Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

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Fassnut cold-blooded, seven

At this time the host began to introduce the gladiators from the white flag.

The introduction of the witcher was much simpler, but Fassnat also heard some important words from it, such as: veteran, fought with fierce demons, worked as a mercenary, and has countless scars.

"This is destined to be an unfair wrestling! This is a wrestling for the strong! Fassnat with a broken arm is going to fight one against two, can he win? Can he survive?" The host opened his arms and used An exaggerated and emotional voice said, "Audience, what do you think? You are welcome to bet! Throw the bone coins in your pockets into the chute next to the seat. If you bet on the black side, please throw it into the black chute." If you bet on the white side, please throw it into the white chute. I repeat, Fasnat with a broken arm is black, and the duo of demon hunters is white! There are professional statisticians in the arena to count your bets If you are lucky enough, you can get rich overnight! Ten thousand bone coins is not a dream!"

After she finished speaking, the huge chandelier above her head began to rotate, and the swirling red halo made people dizzy.Accompanied by the crisp sound of a piece of bone coins, the host Natway said loudly: "There is no mercy in the arena! The warriors will shed blood, and the cowards will eat dust! I declare that today's gladiatorial battle has officially begun!"

Amidst the cheers, Fasnat charged towards the enemy.

He has endured it for too long.Ever since he cut off his hand, there has been an evil fire burning in his body. This fire is not a raging flame, but a small fire like porridge—an annoying small fire.This fire has been slowly tormenting his heart, and it can't be ignited and can't be extinguished. Sometimes he wishes to dig out his heart and throw it into cold water-but he doesn't have hands, he can't do this.

The phantom limb was aching again.

Saw off my hand again!He roared in his heart.

The short knife in his left hand was raised, and the heavy knife in his right was resting on the ground. As he charged, a mark was drawn on the ground by the tip of the knife.He saw the two witchers poised for his blow.Fassnat's combat intuition is very keen, and he can tell at a glance that the man holding the spear is a little stage fright. It must be that the bragging words of the previous host have played a role, so Fasnat decided to start with him first.

He jumped up three meters away from the enemy, slashed the heavy knife with his right hand, and at the same time there was an exclamation from the audience.

However, the moment he jumped up, he felt something was wrong—this novice was much harder to use than the old one.

He miscalculated the weight of his right hand, which caused him to drop the knife closer than expected. The knife fell heavily, but it fell to the ground. With a "bang", a cloud of dust was thrown up.Then he lost his balance, his body fell forward, and he rolled on the ground.

In an instant, the cheers turned into laughter and boos, and many people cursed.

The enemy stood still, but he swung his knife in the air, and even fell what he brought.It's not surprising that people laughed at him.

Fassnat had no time to feel ashamed, he had to adjust his mentality immediately, because the enemy's knife had already slashed at him.

The sword and shield hunter attacked from the side. He stabbed Fasnat's right arm with a knife, and Fasnat immediately raised his right hand heavy knife to block.The metal collided, sparks burst out, and he suddenly felt a numbness in his right arm, and the phantom limb that didn't exist also felt severe pain.Then the hunter with the spear gave a roar and stabbed him.Fassnut swung the gun away with the knife in his left hand, and immediately stepped back.

The first round ended like this, the audience booed a little more, and Fassnut saw Knightway on the tower shaking his head at him.

He was annoyed.He already knew the depth of the enemy in the fight just now. Fassnat felt that if he was in the past, let alone one against two, one against four or six would be no problem.But obviously it won't work this time, he thought to himself: I should cut these two guys down immediately, so that the monkeys in the stands can be quiet.

At this moment the two witchers came to kill him.Fassnut arched his body, ready to meet the attack.

The sword and shield hunter was the first to kill him, and the man slashed vigorously, attacking Fasnat fiercely.As he chopped, he shouted: "Cripple without hands! Cripple!" Then the spear hunter also attacked him from the side. ! Crippled!"

At this time, a man with a sharp voice in the auditorium shouted: "Crippled! A cripple who eats soft food!" Then many good people shouted.Fassnut wanted to kill all these people, but he knew that the enemy did this to anger him, and he couldn't be fooled.

He maintained an orderly defense and offense, testing the moves of the two men.Just as he thought, the two cooperated.The sword and shield hunter fought with him, and the man with the spear shot him in the distance.Fassnut figured out the routine of the two men and launched defenses in an orderly manner.He gradually got used to the two knives of different lengths and blocked all kinds of attacks from the enemy.

The audience applauded the witcher loudly, and some people probably bet Fassnet bone coins, so seeing that he was at a disadvantage, they all cursed: "Hit him! Hit him!" "Your Is the knife fake? You are crippled!" "Crippled, you hit him, you chopped that guy! Aren't you very powerful?"

A bunch of stupid monkeys.Fassnut will not let this sound disturb his mind, he still maintains his own rhythm.The left arm is flexible and the right arm is heavy, each has advantages and disadvantages.He had to change his previous habits in actual combat. In the past, he had left sword and right shield, but now both hands are weapons, and three important joints are missing. He has too many habits to change.

At this time, he found that the enemy's attack became more and more rapid.

They must be more anxious than I am.Fassnut thought to himself, they are two honorable witchers, two people besieging a young man with a severed hand, this is a shameful battle for them, they must want a quick victory.

I don't need to attack, just wait for him to show his flaws.

The audience continued to shout, and the host also shouted some nasty words from the stage. "I saw that he couldn't stand it anymore! Fasnat, who lost his hand, his steps became chaotic, and he began to sweat. Maybe right away, right away, he will be stabbed in the body, or his head will be cut off... ...I don't want to see him die, but there's no mercy in the arena!"

At the moment Netway said the words "no mercy", Fassnat caught a flaw in the spear hunter. His left hand stabbed at the enemy's throat, and the sword and shield hunter also slashed his right hand. arm.

The blood burst out, and there were exclamations from the stands.

Fassnut Ruthless, VIII

Fassnat stabbed the man's throat with the knife in his left hand. He stabbed and pulled it out, and the blood of the spear hunter spurted out of the wound with his blood pressure. He was holding the wound in vain, and blood spurted from his fingertips; The hunter hit Fasnat with a knife, but failed to harm him.

This knife was cut on Fasnat's right arm, if it used to be, it would be enough to cut off his right arm.

But now Fassnut has no hands to break.That knife cut on the heavy knife on his right arm, leaving only a white mark.

After a few seconds of silence, the audience shouted loudly.Those who jailed him stood up and cheered, men threw hats at him, women threw handkerchiefs and flowers; those who jailed the witcher sighed, and some shouted loudly.Netway on the stage let out a high-pitched exclamation, and said, "Oh! That's true, that's true! This is a great warrior!"

The arena was full of noise, which drowned out the choked sobs of the spear hunters.But Fassnet could still hear that the man was struggling in pain, and he could not survive or die.

So Fassnut gave him the knife, a merciful knife, in order to send him on his way at once.

But the woman on the tower shouted: "Look! How cruel and heartless he is! The man is already dead, but he still flogs the corpse and digs out his entrails! He has the most handsome face in the world, but I have a devil's heart! I..." Netway blew a kiss, "I really love you more, Fasnett with a broken arm."

"It's up to you," Fasnat replied.

The women screamed and chanted his name.Fassnut was upset, and the face of little violet suddenly appeared in front of him in a trance.Stupid slave, he thought, without you this trouble would not exist.

At this moment, the sword and shield hunter charged at him.

He thought that this hunter would choose to surrender after his companion died, but he still had the courage to attack, so Fasnat felt that he was worthy of respect.Fassnut admired his courage, so he didn't intend to kill this man.

The sword and shield hunter slashed at Fasnat, but the blue-eyed boy remained motionless.It wasn't until the blade almost touched his scalp that he turned sideways—in the midst of exclamations, the knife swung past the tip of his nose. At this moment, Fasnat muttered in his heart: the victory has been decided .

He leaned forward and punched the man in the abdomen with the elbow of his left hand.The man suddenly screamed, and then Fasnat tripped him with his leg, and the guy fell down with a plop.Afterwards, Fassnut put the long knife in his right hand on his throat.The man wanted to struggle, but was frightened by this scene, his eyes widened and he was sweating. "I surrender!" he shouted.

All this happened in a blink of an eye. Hearing his surrender, Fasnat took away the knife in his left hand and shook the blood on the knife.His action caused another scream of excitement from the women.However, more people were shouting: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The host also said: "Kill him! There is no mercy in the arena."

However, Fassnut did not intend to kill him.Fasnat is not a butcher, since this person has surrendered, there is no need to kill him.And his purpose of coming to the arena was not to kill, but to ask for an apology.

"Apologize," he said to the man lying on the ground.

The man got up and asked, "What?"

"Apologize to my servant!" He pointed the knife at the hunter. "You insulted her. Apologize to her!"

The hunter was stunned and asked, "What should I say?"

"You should say 'Miss Violet, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you a bitch, I'm so sorry,'" Fassnut said.

"Miss Violet, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you a bitch, I'm so sorry." He repeated in a murmur.

"Well said, I accept your apology on her behalf." Fasnat withdrew the knife.

Seeing him withdraw the knife, the audience complained dissatisfiedly.Rocks, shoes and other trash were thrown at him.The host also shouted: "Are you going to spare him? I thought you were an iron-blooded man, but I didn't expect you to be a bitch!"

Fassnut was really irritated this time. He pointed a knife at the host on stage and shouted: "Shut up!"

"Listen to me! You idiots!" Then he shouted to all the audience, "I'm not here for vanity and a few bucks, and I'm not here to please you monkeys! I'm here to get Return my dignity, this man—" He pointed to the living witcher and said, "He insulted my maid, so he must apologize! Apart from that, I have no grievances with him, since he apologized, Then our business is over! If you really want to see blood—" He opened his arms, and the bloody blade flashed under the red light, "Just get off yourself! I'll accompany you!"

There was a dead silence in the auditorium, and then many people whispered to each other.A few people cursed and threw stones at Fasnat, but as long as Fasnat cast his eyes away, those cowards immediately fell silent.At this time, the voice of the high priest of Kalimos came from the tower: "The hunter has the right to dispose of his prey, and everything is up to him."

Then the host said: "Since the priest has said so, then so be it."

Fassnut looked around the auditorium again. Wherever he looked, few people looked at him. The man avoided his eyes in horror, and the girl lowered her head shyly.Then he asked the people on the tower: "The man has been killed, can I go?"

"Oh, do you want to leave so soon?" The hostess on stage folded her arms and looked down at him, "Are you satisfied so soon?"

"I—" Fasnett only said one word, and Natway said loudly: "Audience! Are you satisfied?"

In an instant, there were bursts of roars from the audience stage, and the angry crowd shouted.Fassnut realized that something was wrong, and the witcher sitting on the ground ran back to the exit in fright.At this time, Netway shouted in a high-pitched and sharp voice: "Since you are not satisfied, let's do something more!" She looked at Fasnat and said, "Gladiator, are you ready?"

Fassnut replied: "I refuse to continue fighting!"

"But it's not up to you." The woman opened her arms, "I am the master of the arena, gladiator, obey your fate." After she finished speaking, the gate of the arena closed suddenly. Before the defeated witcher had time to run out, he slammed his fist on the iron door and shouted, "Let me out!" but it only got a burst of laughter.

At this time, Netway said loudly: "The guardian of the arena is here, clay figurine!"

When she called out the name, people in the stands stood up, waving their arms and shouting.Then Fassnut saw the overhead chandelier turn on, and a lump of mud fell out of it.

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Fassnut cold-blooded, nine

It was a mass of sticky black substance, which fell to the ground with a "pop" like clay, and then began to squirm on the ground.

Fassnut looked up and saw that the chandelier was slowly closing. He suddenly found that the inside of the ornate chandelier was blood-red mucous membrane tissue, and he suddenly felt his scalp numb.

At this moment, the lump of mud was rapidly bubbling, expanding, and deforming, and finally it turned into a huge creature over three meters high, covered in flowing mud.It roughly has the outline of a human being, but it doesn't have the usual facial features. At first glance, it looks like a clay figurine made by a child.At this time, the atmosphere of the arena changed. The blood-red lights were concentrated in the center of the arena, and the auditorium went dark.A fire was lit on the host's tower, and Netway's beautiful face was lit up.

Fassnut had never seen this thing before, so he was a little uncertain for a while.

The mud giant didn't attack immediately, it just stood there silently, its body was constantly bubbling, and the black bubbles burst one by one, splashing black juice all over the ground.

At this moment, Fassnet saw the witcher from the corner of his eye, and he was shivering against the wall.Fassnut said to the people on the tower: "Priest, host, you should let him out! This battle has nothing to do with him."

Netway laughed like a silver bell, and said, "I told you just now, you are not in charge of the arena."

Fassnut looked at the priest, he hoped that Karimos could retain a little rationality.

Sensing his gaze, the priest said, "This witcher is a loser, and there is no need for losers in the temple. The only way to wash away the shame is to win, hunter, fight."

"I don't want to wash away the shame!" The hunter shouted loudly, "I can start from a bone farmer, please, let me go!"

"Incurable." The priest shook his head after saying this.Then the golem moved, and the monster's left hand became a thick tube, and a lump of mud shot out of the tube.The mud splashed on the hunter's face with a "poof", and the lump of mud immediately turned into a completely sealed helmet, blocking the hunter's facial features just like that.Then the hunter let out a muffled groan, and he used his hand to brush the mud on his face, but the thing stuck tightly, and quickly dried into a lump of stone.

The hunter was groaning in pain, and the audience on the stage pointed at him and laughed. It didn't take long for the hunter to suffocate to death.

Knightway on the tower said: "Gladiator, I don't want to embarrass you, but you can't embarrass me either, right?"

Fassnut stared at her sullenly.

Knightway said: "My audience is paid, and you can't put them off. Killing two poor witchers won't satisfy everyone's appetite. You'll have to fight Mr. Mud Man."

"Is it a monster?" Fasnat asked.

"It's not important, I just need you to persist for 5 minutes. You can run, jump, and climb here. In short, you have to be like a mouse..."

"I ask you if it is a monster!" Fasnat roared, "Answer me, woman!"

There was a sudden silence on and off the stage, and the huge mud giant also let out a roar.Natway's face on the tower became very ugly. She swallowed and said, "The clay figurine...he..."

"It's a monster." Priest Kalimos said at this time, "The Temple of the Queen of Worms raises these low-level monsters as tools. These guys are safe, just like dogs."

"Really?" Fassnut looked at the monster and said, "Is it safe? It won't be safe until I kill it."

The priest shook his head and said, "You only need to persist for 5 minutes, and you can't kill him. The clay figurine is—"

When the priest said this, Fasnat had already rushed forward.

He hates evil spirits.The Fiend had ruined his life—twice.The first time it took his family, the second his arms.Therefore, he made an oath that he would eradicate the fierce demon from the world.

In an instant he was at the feet of the mud giant.Fassnat had experience dealing with large enemies, and he decided to keep his opponent off balance first.

The giant hit him with a huge fist like a battering ram, and Fasnat quickly rolled and slashed at the giant's leg with his right hand.Immediately, mud splashed everywhere, and there was a burst of applause from the stands.

However, the feel of this knife was very poor, he didn't feel that something was cut off, but felt the body of the knife sinking in.Fassnat wanted to draw the knife and attack from another place, but found that the big knife in his right hand could no longer be drawn out.

He was surprised to find that the moment he slashed the monster, the monster's mud body began to solidify, so his body was firmly stuck in the clay figurine's body.During this thought, Fasnat felt a shadow covering him, and when he looked up, he saw the giant hand of the monster pressing down on him.

Oops.

Fassnat felt his heart go cold, and he immediately dodged to the side. Since his right hand was stuck in the clay figurine's leg, he could only move around the clay figurine's leg, as if he was tied to a tree. horse.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and the monster moved slowly, so he just dodged it.The giant hit the ground with a "snap" and left a huge ball of mud behind.Fasnat's face was covered with a piece of mud, which was wet and sticky.

Fassnat inserted the knife in his left hand into the gap of the prosthesis, and forcibly removed the link between his right hand and the heavy knife. In this way, he broke free from the restraints, but he was also missing a weapon.There was a burst of boos from the audience, but Fassnut ignored them.

It seems that ordinary hacking is useless to this monster, he thought to himself, so what should I do?

At this time, he suddenly felt an itching on his face. He touched it with his elbow and found that the mud that fell on his face before was wriggling.Fassnat scraped a little off with his sword and took a closer look, only to find that the mud consisted of countless worms smaller than ants.

No wonder, he thought, every part of this monster is alive.Thinking of this, he raised the knife in his left hand and shave the mud off his face like a beard.However, the thing dried up and kept penetrating into his skin, so Fasnat was cruel and peeled off a large piece of skin on the right side of his face.His right cheek was instantly stained red with blood.

"Ha, he's a tough guy." Netway sat on the edge of the tower, with high heels hooked on his toes, swinging with his calves. "A man with a scar on his face will be more attractive."

Fassnut didn't have time to pay attention to the woman. He first distanced himself from the clay figurine, and then thought about how to defeat the monster.At this moment, he saw the monster's hands turned into tubes and pointed at him.Immediately, large chunks of mud shot out from the pipe and flew towards him.

Fassnet screamed and fled in embarrassment.

Fassnut is cold-blooded and ruthless, ten