Black Scepter Chapter 2: Tekken Arena
This chapter is a little bit less, and everyone takes more. The papers will be revised in the next few days. The rented house has been installed with electrical handling furniture. It has been almost completed within ten days, and I can safely code there, after graduation Full-time, outbreaks will naturally not be less, but everything is premised on quality.
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Della looked at the father who knew her identity but remained vigilant, sighed slightly, and finally reached out to take out two simple badges of texture and placed them in front of the Byzantine Duke.
A brass-colored triangular badge, but lacking a corner, the pin has some rust.
A full body such as ruby, a complete icosahedron, twelve vertices and 30 edges are completely symmetrical, without a half point deviation.
After seeing these two badges, the Duke of Windsor changed his face slightly-he knew very well in what era this kind of thing existed, and to which institution.
The predecessor of Byzantine, the ancient Siga empire, encompasses the sacred Gabriel empire and the entire Byzantine and even wider areas. The earliest religion is mainly to admire the gods, and the mastery of magical elements is called the importance of humans towards the **** Steps-Although this step is unusually high, it gives hope to mortals, so institutions of magic research have sprung up on the mainland, the most famous of which is the ancient Siga Imperial Royal Academy of Magic, known as the "Ladder", The red icosahedron badge is the proof of the members of the "Ladder". The badges are all polyhedrons. The more complicated the badge is, the higher the rank and identity. The icosahedron is the limit, enough to prove how terrible Della’s identity is.
Another emblem is more familiar-the "Golden Compass" council emblem five years ago.
As the supreme council of magicians, there will be a change of ceremonies every 100 years to replace some members, and this emblem now has nothing more to explain, directly proving the identity of Della in front of her.
"Please forgive my rudeness."
The Duke sighed inwardly, and finally realized how terrible a mentor Morpheus has.
It’s just that the old housekeeper Palfa brought another incredible news when the Duke was about to say something-Aquinas, the sixth giant of the original referee, came to visit in person!
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Holy Gabriel Empire, Hera City.
Living in the jungle allows Morpheus to learn how to lean on itself when facing a strange environment, but it doesn’t teach him how to go to the Dragon Cave safely and **** the dragon eggs.
Ashkandi was imprisoned by the heretical verdict. Morpheus understood that there are now two biggest enemies, one is the heretical verdict and the other is time-to understand Ashcandi’s situation in the shortest time, in the shortest time Time becomes stronger, go rescue her!
It sounds like a fantasy, but there is no other way-because Ashcandy's death may well mean the death of Morpheus.
Morpheus calculates the silver coins on his body. After eating black bread for a few days, he has gradually understood some "laws" of his city-the influence of religion here is not ordinary, but it makes Morpheus more It is strange that the territory here seems to be rarely restricted by the emperor-all the rules are established by the lord, there is no unified law under the state, and the protection of the nobility is more inclined than Byzantine, even if the noble is killed A person can also use the ransom to return to the past, but civilians have to bear various taxes and military service.
Yes, military service is mandatory in the city of Hera.
Morpheus who understands these rules understands that he should act with caution. In the past few days, many young people have been taken away by the so-called "inspector team" to serve. It seems that a new round of large-scale conscription is due to The Skandi incident is unfolding. Although the army can guarantee food, Morpheus is not interested in being a heir to a hostile country as an heir to the Windsor family.
In fact, it’s the only way to make money, burn and loot the fastest, but the conscience can’t pass and the troubles are endless. Although Morpheus has never learned how to fight against the terrible department such as the referee, he also learned how to win from Tang Jidi A war.
Patience, this is the first, followed by the vision of the eagle, that is, a strategic view of the situation and trends, and then the strength, including all kinds of soldiers, and finally the logistics, to ensure that you do not Will fall on the most basic economic issues.
When I listened to this in the past, Morpheus always felt that it was an unusually distant thing, but I never thought that the sixteen-year-old would fight a "giant" war against the state machine alone.
No matter how ridiculous this is, he has no way out.
He is racing against time and death.
On the evening of the fourth day of Hera, Morpheus, who is exploring the last area of Hera, seems to have finally found a way to get gold coins as soon as possible.
Standing at a slightly dirty street entrance, a huge wooden sign suddenly appeared in the field of vision, with the words "Iron Fist Arena" written on it, and the following written: "Please do not enter."
The so-called arena is not a public place like Byzantine, which is large enough to seat tens of thousands of people, but it is a deep alley leading to the ground and being heavily guarded.
A short distance away, there is a clean site that is different from the dirty surroundings. The bright carriages and the family emblems deliberately taken off show that it seems to be a vicious and quirky way to vent the nobility. Hobby underground place.
Next to it is a bustling and dirty market-the slave market.
In Byzantine, the slave market is almost extinct. Edward I launched a campaign against slaves, because the blood of slaves flowed through the former emperor, but in the sacred Gabriel, it was handed down from the ancient Sycamore Empire. The habit of slave trade seems to be intensifying.
As a homeless man without "identity", Morpheus cannot pick up "goods" like a noble young master who came to choose female slaves to bring a butler and is eligible to go directly into the high-end consumer area of the slave market. All he can see is Groups of the cheapest male coolies tied together by iron chains. Occasionally, a gorgeous lady in a gorgeous dress walked past the delicate fan, all staring at the lower body of the exposed slave in search of the target. The guy with the third big leg bought it and went back to satisfy his lonely body all the year round.
Here, not only the streets are dirty, but also the smell of rotting mind.
Although Morpheus has compassion, he cannot take care of these things. What he has to do now is to find the most suitable "eyes", "fists" and gold coins in the shortest time. There are no doubt that gold coins have the first two. The way, the slave market and the arena are naturally not as simple as being neighbors. In the end, Morpheus confirmed his idea at the center of the slave market-strong slaves were bought here by the buyers of the arena in batches, and Pulling directly to the backstage of the arena not far away, there are many soldiers and mercenaries from other countries, and even the legendary barbarians and black people who can't be named.
In addition to the slaves who were captured and for sale, there are also various professionals with free status.
They spend silver coins for a gamble.
Or, gamble.
The rules are clearly written on the board next to it. It takes only 13 silver coins to participate in the most ordinary and lowest-level killing competition. If you survive and win, you are eligible to enter the next round of competition. If you are still alive after the round, you will be able to win the gold coins that make the other people jealous and you can choose to continue the fight or shoot the **** away. In speaking, Morpheus is a person who can take advantage of his own strength. Except for being able to fight other basics, this kind of risky and rewarding activity seems to be tailor-made for him-for a whole day, Morpheus calculated the proportion of corpses lifted from the back door of the arena and the slaves pulled in. The most powerful slaves around the X level, with a mortality rate of about 90%, while most of the V class guys walked out of the arena alive and earned a lot of money.
It's just that such a person is rare compared to the entire "cannon foe" army.
Take out more than ten remaining Naz silver coins of the Gabriel Empire, and Morpheus is handed over to the registration desk administrator sitting at the wooden table. The smell of the slave market will never smell good, so here also Don’t want to see any good looks-the guy who always looks like someone who owes money raises his eyelids, sweeps the Morpheus who is not tall, sneers, reaches for a sign from the table and throws it to him, even There is no unnecessary nonsense.
The brand signifies the qualification to enter the arena.
Although the gold coin is bloodied, Morpheus understands that he wants to get the most money in the shortest time, so he can only fight like this-although he was thrown into the lowest representative melee group at the moment The still silent step followed a large group of people who had signed up or were forced into the dark, damp, **** and smelly channel.
In a world where risks and opportunities coexist, if you want to do things in a sky-high attitude, you can never follow the steps.
Slightly thin figure, hood pulled up, the Morpheus at this time was inconspicuous in the team of dozens of people.
The pace was calm, he lifted his cheek slightly, watching the sunlight above his head disappear at the entrance of Yongdao, and a gradual mature face gradually gained more and more determination.