Your type of online game is too fake, right?

After all, it doesn't matter if you lose a game or two occasionally, and you will definitely win back in the future.

Just like now, he met this team again two days later, but his opponent was no longer the old oily guy who was almost forced to retire after losing, but a popular player with big arms—but it was this A well-known player who is much stronger than Lao Luo at first glance, is being beaten by Lao Luo in the arena at this moment, and he can't even pay back.

"Thank you for helping my elder brother last time."

When the two swords intersected, Lao Luo heard the opponent say this.

Immediately afterwards, the big-armed gladiator fell to the ground with a groan, as if his whole body had been beaten to pieces by a huge force.

Therefore, there is no suspense in this game, and Lao Luo won the victory as a matter of course.As for the slightly exaggerated acting skills... most of the audience don't care too much about this, they just need to see that the acting is wonderful, in fact, they are very easy to serve.

"So what's going on with you?"

Lao Luo, who returned to the rest room, found Dubin.

"How much did you win here?"

"I'm here, haha."

Hearing what Lao Luo said, Du Bin laughed out loud.

If Lao Luo's game is still in the world, then his game can basically be said to be a pure mess. When he realized that the actual combat level of these gladiators may not be as high as he imagined, Dubin simply He gave up all thoughts of winning, and when he saw his opponent, he would only do tricks, and he would lie down on the ground after two tricks, highlighting a superb acting skill and a wide range of play.

That's right, they finally realized the true method of this task. The fifty gladiatorial fights were not so much for them to win, as they were given to them for nothing.If they must fight, their opponents will only become stronger and stronger until the entire gladiator industry becomes their enemy, but if they want to dawdle like this now...

In just ten or so days, they have already fought twelve wrestling matches. All wrestling schools like the label "Death Claw" very much - for no other reason than "Death Claw" is the best among all the new teams , other teams only want to win by themselves, only this team can understand that the last word is to sell tickets.

"They're all friends! They're all thick rice!"

After a lot of communication, the gladiators of various labels gradually began to have some deep feelings-after all, in a sense, they can be regarded as suffering together between life and death.Although in the eyes of the audience, many gladiators have enmity, even life and death enemies, but behind the scenes, after the gladiatorial fight, they even occasionally get together to drink and chat.

After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and information exchange is also a very important part. The so-called multiple friends and multiple paths, the extra is the way to receive information.

As for the gladiators, although they are not free people, they will also exchange some important information with each other after the game to ensure that each other can survive.

After all, it's all for a living, and anyone is really willing to work hard.

"Of course the nobles are willing to work hard."

During the banquet, a big man shook his head dissatisfied.

"But they don't work hard themselves, they want us to work hard for them, this group of..."

"Shh! Be careful!"

Lao Luo hastily interrupted the other party's words, which was already a bit dangerous.

It is normal for gladiators to have grievances against the Roman nobles, but this kind of grievance is not something that can be uttered—after all, those nobles are really unhappy, and a word can make them fight to death in the arena .Lao Luo himself certainly doesn't care about this, but what about these gladiators?

It's all a mess, and anyone really wants to die.

"That's the trouble. Recently, there is a team that doesn't want to eat."

The big man drinking cheap wine was still cursing, but the information he said caught everyone's attention.

Not wanting to eat means that this team is deadly. In other words, they are different from regular teams, and they never thought about playing exhibition games at all—this also means that there have been black sheep in the recent gladiator industry , that is to be punished by everyone.

"Who? Who are they? Arrange a few more teams next time and give them a try."

"I don't quite remember that."

The big man scratched his head for a while.

"What does it seem to be called, Britannia?"

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 147, Chapter 130, Chapter [-] Two Kings ([-] words)

As we all know, Rome's illustrious reputation was achieved through wars of foreign conquest.

This can also be seen from the gladiators in the arena. The early Roman gladiators were almost all composed of prisoners of war.They fought in the arena, using their tribe's unique weapons and fighting skills, which not only added a bit of blood and excitement to the leisure life of Roman citizens, but also made their small-scale fighting skills more important to Roman citizens. become clear at a glance.

In fact, the latter is more important. You must know that after seeing the killing techniques of these alien prisoners of war, when these Roman citizens encounter these techniques again on the battlefield, they will be less panicked and more defensive—— Although it is only a few points, but on the battlefield, it is often the difference between life and death.

Of course, when the battle is not so intense, the former is also very important.After all, the war is not fierce, which means that the Roman citizens are busy with life and production. This kind of life is the most boring-then watching the gladiators has become something that everyone is passionate about.Although many Roman citizens also felt that sometimes the gladiatorial competitions were a bit too much, but it didn't matter, it at least allowed them to have something to talk about in boring days.

Of course, it would be even better if some teams did not perform.Although the Roman Emperor Nero had explicitly prohibited death in gladiatorial fights, this also encouraged the gladiators to dawdle—although these gladiators are no longer the pure prisoners of war of the past, there are slaves among them, There are travelers, and even freelancers looking for a thrill to get into the industry, but anyway, the audience doesn't want to see bastards on the field.

It doesn't matter what their origin is, since they are standing in the arena, they have to fight to the death like a gladiator, anyway, this is the profession of a gladiator, anyway, this is what they want, when they wear When entering the arena neatly, you have to live like a gladiator.

This is why in the recent city of Rome, everyone is keen to support the British team.

Rome is now at war with Britain. Everyone knows this. Instead of supporting the local Roman team, it is somewhat unbelievable to support the British team composed of enemy prisoners of war-but in the eyes of the Romans themselves, this kind of thing is true. Nothing could be more normal.Although they often divide relatives according to tribes when they support the team, there is a more important rule on top of this.

That's real fighting, exciting enough.

For the Roman citizens who were almost vomited by a group of actors, whoever can bring them enough bloody fighting, who is not acting but actually fighting, they are willing to support whoever, that's it simple things.

As long as the Britons continue to fight, these Roman citizens are happy to give flowers, applause and even ticket money to this team.Of course, all this is not without cost-Roman citizens are happy to see these Britons fight, and they are also happy to see these Britons die.After all, what they want to do is not so much support, it is more accurate to say that they are having fun.

"But it doesn't matter, that's what we want too, isn't it?"

In the lounge, a big man with a braid was polishing his long sword while showing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Killing Romans and having those Romans applaud us at the same time... Is there anything like this life?"

Beside the big man, the other strong men also laughed one after another. These men with big arms and round waists were calm and calm. Just by looking at their relaxed postures, one could tell that these people were all good fighters who had experienced real battlefields——so they believed In comparison, this kind of small-scale team battle in the arena is somewhat childish for them.

"But we still can't be careless, those Romans are not really idiots... It is true that we are in the limelight now, but this will also make our situation more difficult every step of the way."

Among the few Britons, a swordsman made a calm judgment.

This is also a true portrayal of their current situation. Due to their excessive pursuit of victory and even undisguised wanton killings, their British team has become a thorn in the side of the local gladiator teams, and it can even be said to have offended the entire gladiator guild— — This is not a good thing for any gladiatorial team.

"Then let them play together, which happens to be what we want."

The smile on the big man's face became more ferocious.

"The bigger the better, the bigger the scene, the better, it's best to let all the Roman nobles come over, let the Roman emperors come over..."

"yes……"

The other British gladiators also smiled.

Yes, this is what they want.Make the biggest commotion as much as possible, so that even the Roman emperor came to watch their game, and then brazenly let the Roman emperor die in the arena, and killed as many Roman nobles as possible, thus severely damaging the Roman Empire itself ——Of course, this is not a clever strategy, and it even seems a bit too rough, but it doesn't matter, as long as it can be used.

"Queen Boudica said that the Romans were very arrogant. Indeed, with the tyranny of the Romans on the battlefield, they did have arrogance, but this arrogance is also their biggest negligence, and it is also our best. Opportunity."

While saying this, the big man who polished his long sword finally stood up.

"Let's go, the goddess of glory and victory will bless us."

"Glory to the Goddess of Victory will protect us."

The rest of the British gladiators also stood up, and at this moment they were united.

And Lao Luo and Du Bin in the arena finally saw their enemies in this battle.

Those gladiators from Britain were not ordinary infantry, but groups of two or three, riding on light chariots.In addition to long swords that are far larger than short swords, these British gladiators even have spears and light bows and arrows-this is the first time that Lao Luo and Dubin have seen real long-range weapons in the arena .

And when these weapons began to greet them, they also realized where the gladiator teams who were defeated by the Britons had lost.

"Large shield! Need a large shield!"

After two arrows on his shoulder, Lao Luo realized the danger of the enemy—but it was too late to adjust his weapons and equipment. In order to pursue lightness, the new gladiators of the "Death Claw" team brought What came out were more round hand shields.

These small shields allow them to counterattack more quickly when they attack at close quarters, and they also have considerable suppressive power in the face of long swords-you must know that they have already spent a lot of money just to find out that the British use long swords It is a favor, but who would have thought that the enemy would actually hide a chariot?

"Cover! Cover each other!"

Lao Luo tried his best to maintain the formation of the newly promoted gladiators, and tried to use the small round shields and medium shields in his hands to build up a line of defense-this did have some effect, after all, the enemy's shooters added up to only three or four. Personally, it is far from being able to cover the level of arrow rain.

As long as the enemy's arrows are consumed, it's time to fight back.

At least at this moment, Lao Luo thought so.

But immediately he realized that the role of those light tanks was not just for people to stand on and shoot arrows.

"Go! Hit them to death!"

At the moment when the chariot turned its horses and rushed over, the big man on the chariot also showed a ferocious smile—it was at this time that Lao Luo and the new gladiators saw that the two horses pulling the chariot What hung on the chest of the war horse was not any ornament, but a whole blunt-edged shovel.

The rough shovel can hardly see any cutting edge, but this thing no longer needs a cutting edge. When the horse gallops and charges over, the huge potential energy can smash the human body in half in just an instant.

This is not a weapon that should appear in the arena at all, who brought it in for them?

"Run!"

At this moment, Lao Luo yelled almost immediately.

And those newly-promoted gladiators are not vegetarians, they have also become veterans who have been in the arena for a while, maybe let them win, they may not be able to do it, but let them save their lives...they Absolutely run faster than anyone else.

As a result, the entire arena was filled with dust for a moment, and four light chariots drove a crowd of gladiators to run around, creating a scene of chaos.

After such a bad battle, the announcer naturally couldn't continue to explain, and the audience in the stands also frowned. What they wanted to watch was not this kind of cat and mouse drama - especially the nobles In the VIP stands in the area, the nobles headed by the Roman emperor in red frowned even more.

"That is to say... the war in Britain is actually not as easy as the report?"

Looking at the wrestling that could no longer be called a wrestling in the arena, the girl in red named Nero frowned more and more.

"Once our soldiers are divided into small groups, they will be strangled by the British chariots... Teacher, do you want me to come and watch this gladiatorial fight, is that what you want to express?"

"It's all the better if you understand."

Beside the girl in red, a fat old man nodded slightly.

"The battle on the front line is not as smooth as expected. The unnecessary war is a big burden for the empire, so..."

"Peace talks are impossible. The invasion of Britain is not just the will of the royal family. If you withdraw now, more than half of the nobles in Rome will suffer losses, including yourself, teacher."

The girl in red shook her head.

"In addition, if you choose to back down this time and let the Britons obtain the city defense system left by Rome, then it will be extremely difficult for Rome to attack next time... But since you have already used this method to persuade Advice, then find a way to solve the battle quickly, even if you use some special methods, it’s all for Rome.”

"...your will, Your Majesty."

The chubby old man was silent for a moment, and finally bowed slightly to the girl in red.

"It's all for Luo..."

puff-

Before the old man could finish speaking, an arrow that flew diagonally pierced his head.

The huge figure fell to the ground, knocking over a large fruit plate and snacks, and the moment blood ran across her eyes, the girl in red didn't even recover.

However, the red sword in her hand still blocked the fatal spear throwing for her.