Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 642 65

Skilled combat experience allowed Sartre to correctly guess the strength of the Roman cavalry. Google search reading

After a brief moment, the men fell back on their backs, and the leprechauns roared and slashed at the fallen knight with their sabers.

However, there was a clanking sound of gold and iron hitting each other, and the knight whose body was covered in hard plate armor did not suffer any harm.

It is conceivable that the leprechauns will be greeted by a massacre.

Seeing this, even though this was Sartre's first time watching a gladiatorial performance, he could smell a hint of performance.

But the fanatical Roman nobles around him didn't care so much.

The main reason why gladiatorial activities have continued in Rome for thousands of years is that this activity is always tied to gambling. Anyone who lives in this country can tell you a few examples of people who made a fortune in one day in the arena.

After connecting the hard-earned gold coins to the samurai dueling on the field, no one will ask whether the fall was a fair and just game, and whether there was any script or secret deal in it.

As long as their bets can be returned, the crazy spectators don't care what method the samurai uses to win.

The desire for money has washed away all semblance of civilization among citizens.

Facing the heavily armed Roman cavalry, the leprechauns wearing thin leather armor resisted for a few symbolic moments before turning into corpses lying in the yellow sand one after another.

After all the demi-humans were dead, only one of the 26 Roman knights was killed, and the remaining 25 turned over and shook off the blood on their swords, just about to get back on their horses.

The free warriors hiding behind the leprechaun array began to launch a second round of charge.

The leader was a strong man who was over 2 meters tall and as big as a mountain of meat.

He wore a set of steel armor forged from fine steel, and held two heavy pumpkin hammers as tall as one person in his hands. Dong Dong Dong ran forward with all his strength, the big man picked up the golden hammer and threw a heavily armored knight into the sky.

The heavily armed knight was chopped into pieces by heavy hammers like juicy fruit in mid-air. The bloody scene in front of them caused a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

The gladiatorial activities had been going on for so many years, and most Roman citizens knew that behind the bloody battles, casinos run by underground forces were behind them.

The only reason casinos got involved in the gladiatorial business was because there was a lot of money to be made.

They need to artificially create some upsets from time to time, so as to attract more people to throw their hard-earned gold and silver to the unpopular team with a generous mentality.

In this way, various myths of getting rich overnight are created.

It is for this reason that the gladiator lords recruited a considerable number of free warriors.

For gladiators, if they can keep winning, they will gain prestige and fame at an exaggerated speed.

For a long time, they will become the objects of conversation among Roman citizens.

Whether they make money in the future or enter a noble's mansion to become a staff member, their future destiny will be completely changed.

Although the casualty rate in the arena is as high as 90%, a large number of freedom warriors still sign up to compete every year.

They knew in their hearts that after entering the competition, they would face long-established and popular players, even previous champions. All the warriors who signed up for the competition had the mentality of defeating the strong with the weak, and using the small to make the big.

Their courage is given by the powerful power within them.

These guys are by no means freeloaders.

When the cavalry charged, all the free warriors hid behind the leprechauns. This is not cowardice, but in the arena, there is only one chance to take action.

Relying on this group of demi-humans with limited intelligence as a cushion, the freedom warriors can quickly judge the strength of the group of subordinates led by Zendaya who fell to the ground, where their weaknesses are, and how to win.

While the Roman knights tried to mount, the Freelancers began to charge.

Sartre in the stands shook his head slightly.

What happened before me was like a rabbit with nowhere to escape in the forest launching a desperate charge against the wolves.

In desperate situations, all creatures will burst out with indomitable momentum.

But this cannot make up for the huge gap in strength.

Sartre spent most of his life fighting one battle after another. Whether it was beasts, monsters, or chosen monks, the eternal standard for measuring the strength of an individual was the psychic energy fluctuations emanating from the body.

Although most of the freedom warriors are chosen by God, judging from the momentum of their attacks and the timing of their attacks, most of them have considerable combat experience.

Especially the big man holding two hammers is even more talented.

But this still cannot make up for the major gap in strength.

In the underworld, years of brutal fighting with undead sword cultivators have made Sartre extremely sensitive to psychic fluctuations.

If he closed his eyes at this moment, he could feel the condensed light pillars emitting from the bodies of more than twenty Roman cavalry, which was the surging power of holy light.

The spiritual strength is enough to form a crushing force, plus the skilled cooperation formed by long-term team operations. Even if Sartre himself leads the Viking pirates, he must be careful to seek opportunities when facing such a group of enemies.

The freedom warriors rushed forward in such a swarm, it was almost like they were given nothing.

Looking out of the corner of his eye towards the edge of the field again, Red Blood Pigeon was no longer in his original hidden position.

He was the only one among all the gladiators who did not emit any psychic energy fluctuations from his body at this time. After searching with his eyes for a long time, Sartre finally found Lei hiding his whole body behind an inconspicuous mound. Virtue.

Among all the spectators who entered the arena, perhaps he was the only one who set his sights on Red, who was like a field mouse.

I have to say that hiding myself was the right decision.

In the case of serious imbalance in strength, charging can only mean faster death.

The desperate charge of the free warriors pushed the atmosphere of the duel to the climax. After getting close to the Roman cavalry, a variety of divine power burst out instantly, including ice cones and fireballs, and fierce and primitive hand-to-hand confrontations broke out in the gladiatorial arena with broad swords and holy light.

"Cut them! Chop them to death!"

"See, our great hero Zendaya is now a god."

Amidst the shouts and shouts, the freedom warriors fell one after another. Although the Roman knights under Zendaya also suffered casualties, they were always able to form an array and rely on each other to protect each other.

"There is no suspense anymore. It seems that this scene will be over soon."

Gulaul, who was sitting next to Sartre, murmured to himself, while Sartre was still lost in thought.

As Loki's most trusted companion, he knew that his brother would never miss the opportunity to find Gelin.

But is this man off the court really Ge Lin's son?

Maybe they are just slightly similar in appearance?

There were many moments when he wanted to jump into the field and save the Viking boy. But now Sartre is no longer the ignorant Viking villager he was more than ten years ago. In the Colosseum in Constantinople, such behavior in the presence of Michael III was enough to cause disputes between kingdoms.

In a brief moment of hesitation, all the free warriors in the arena fell.

There was only one black-skinned warrior left standing calmly.