Black Scepter Chapter 3: Kekelops

If you change today, you have to go to school to change your thesis, write a summary of the university, and change tomorrow!

I didn’t expect things to be so tedious after the defense, but it’s a lot easier, thank you for your support and understanding!

Beginning red tickets and collections, thanks!

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The city of Hera is in the sacred Gabriel empire's territory, Lord Count Cres. As a city with three Cardinals, the rights here are as horrible as wealth, and politics and religion are listed in the sacred Gabriel. In a certain sense, the meaning is 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 sudden death of the three Cardinals who were in charge of everything on the surface, 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 Byzantine. 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, there are several undisclosed places in the east of the city. A consumer boom.

The Viscount Ross 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 will not progress as fast as the lonely young woman in the carriage. In the end, but fortunately, this is the first step for this beautiful lady.

The "Goddess" in the eyes of the 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 almost half of the aristocratic circle fell into- Eindal, she calls herself this way, claiming to be from the Fording Empire, and has never publicly displayed her emblem, but no one doubts whether her lineage is pure, because her words and deeds are even older than the tenth generation of the Fording Empire. The nobility needs standards. 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 this one is naturally one of the prey, but the viscera with rich experience Of course, it is clear that the woman in front of him is not a good role to deal with, so in the first time after the death of Cardinal, he exhausted his tongue to persuade the lady who came from the Fording Empire to the Holy Gabriel Empire and allegedly "distracted" came To the most "stimulating" entertainment venue in Hera City.

For the 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.

"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 Cardinal under the eyes* for three years. The important reason for banning is that there can be many heretics to increase the achievements of the Hera’s referee branch, and they can quietly execute some obstructors who are not executed on the surface, so they have not called too much criticism. It's like a layer of paper, and everyone can be safe without breaking through.

The luxury carriage wobbled slightly when passing through a slum area where the road was not smooth. Viscount Rose sat in the luxury carriage and looked at the opposite Ilyndal, lamenting the opponent’s impeccable manners and breasts. The "murder weapon", but the expression is as calm as before.

"Something in the Fording Empire, some in Hera, but not in the Fording Empire, there will be here."

Over thirty years old, he was so handsome, and his words were gentle and masculine. It was indeed a standard lady killer, except that the flash of light that his eyes flashed from time to time could not conceal his inner desire.

"I am looking forward to it."

The woman named Irindal nodded gently and smiled, without too much expression, his face was pure, but with a touch of charm, the eyes were so charming that when he got off the car, Viscount Rose Not daring to look directly, for fear of getting caught in it.

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

The Viscount Rose 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 carpeted carpet extended to the main entrance of the arena. This style was obviously specially arranged for Irindal, the latter was neither surprised nor Cold, expressionless, and gently stepped down, elegant posture, but ignored the Viscount Rose who stretched out his hand to help.

Master Viscount naturally doesn’t feel annoyed by being smitten. Isn’t it the best way to cook frogs in warm water against women?

The facade of the Tekken Arena is not weaker than 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 Empire temple, and a slightly incomplete statue sculpture On both sides of the corridor after entering the door, if someone reports it, it will be ruled as "heretic worship", but the nobles really like this nostalgic tone-the heritage, the older the better, this is the inherent idea of ​​the new aristocracy, as if Because you can be noble in this dirty arena.

"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-and so on. The cost of a night's competition will be thousands of gold coins, and the sale of gold caves is worthy of the name. Compared with the cost of dozens of silver coins in Morpheus, 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 havetily brought Ilyndal who had just met Come to this place.

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

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

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

Eindal, tall and not much shorter than Viscount Rose, looked at the slightly insignificant figure on the ground and murmured.

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Actually, the registration fee for the Tekken Arena was five gold coins a round three months ago. One more round requires an additional gold coin, and you can win 1% of the total betting stake after the victory. Amount.

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

If the center of the field is a beastly half-man and an almost extinct elf that has 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 a piece of baron. Territory's annual income!

The profits are tempting, but they also need qualifications and skills to get it. When Morpheus approached the backstage of the arena, all they saw were the dead bodies and the half-dead wounded-the arena is not responsible for this kind of registration The guys who came to work as cannon fodder paid for treatment. They would only pay for the "ruthless characters" they raised, but would not give others a point.

Everything is paramount. Morpheus naturally understands what its current role is-ants, or ants who spend money to voluntarily let others step on them.

In the dirty and narrow corridor, Morpheus is full of people in front of and behind him-they are dressed in different ways and taste strangely, and they are basically a wandering swordsman who can’t be mixed, or they put their lives in this so-called competition. The "gambler" on the Morpheus only felt one emotion.

Decline.

This is a crueler thing than going 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. Morpheus only felt a few were pushed, and he and the remaining eleven were pushed down the first batch of preparation rooms-a huge iron cage.

Dark light, **** smell mixed.

In a few moments, the other door of the cage opened, and the twelve people instinctively gathered into a battle circle and walked out slowly.

The 500-square-meter square of the round arena is covered with fine sand. The **** smell is lingering. Some internal organs can still be seen on the ground. Surrounded by high stands but no audience ——The nobles hide behind the glass and experience the **** stimulation behind the mask as usual.

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

Morpheus looked upright when he lifted his eyes, 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 Warcraft will use elemental skills, will use deadly venom, and possess a powerful human body~IndoMTL.com~ But for some powerful humanoid species that exist in the world Morpheus does not have a deep understanding of such things as the Sun Elves, Dark Elves, Beastized Half-Man, etc., but the big guys appearing at the moment really make him understand that there are indeed some "half-god relics" that humans cannot imagine.

Keklops, translated from the ancient Siga language, is now a powerful creature called "Cyclops"!

Height is more than eight meters, and the muscles of a knot are as explosive as the sculptures of the gods in the arena corridor. A huge wooden stick inlaid with hundreds of dense iron needles in the hand seems to use a whole tree The tree makes the deterrent and attack range 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.

Shock, shock.

Undefeated, the outcome is almost decided.

Twelve people, mostly swordsmen with long swords, archers with a bow on their backs, and assassins in leather armour with short swords, but no one was born in their minds at this moment The idea of ​​"fighting".

Human fears come from unknown sources. No one knows what to do in the face of this giant who has almost never appeared on the mainland.

The twelve people stood like this in a small circle, looking at the giant who came up slowly with the wooden stick, like a frightened animal, at a loss.

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

That was the shortest among the twelve people. He was wearing sackcloth, hooded, and holding a dagger with a strange pattern. When everyone was shrouded in fear, he rushed out of the team first.

Going forward.