king of ros

Chapter 170: One Enemy Three
Anwar put on the round iron cap calmly, and then picked up a spear, which was a rare double-headed spear in Ross, just like the spears used by Greek heroes.

After bowing to the prince of Moscow, Anwar climbed over the fence of the prince's box and jumped off the low stand.

But at the moment when he climbed over the fence, Anwar heard a voice from Rostislav, which happened to be heard only by him
"I will vote for you."

There was no time to think about it, because Anwar had already stepped onto the stage, and his behavior shocked everyone for a moment. Everyone was at a loss when they saw the samurai who jumped out.

Because he jumped out of the box of the prince of Moscow, that is to say, his appearance is probably the meaning of Rostislav. What is the prince of Moscow going to do?

And after Anwar jumped off, he played a beautiful gun flower in front of everyone, as if to show off his force.

Rostislav frowned looking at the double-ended spear. In his impression, such things as spears can only be used in groups to exert their power. One person, and one fights three...

Either the man is really a fool, or he has an extremely strong belief in his craft.

Those three victors raised their swords subconsciously, and all three of them realized the extraordinaryness of the person in front of them, and they all raised their vigilance.

In the prince's box, Rostislav, who had been lying down and watching all this, had already walked to the watchtower. With the prince's appearance, everyone's eyes were attracted, and everyone was waiting for the prince's next words.

"Today, a Christian warrior from Persia wanted to challenge the strong warrior of Ross, and I gave him that chance."

Rostislav first glanced at the waiting crowd, hesitated for a while, to whet everyone's appetite, and then began to speak.

"So today there is an extra match in the game, and the game will start in 10 minutes. It will be up to these three Persian warriors on the field. You can place your bets now, and I will place my own bets, placing heavy bets."

The prince's words can be said to have ignited the racetrack. This is the first time that Rostislav has been off the field in the tournament these days, and everyone naturally has to make a bet to save face.

The dignitaries quickly dispatched their men to place bets, and seeing that the rich were so extravagant, the ordinary people were naturally tempted to join in, so the amount of bets became larger and larger.

Most people choose to bet on the three. After all, being able to fight against two at the same time is already a warrior. As for the three, it is impossible. How can a warrior of that level participate in this kind of competition? They are often already defeated by all parties. Solicited by the forces, there is no need to participate in such competitions to express themselves.

They also subconsciously thought that Rostislav must also bet on the three of them. After all, the prince's tone seemed to be planning to teach this outsider a lesson.

And as the bets on the three people's side in the betting pool skyrocketed, there was no doubt that everyone believed that the prince must have voted for those three people.

What they didn't expect was that the prince didn't lie to them, but time did. Rostislav didn't place the bet immediately, but after it all started.

But it was actually the Persian who the prince bet on, and Rostislav could see that the Persian was an old warrior who didn't mind a little game.

If the Persian wins, he can immediately get a huge sum of money. It doesn't matter if he loses, because it is not such a large sum of money, it is just a joke.

As for the Persian warrior wielding a spear on the field, he glanced at the prince who was lazily lying down in the box again with great interest. Anwar realized that this was a test.

As early as on the Volga River, Anwar had heard of Rostislav's reputation, but those were all about martial arts. After all, the record of winning [-] with [-] was too brilliant, and it was too worthy of being spread as a story.

At that time, Anwar thought that his future master was probably a martial artist, but now it seems that he is very smart. First, he bet on a contest with "obvious results", and then expressed his attitude of cleaning up outsiders. This will inevitably make everyone turn to that Three people, then he can make a lot of money if he wins in the end.

This man really had faith in him.Anwar thought, but what he didn't know was that the prince of Moscow was betting with a playful mentality.

While Anwar was thinking, half an hour passed quickly. When the three warriors finished their rest and stepped onto the field again, the Persians also realized that the battle was about to begin.

The three of them were no longer as tired as they were half an hour ago. Instead, they had a lot of fighting spirit in their eyes, because the prince's subordinates promised them more rewards, and even if they didn't win, they would still be rewarded.

Under the lure of victory rewards and guarantees, their fighting spirit was successfully ignited.

The arena at this moment has been cleaned up, all the wounded and sundries have been carried away, and the blood-stained places have been covered with more fine sand.

Looking at the three of them, Anwar didn't feel any nervousness, but became more serious. He had experienced many more dangerous battles than this, but it was nothing to face the three of them.

The three Ross warriors formed a typical triangular formation, showing a triangular advance. The three held their shields in front of their chests, and their weapons were ready to go.

Anwar unhurriedly grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and rubbed it in his hands, hiding some grains of sand in his palm by the way, and then clenched his spear tightly, ready to go.

The audience didn't want to watch the three slowly advance, so wave after wave of shouts for an attack sounded, wanting to see the dust of the bet settled immediately.

Under the pressure of these voices, the three of them looked at each other, and then rushed towards the Persian who was waiting in full force, and they wanted to deal with him once and for all.

Anwar looked at the three people rushing like reckless beasts, smiled contemptuously, and then threw the fine sand in front of the three rushing people.

The sudden appearance of sand made the three of them stunned. They couldn't help but raised their shields to block the fine sand, and the impact was also stopped. Although it was only effective for a few seconds, this was the effect the Persians wanted.

And when the fine sand dissipated, the warrior who rushed to the front found that the spear had pierced his arm without armor protection, and then pulled it back like lightning.

"what!"

The severe pain made the samurai howl in pain, he dropped his weapon and backed away again and again, and at this moment all the huge prize money dissipated in his mind.

As an old fighter, he knew very well that if the Persian wanted to, it was his head that should have been pierced, so he ran directly to the guards in the arena and said that he would retire.

The fact that one person fell so easily caused the audience to curse. The gamblers who bet on three people never expected that one person would leave the field at the beginning, and they cursed at that person's cowardice.

The ordinary audience gave out huge cheers. When the spear pierced the shoulder of the Ross warrior just now, the blood was sprayed all over the sand. Nothing makes people more excited than this.

Anwar shook off the blood on the spear, and he looked very handsome. The Persian hot list looked contemptuously at the two men who raised their shields and besieged him. The Persian Christians were full of confidence.

In the princely stand, Rostislav smiled as he watched the scene, and he was right.

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(End of this chapter)