Heroes of Silver Moon

"Sit all, sit all, what are you doing standing up?" Followed by three nobles, the old king, surrounded by a group of royal guards, walked towards the viewing platform with hearty laughter.

"Everyone sit down," walked to their seats, and the old king greeted everyone to sit down.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Seeing the old king calling them to sit down and standing up, everyone responded with smiles on their faces.

"Oremir, let them start!" After calling everyone to sit down, the old king sat down immediately, and then said to a royal minister next to him.

Auremir is the Minister of Internal Affairs of the royal family, and he is in charge of today's arena performance.

"Yes, Your Majesty." A royal minister next to the old king quickly stood up, saluted the old king respectfully, and then retreated.

"Your Majesty, have a taste of the fine wine from Shakes Manor." After the royal minister left, the old king picked up the wine that was on the table next to him, and poured a glass for the Pope with a smile.

"Oh, then I have to taste it." When he heard that it was wine from Shakes Manor, the Pope also smiled and took the wine handed over by the old king.

The Shakes Manor is a manor run by the royal family. The best wine in the Silver Moon Kingdom comes from there. Although the Pope doesn't like drinking very much, it is not easy to refuse the old king's kindness.

"Dong dong dong", three loud drumming sounds, all the audience's eyes were attracted to the arena. They knew that the annual good show was about to begin.

"Distinguished guests, today's gladiatorial performance is about to begin, let us welcome the first one, Kuaisword - Zilut, against, orc warrior - Kukuda"

The impassioned words of the host instantly ignited the cheers of the audience in the arena.

The gates on both sides of the arena opened, and a yellow and emaciated orc with chained feet, gloomy eyes, and a rusty scimitar slowly walked out from the gates on the right side of the arena.

He first glanced at the audience in the auditorium with angry eyes, then suppressed his anger, and locked his eyes on the gate on the other side.

At the gate on the left side of the arena, after the orc warrior walked out of the gate, a human warrior with a long sword, wearing leather armor and scars all over his body came out with a smile on his face.

"Quick sword-Zilut, with a quick sword, beheaded eleven orc warriors in this arena;

Orc warrior-Kukuda, a veteran of the arena, is the only orc who has survived in the arena for three years. Let us wait and see who can leave here alive today! "

After both parties entered the arena, the host followed the usual practice and introduced the two parties who were about to divide life and death to the audience in the arena.

On the viewing stand, Simon listened to the host's introduction, and looked at the orc warrior curiously. About orcs, he had only read about orcs in books before, and he had heard others describe them. This was the first time he had seen a real orc.

Pointy ears, brown-gray skin, and fierce face, very much like the orcs Simon had seen in Blue Star's "Lord of the Rings" movie.

Milani and Irina next to Simon, after the old king arrived, pretended to be calm and sat in their seats without saying a word.

And at this moment when the wrestling started, the two of them stared nervously at the arena, as if they would miss the exciting part in the blink of an eye.

Simon originally wanted to ask some questions about the orcs, but now the nervous expressions of the two made Simon feel embarrassed to ask, so he had no choice but to focus on the field.

After the fighters from both sides entered the arena, the host also stopped to explain, and handed over the entire arena to the audience, allowing them to cheer and insult.

Kukuda was wearing only one layer of single clothes sewn from animal fur, holding a scimitar in his right hand that had been with him for many years, and silently confronted the human warrior in front of him.

Zilut was wearing a leather armor and holding a bright long sword in both hands. He also looked cautiously, looking at the orc in front of him.

Neither of the two sides spoke. As fighters in the arena, they clearly knew that in the arena, any words were invalid.

Because, once entering this arena, it is destined that only one person can get out alive.

With a light blue grudge floating on his body, Qilut held a long sword in both hands, and took the lead in slashing towards Ku Kuda.

And Kukuda was not afraid at all, with a pale golden fighting spirit emerging from his body, holding a scimitar in his right hand, standing on the spot, ready to meet this human being.

Generally speaking, most fighters' grudges are non-attributed. For example, Ku Kuda's light golden grudge is the standard non-attributed warrior's grudge.

However, there are always exceptions to everything. Dou Qi is an application of magic power, and magic power itself is divided into attributes.

The light cyan grudge ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ emerging from Qilut's body is the wind grudge derived from the magical elements of the air system.

The advantage of this kind of wind-type grudge is that it explodes quickly and moves quickly, but the disadvantage is that it is not durable enough and has insufficient stamina.

If the fighting spirit is fully erupted and the enemy is not killed, then the enemy can only be pushed to the ground and beaten.

The non-attribute vindictiveness in Kukuda is characterized by no shortcomings, and its comprehensiveness is relatively good, but its comprehensiveness is relatively good, which means it has no strengths.

Seeing the orc warrior on the opposite side, Qilut stood on the spot and waited for it, so on the way of charging, he swung his long sword directly, and three sharp wind blades slashed towards Kukuda.

He had to disturb Ku Kuda's figure before he could engage in close combat with Ku Kuda.

Otherwise, with his frivolous wind-type grudge, he would be directly grasped by the opponent and take the initiative to fight against Ku Kuda, who is ready to fight.

Facing the oncoming three wind blades, Ku Kuda's eyes were firm and fearless, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless.

On the scimitar in his right hand, pale golden fighting spirit floated, and Kukuda blocked it calmly. The two wind blades that were about to hit him, and another wind blade brushed his cheek, drawing a line that was not deep and not deep. shallow wounds.

Red blood flowed down Ku Kuda's cheeks, but Ku Kuda didn't care at all, still staring at the human warrior rushing towards him.

"Damn it," Qi Lute cursed secretly in his heart when he saw that three battle qi were wasted, but they had no effect at all.

Then when he was about to rush in front of Ku Kuda, he immediately turned around and opened the distance with Ku Kuda again.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the audience in the arena booed after seeing the mighty Qilut, who finally came to an anticlimax.