him out and die.

But this unknown guy actually came to get involved?

"Gilan and I grew up together and are as close as brothers. He is also very strong."

At this time, Tissell looked directly at Ivan on the high platform and said loudly.

"I believe that the two of us can fight against the heroes in the "Battle Ceremony" and finally win the championship for Klein!"

"For the victory of this war, Gilan and I will go all out!"

Ivan was silent for a few seconds and finally smiled.

"In this case, I wish you a successful start..."

Hearing this, the third and fourth princes breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads as if they were saved.

At the same time, the two of them cast grateful eyes at Tissell and Gilan.

…

…

Three days later.

Doro Kingdom, the capital of Klein.

Near the palace hall, a magnificent huge circular building gathered more than 60% of the residents of the royal city.

There were also many Doro people from other city-states.

Tens of thousands of men and women gathered in the "Klein Colosseum", which was almost full.

In the scene of boiling, countless eyes fell on the center of the Colosseum, where two hundred sturdy men were standing on the open space.

These were the strong men selected by the various city-states from both the Kingdom and the rebels. They only competed for the championship and won the war.

Gillan and Tessell were among them.

‘Those who can come to participate in the “Battle Festival” are not simple...’

Gillan looked around and observed the other contestants.

He opened his spiritual vision and combined the “guidance prompts” to judge the strength of these people. In the end, he found that the weakest ones were all super-limited.

There were many mysterious people who had already embarked on the “Fire Sword Road”, but they were all spiral shells and grew in the flesh.

‘There are 22 long-lived people, and the spirituality of several people is not clear. They should be like Tessell, belonging to the 5th level...’

Gillan’s eyes condensed.

‘The Kingdom of Duoluo is indeed full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and it deserves the reputation of the country of warriors. ’

In the front row of the audience seats, the Klein royal family, the captains and corporals of each regiment, the kingdom's ministers, celebrities, and the city lords of other city-states have all taken their seats.

Everyone is looking forward to this grand fight.

To witness the end of the civil strife and Ivan Klein's ascension to the throne.

Ivan, surrounded by the high priest Atlas and several ministers, walked to the stone platform extending from the audience seats of the Colosseum and looked down at the two hundred warriors below.

He explained the rules loudly, and encouraged everyone in the tone of a king, and then announced the start of the battle.

The "Battle Ceremony" is divided into three rounds.

The first round is a melee.

The melee lasts for half an hour, and the survivors participate in the second round.

The second round is a beast fight.

The contestants fight with the released beasts together, and there are restrictions on weapons and armor. The final survivor will enter the third round.

The last round is a single fight.

Two people are randomly selected to fight one-on-one, and the cycle repeats until the final champion is selected.

The rules are clear and straightforward.

Accompanied by a huge bell ringing throughout the Colosseum-

Dang! !

Tens of thousands of men and women in the audience shouted excitedly, and even stood up and waved their fists.

"Kill!!"

In an instant, on the field, two hundred strong men dispersed, and formed groups of two with their companions, while defending and dodging, looking for a good target.

"Gilan, let's go over there."

Tissell patted Gilan on the shoulder, pointed in a direction, and then walked away without looking back.

Gilan looked in the direction he pointed.

That was the lower right corner of the Colosseum, under a nearly ten-meter-high wall, there was an open space.

"Okay." Gilan simply replied and followed closely.

During this process, he had quietly turned on the "crazy owl state" and always maintained his strongest state.

The two of them were one in front and one behind, as fast as lightning.

But during this process, two men from the other team cut in halfway and attacked with a cold face.

One of the opponents held two big swords, and the other held a long-handled axe, without restraining his murderous intent.

Tissell was in front of Gilan, bearing the brunt of the attack.

But he had no intention of stopping at all. He swung the round shield on his left arm, blocked the big sword with a clang, and then stabbed out with a spear in his right hand.

There was a sharp whistle.

Jilan only saw a blurry afterimage, and then found that the opponent who was holding two big swords had been stabbed in the throat by Tessell.

This level 3 "warrior" was killed instantly by Tessell!

At the same time, the other man's long-handled axe spun and danced, and swept across.

Jilan stepped forward, stabbed out with the sword of laughter in his hand, and accurately hit the side of the axe.

Ding! !

Sparks burst out, and the face of the axe-wielding man changed.

The rapier actually stopped his big axe? !

And the terrifying force coming from it made him unbelievable, and his hands were numb!

Jilan shook his wrist, and with a flower basket cross sword, he pushed the man's axe away.

He took a step forward, his figure flashed, and his long golden red hair was raised, like a sunset glow.

Whoosh--Puff!

Jilan swept across the man's body, and the sword in his hand had pierced the opponent's eyebrows, throat, and heart at the same time in the blink of an eye.

The axe-wielding man fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

Jilan quickly attacked and touched the bodies of the two blockers one after another. The colored numbers in his eyes jumped twice, from the bottom of "10" to "178".