The Black Scepter

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In the Holy Gabriel Empire, the city of Hera is the territory of Lord Count Thor Crest. As a city with three cardinals, the rights here are as horrible as wealth, and politics and religion are listed in a certain place in Holy Gabriel. In terms of angles, the meanings are almost the same, but there is still a shadow under the Holy Light, not to mention this noble rank in the largest city in the empire?

After the three cardinals who took charge of everything on the bright surface suddenly passed away, the entertainment business for the nobles in the city of Hera was much more popular than usual. The empire is an aristocratic empire. This sentence works in Byzantium, but In Gabriel, perhaps it should be changed-"Empire is an empire of **** sticks and nobles."

Although there is no cardinal in town for a while, the city will not be in a mess, but the nobles who usually need to pretend to pray can finally go out and have fun outside. Naturally, several undisclosed places in the east side of the city ushered in A consumer boom.

Viscount Rose is in a good mood today. At least the woman he has been thinking about for a long time is finally willing to step on the carriage with the emblem of the martini. Although the relationship does not progress as fast as a lonely young woman, she runs directly in the carriage, but Anyway, this is the first step for this beautiful lady.

The "Goddess" in the eyes of this Viscount Rose is a beautiful lady who has recently gained fame in the aristocratic circle of Hera City. She has unimaginable fair skin and a pair of blurred eyes that nearly half of the aristocratic circle fell-Irindal She called herself this way, claiming to be from the Fording Empire, and never publicly displaying her emblem, but no one doubted whether her lineage was pure, because her words and deeds were even more than the elder aristocrats inherited from the Fording Empire for ten generations. standard. Of course, Hera’s nobles are naturally not naive enough to respect and trust one’s words and deeds. What’s more is that this beautiful woman who has recently appeared in the Hera noble circle has an enviable family background. The profile confirms the identity of the noble lady and the status of the family behind him—after all, it is impossible for ordinary nobles to guard with a team of high-level swordsmen.

The Viscount Rose did not feel that he easily lifted the skirt of the goddess of luck. For women, he has always liked the challenging role, and the one in front of him is naturally one of the prey, but the viscera with rich experience is of course clear. The woman is not a good role to deal with, so the first time after the Cardinal’s death, he exhausted his tongue to persuade the lady who came from the Fording Empire to the Holy Gabriel Empire and allegedly "distracted" came The most "stimulating" entertainment venue in Hera City.

For nobles who have never been on the battlefield, the excitement of blood and violence is far more refreshing than spending a lot of money-and when the two are combined together, it is even more rushing.

"The Tekken Arena", an entertainment venue secretly supported by Lord Thor and having a good relationship with the Holy See. It has been operating under the eyes of the three cardinals for many years* and has not been banned. The important reason is that a lot of heretics can be obtained to increase the achievements of the Hera’s referee branch, and they can quietly execute some obstructers who are not executed on the surface, so they have not called too much criticism, as A layer of paper, no one will pierce and be safe.

The luxury carriage wobbled slightly when passing through a slum area where the road was not stable. Viscount Rose sat in the luxury carriage and looked at the opposite side of Irindal. He was very lamented by the impeccable manner and the crazy weapon in his chest. ", but the expression is as calm as before.

"There is something in the Fordine Empire, there is Hera, but there is no one in the Fordine Empire. There will also be here."

In his thirties, he was so handsome, and his words were gentle and masculine. It was indeed a standard lady killer, except that the flashes of light that flashed from time to time could not conceal his inner desires.

"I am looking forward."

The woman named Irindal nodded gently and smiled without too much expression. His face was pure, but with a touch of charm. Those eyes were so charming that even when he got off the train, Viscount Rose Look directly, for fear of getting caught in it.

Purple eyes, maybe only the ancient nobles of the Fording Empire?

Viscount Ross gently twisted the ring with the family emblem, lamenting that his family is really too thin.

The carriage stopped gently, the wooden door of the carriage opened, and the already-carved carpet extended to the main entrance of the arena. This style was obviously specially arranged for Eindhar. The latter was neither surprised nor indifferent. The dripping water, gently stepped down, elegant posture, but ignored the Viscount Rose who stretched out his hand to help.

Lord Viscount naturally won't feel annoyed by his face. Isn't it the best way to cook frogs in warm water to deal with women?

The decoration of the Tekken Arena’s facade is not weaker than that of the highest-ranking hotels in the city of Hera, and even more so-the quaint white marble pillars have the style of the ancient Siga imperial temple, and a slightly incomplete statue of the statue is placed behind the door. On both sides of the corridor, if someone reports, it will definitely be ruled as "heretic worship", but the nobles like this nostalgic tone-the heritage, the older the better, this is the inherent idea of ​​the new aristocracy, as if because of coming This dirty arena can be noble itself.

"The room has been arranged for you, Lord Viscount."

The butler stepped back in time and looked at the two people who walked into the high-level box. Hesitated for a moment, but said nothing, and the loyal guard was outside the door.

The small-sized private room is located in the best viewing area of ​​the arena. It is decorated with heavy sandalwood and Far East camel hair rugs. The room is almost completely sealed except for the glass windows used for observation, eliminating the interference of the noisy sounds around it-and watching the night game alone The cost will be thousands of gold coins, and the sale of gold caves is indeed worthy of the name. Compared with the price of Morpheus’s dozen silver coins coming in to sell his life, it is a world of difference.

The reason why the recent registration price of this arena has plummeted is naturally for a reason-if the arena had something that attracted attention, the Viscount Ross would not rush to bring here with Ilyndal who has just met Kinds of places.

"Today's project is absolutely new, Ms. Irindal, I think you will be satisfied with everything that Hera brought."

Gently opening a bottle of ice-wine wine from the Gizaco estate, Viscount Rose tilted his head, looking at the first "victims" slowly entering the arena, and said softly.

"Is it the glory of ants that defeated elephants, or the brutality of dragons crushing mortals?"

Ilyndal, who was tall and not much shorter than Viscount Rose, murmured at the slightly conspicuous figure on the ground.

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In fact, the registration fee for the Tekken Arena was five gold coins a round three months ago, and one more gold coin will be required for each additional round. Until the victory, one percent of the total bet will be won.

A knight-to-knight battle may end up with only seven or eight thousand gold bets, because this dull duel is too boring in the Gabriel Empire, but if it becomes three knights, one will be arrested from a wild land The barbarian, then the amount will be up to five or six times.

If at the center of the field are the beastized half-man and the almost extinct elves that have not been seen on the mainland battlefield for many years, the estimated 1% of the bet of the winner of the light can be equal to the entire territory owned by the baron Annual income!

Profitable and tempting, but it also requires qualifications and skills to get it. When Murphy approached the backstage of the arena, he saw all the corpses and half-dead wounded people who were carried out-the arena is not responsible for such registration. The guys who came to be cannon fodder paid for treatment. They would only pay for the "ruthless characters" they raised, but would not give others a point.

With all interests first, Murphy naturally understands what his current role is-ants, or ants who spend money to voluntarily let others step on them.

In the dirty and narrow corridors, Murphys was full of people in front of and behind him—differently dressed, with strange tastes, and one by one belonged to the wandering swordsman who could not be mixed, or put his life on this so-called competition "Gambler", in which, Murphy felt only one emotion.

Decisive.

This is a crueler thing than on the battlefield. It costs money to die, and the world is really ridiculous.

"The first batch! Twelve people! Enter the next round alive!"

A rude shout came in front of him. Murphys only felt a few being pushed, and he and the remaining eleven were pushed down into the first batch of preparation rooms-a huge iron cage.

The gloomy light was mixed with **** smell.

Before long, another door of the cage was opened, and the twelve people instinctively gathered into a fighting circle and slowly walked out.

The round arena is 500 square meters square, the fine sand is covered with the ground, the **** smell is lingering, and even some internal organs can still be seen on the ground, surrounded by the grandstand but the audience can not see the stands-noble We hid behind the glass and experienced the **** stimulation behind the mask as usual.

Opposite the twelve people, a suffocating figure walked out slowly.

At the moment of raising his gaze, Murphy straightened his hair, and immediately understood why the price of registration for three consecutive days was getting lower and lower!

In this world, it is already the consensus of all humans that World of Warcraft will use elemental skills, will use deadly venom, and possess a powerful human body. www.wuxiaspot.com~ But for certain powerful humanoid species that exist in the world, Such as the Sun Elves, Dark Elves, Beastized Half-Man, etc., Murphy did not have a deep understanding, but the big guys appearing at the moment really made him understand that there are indeed some "half **** relics" that humans can't imagine.

Kekelops, after being translated from the ancient Sicilian language, is now a powerful creature called "Cyclops"!

With a height of more than eight meters, a muscular muscle is as explosive as the sculptures of the gods in the arena corridor. A huge wooden stick inlaid with hundreds of dense iron needles in his hand seems to be made of a whole tree. The deterrent force and attack range are so desperate!

"Roar--"

The face is ugly, and the giant with only one huge eyeball roars up in the sky, lifting the stick in his hand like a demonstration and smashing it down to the ground!

"Boom!"

The whole arena is shaking!

This kind of thing should only exist in mythology-this is everyone's only thought.

Shocked, shocked.

Without a fight, the outcome is almost decided.

Twelve people, mostly swordsmen with long swords, archers with a bow on their backs, and assassins in leather armor with short swords on their waists, but at this moment no one could have a "battle" in their minds Thoughts.

Human fear comes from the unknown. No one knows what to do next when facing this giant who has almost never appeared on the mainland.

Twelve people, standing in a small circle, looked at the giant who slowly came up with the wooden stick, like a frightened animal, at a loss.

In the end, a figure rushed out of the team.

It was the shortest among the twelve people, wearing a sackcloth, wearing a hood, holding a dagger with strange patterns in his hand, and when everyone was shrouded in fear, he rushed out of the team first.

Going forward.