Chapter 112: Life and death

"did you see that?"
　　Starbuck gave a triumphant smile. Obviously everything is in his plan.
　　 "Go ahead! I won't work with you!"
　　 Scarlet Storm Dickron was completely disheartened. Although his life philosophy was completely shattered, he was still unwilling to join Starbucks.
　　 "Good! Good! Good! I didn't expect you to be more stubborn than I thought, so let me cut off your last thoughts."
There was a cold flash in Starbucks eyes, and he took a deep breath for more than ten seconds. His chest and abdomen swelled for a full circle, and his heart pulsed at a terrifying speed, like a drum of battle, continuously. The conveying power.
　　 Dickron, who had closed his eyes and was waiting to die, noticed the strangeness, and shouted in shock: "What are you going to do? Don't..."
　　 Even if he had no time to stop it, the spear in Starbuck's hand turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out.
　　 And the direction that the spear is aimed at is the rostrum.
　　 The speed of the champion knight is too fast, even faster than the thinking of many people. When the rostrum is in a mess, most people are still thinking, what is Starbucks doing?
　　 One of the people with the fastest response, Sean said, when Starbucks made a shooting action, he jumped from his position.
　　Because he had already made some bad guesses before that, if the guard next to Duke Borg seemed to be watching him, he would have left the field early.
　　 The gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall.
　　 has always been one of his tenets of life.
Starbuck’s abnormal behavior undoubtedly confirmed Sean’s speculation. Why did he care about the attention of the Duke’s guard who was suspected of being a champion knight? In a few minutes, the entire arena will become the largest Shura arena, and of course he can run before that. Go as far as you can.
　　 Sean turned a deaf ear to the orders of the Duke's guard.
　　 Angelbena and Alvilla also responded in the same way.
　　 The chief lady guard carrying the small and exquisite Angel Beina, turned over and jumped from the stands to Sean's side, and whispered: "Follow me?"
　　 Before Xiao En understood what it meant, the chief of the bodyguard kicked the wooden guard wall of the stand next to Xiao En's seat, and a half-person tall, bottomless secret door appeared in front of the three of them.
　　 The chief lady guard first stuffed Angie Bena in, and then pointed at Sean Nunu.
　　 An inexplicable trace of irritation flashed through Xiao En's heart. The irritation that was used by others, feelings themselves are the goalkeeper.
　　 If he finds the wrong position, isn't he now one of the sardines?
　　 Obviously it was not the time of the attack, and Sean did not hesitate to follow Anjibena and sneak in.
Before 　　 got in, Xiao En glanced at the rostrum involuntarily. The situation on the stage made him stunned for a moment.
The Duke’s guard, who had been paying attention to Sean for some reason, couldn’t help but moved a few steps to this side when he saw that Sean had been concerned. It was the one that Sean had heard before. Scream.
　　 It's not that he wants to treat Sean, it's just an instinctive reaction that he pays more attention to.
　　 This instinctive reaction hurt him miserably. To be more precise, Duke Borg, the object he was guarding, was miserable. He should have discovered the spear thrown, and he didn't react until he was about to shoot.
　　 "Protect Your Majesty!" The Duke's guard shouted loudly.
　　 bounced out like a cannonball. The speed was not inferior to Scarlet Storm Dirkron. Sean’s previous suspicions were correct. He was indeed a champion knight.
　　 The guardian's eager Duke's guard didn't even have time to release the sword, so he rushed up, trying to catch Starbuck's spear directly.
　　 If he has no moving position and is in the original best protection position, whether it is a sword or directly pulls Duke Borg away, the threat posed by Starbuck's spear will be much reduced.
　　 His attention was attracted by Sean. Not only did he fail to react in the first place, but he moved several steps.
No matter how fast the champion knight is, it is not a teleportation, and it is impossible to arrive in an instant. What's more, this is a shot made by a champion knight infused with his energy. Even if he is prepared, he may not be able to take it easily. Not to mention that in the case of slow to the front line, only time to keep one of his hands in front.
Faced with the spear thrown by tons of infused power, the hand of the Duke’s guard was the mantis arm that blocked the car. The slowing effect was minimal. It penetrated and penetrated deeply into Duke Borg’s body. , Pierced so deep, nearly half of the one-meter-two short-throwing spear submerged into Duke Borg's body.
　　 Because of his own reasons, the result of the assassination of a duke was affected. This made Sean's heart full of absurdity and weirdness. Is the situation in front of him a coincidence? Or was it designed on purpose?
　　If it were the latter, the scheming of the people who designed this bureau would be terrible.
Sean’s hesitation lasted for less than half a second, and at the urging of the chief guard, she got into the secret passage, and the chief guard jumped in, and passed a thicker baffle with her hand to close the secret passage. It was blocked again.
　　 Although the outside cannot be exactly the same as before, no one noticed this at all in this chaotic situation, and even the disappearance of the three of them, few people noticed.
　　 "Protect Your Royal Highness!"
　　 "Protect Lord Duke!"
　　 "Someone assassinated Lord Duke and caught the assassin! The assassins are Starbuck and Dickron!"
　　 "The Duke is dead, the Duke is dead, and the Duke is killed by the rebel!"
　　 "Kill these two slaves, kill these two traitors, and avenge the Lord Duke!"
　　 The whole arena is boiling, and many people feel that their brains are boiling, and they are not enough.
　　 Starbucks dared to assassinate this city, the supreme ruler of this army, and their King Borg duke in full view.
　　How can he, how dare he do this?
　　 The most incredible thing is that he succeeded.
　　 In order to show his own image, Duke Borg repaired the podium high enough and the position was protruding forward enough that everyone could see him on the high platform at a glance when watching the battle.
Therefore, when he was shot with a spear, he was still in full view, coupled with the involuntary exclamation of the guards from the high platform afterwards, which made everyone think about it. All of a sudden, they shouted everything. .
　　 Instead, the instigator on the field, Starbucks, had a calm face, grinning at Scarlet Storm Dickron, "Dear brother, you have no other choice now, join us!"
　　 Scarlet Storm Dickron felt that his blood was about to freeze, his face was full of puzzlement.
"Why do you want to do this? You are a free man. Joining in the gladiatorial fight is just your personal hobby. You are tired of this business. Just turn around and leave. Why do you want to instigate those brothers to riot? Do you still hate the blood shed by gladiators? Isn’t it enough? Right is really that important to you? Let you do it at all costs?"
　　 "Riot? You call our uprising full of justice a riot?"
　　 Starbucks, who had been tepid, was stimulated by a word in Dickron's words and roared.
"Yes, I am indeed a free man, but I have always regarded you as brothers, all gladiators, I can turn around and leave, what about you? What about my brothers? What about them? Haha... You actually think I do all this for power. It is ridiculous. If I am really greedy for power, as long as I find a duke to be loyal, power is at my fingertips. Why should I give up close?"
"I thought you were cold-hearted and warm-hearted, but you were soft-hearted, and you could not give up what you have now. I did not expect that I was wrong. You are not worthy of being called a gladiator. You have been corrupted and assimilated by those people a long time ago. Become a cold-blooded monster! You go! Even without you, we can do what we want to do."
　　 "You say this now, don't you feel hypocritical? My retreat has been completely blocked by you, how can I go?"
　　 Dickron took his short knife back and threw Starbuck's half-handed sword to him.
　　 "Have you finally figured it out? It's the best thing, haha, you and I join hands, what else can stump us in this world."
　　 Starbucks laughed in excitement. He was the kind of person who didn't care about the process as long as he achieved his goal. He persuaded Dickron that things would be half done.
　　 Starbucks values ​​Dirkron so much, not only because the opponent is a champion knight who is evenly matched with him, but also because of his influence in slave gladiators.
Just as Dickron just said himself, Starbucks is an outsider after all. He treats those slave gladiators as brothers, not necessarily others who treat him as brothers. If it comes to the influence of slave gladiators, three Starbucks tied up, and there was no Dickron strong.
In the eyes of many slave gladiators, Dirkron is their idol in life. It is precisely because of his success that countless slave gladiators in the dark can see the light and see the hope. His influence is far greater than he imagined. It’s bigger.
Dirkron himself is also cold outside and hot inside. After he was free, he did not forget his roots. He did what he could to help the slave gladiators and help them fight for more living space. Although he was weak and changed little, he did what he did. This has left a reputation among slave gladiators.
　　 A slave gladiator uprising joined by Dickron is called a true uprising. Followers are like clouds.
　　 If it were a slave gladiator uprising simply led by Starbucks, 80% of it would eventually become a riot.
A team of guards on the rostrum rushed down angrily. Duke Borg had an accident under their guardianship. No matter whether they live or die, they will not have a better life in the future. If they can take the murderer down, they can make up for it. The punishment is lighter, even facing two champion knights at the moment.
In addition, there are a large number of self-supporting and brave slave owners who rushed into the field with their own guards. First, they wanted to do meritorious service. Second, they wanted to make up for their merits. It was not someone else who rushed to the front. It is Bill, the owner of Dickron.
　　Bill shouted loudly as he ran, "Dickron, we have all seen the situation just now. You are innocent. Hurry up and help take down this murderer. Everything will have nothing to do with you."
　　 "Sorry, my lord, I can't look back!" Scarlet Storm Dickron shook his head, "My lord, please leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!"
　　 "Why can't you turn your head back? As long as you take this traitor down, you only have merit, not sin."
　　 Bill tried his best to convince Dirkron that he was his own person after all, and his participation in the whole thing would have a fatal impact on him.
　　 "Kill! Kill!"
　　 "The slave rioted, run away!"
　　 "Help, the slave is killing!"
The greater riots that came from behind made Bill fully understand what Dickron meant by not turning his head back. Countless slave gladiators opened the gladiatorial door, rushed out like wild beasts, and chopped down the guards who had escaped a few meters. Turn to the ground.
　　 Slave Riot!
　　A massive slave riot!
　　 Starbucks just shot is not a temporary act, but a carefully planned slave riot!
　　 As a large-scale gladiatorial match, only two champion knights confrontation can not support the audience. Their confrontation is just a collision between king and king.
After 　　, there was a melee as the finale. In order to compete, the radicals and conservatives prepared as many as 100 slave gladiators for an unprecedented melee.
　　 The melee did happen, but not between gladiators, but between gladiators and slave owners.
　　 What is the most afraid of slave owners?
　　 Slave riots are undoubtedly the first place.
　　 Not only because slaves are their property, slave riots mean that a lot of property will be lost.
　　Because the slaves were full of malice and hostility towards the slave owner, once they broke free of the cage, they were the first to tear them apart.
　　 In order to prevent this possibility, the leaders usually adopt a high-pressure policy-why not adopt a soft policy?
　　The relationship between the slave owner and the slave is inherently opposite ~EbookFREE.me~ especially between the slave owner and the slave gladiator.
　　 Unless they can be given freedom, this contradiction can never be alleviated.
　　 The fighting between radicals and conservatives has further exacerbated this contradiction and conflict.
　　Don’t think that slave gladiators would be grateful to conservatives with relatively moderate policies.
　　 In essence, neither the radicals nor the conservatives regard them as human beings. They are just a tool of competition. The slave gladiators under the two sides are the biggest victims.
　　The first thing these slave gladiators, full of endless grievances and anger, broke through the cage was to vent. The slave owners and spectators in the gladiatorial match were their best vents.
　　 Their venting methods are nothing more than what they do best-killing.
"kill!"
　　 Starbucks was afraid that the Dirkron who had finally pulled to his side would appear repeatedly, yelled, took the first shot, and settled everything firmly, so that Dirkron had no way of turning back.
　　 didn't know whether it was intentional or not, the direction in which Starbucks rushed was exactly in the direction of Bill, the former owner of Dickron.
　　 The previous two champion knights stood in a stalemate for more than ten minutes, with countless moves. After a long time, it will give people an unremarkable feeling.
　　 But it was only after the fight that I discovered how terrifying the opponent's swordsmanship was.
　　 Many times, the eyes can keep up with the opponent's sword speed, but the body reaction can't keep up.
　　 Only one-third of his own sword has been stretched out, and the opponent's sword has been handed out and retracted again, and he drew a 180-degree semicircle, harvesting several lives.
　　 After Starbucks rushed for a few seconds, the talents fell to the ground, blood spurting out like a fountain under the strong pressure of the heart.