Paladins of Asgard

Rowe frowned slightly.

After listening to the middle-aged man's description, he couldn't help but suspect that the Spartan arena was probably a way for Apocalypse to screen the body, and the middle-aged man's friend was probably already cold.

"By the way, you said that two people have been received by God in the past twenty years. Besides your friend, who is the other person?" Rowe asked.

Middle-aged man: "A guy with similar abilities to my friend, who is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is extremely powerful. I heard that he came to the Spartan Arena to kill everyone in order to win the heart of a girl in Megara City."

Rowe: "Is his name Diops?"

"Yeah, have you heard of him?"

"Well, I heard others talk about him on the road." Rowe said casually, absent-mindedly, this Diops was the Asgard warrior he was looking for.

After chatting with the middle-aged man for a while, he left and went to the arena in Sparta City.

As one of the most martial civilizations in human history, Sparta's gladiatorial arena is naturally built to the extreme. A large number of spectators, gamblers and gladiators come and go every day, which is very lively.

"You said, Howlett can pass the ten-game winning streak?" said a passerby.

"Of course, Howlett is the strongest gladiator!"

"Hey, I don't think so. Ten-game winning streak is a huge threshold. His opponents are absolutely formidable, and they won't be those who died in the past."

"That's right, starting from the nine-game winning streak, each opponent is more powerful than the other. Most of the gladiators who hit the ten-game winning streak in history have failed. I bet on him losing with half a month's wages."

The passersby were talking a lot, and Luo Wei rushed into the arena with them.

The gladiatorial arena is a circular open-air building with a venue where gladiators fight to the death in the middle, and auditoriums all around from low to high.

At this moment, the arena was full of voices, and the audience shouted loudly for the battle that was about to begin, mostly by the same name: Howlett.

Rowe found a place to sit down, and asked the person next to him, "Who is this Howlett? He's very powerful?"

"Of course. Haven't you seen the nine battles ahead of him?" the man said.

"Howlett can definitely break through the ten-game winning streak."

"Why did he join the gladiatorial fight?" Rowe asked again.

"Honor, money, needless to say?"

However, another person nearby said: "I heard that he was trying to save his son... As long as he has a strong record in the arena, he can be received by God, and maybe God will come to rescue him from a terminal illness. son."

Several people nearby started talking.

Not long after, a bald man in a robe appeared in the middle of the arena, his voice was astonishingly loud, like Hong Zhong: "Today, our undead warrior Howlett, will usher in his first battle after his nine-game winning streak! "

"Whether he can break through the ten-game winning streak, let's wait and see!"

"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience shouted along with the big man in robes, the atmosphere reached a new peak, and then a man in leather armor walked out from one end of the battle arena.

He has black hair, his eyes are firm, and his expression is cold, like a long sword in his hand.

Then, Howlett's opponent, a slender young man with a double dagger, also appeared from the other side.

The two approached, staring at each other.

"Battle begins!"

With an order, Howlett made the first move and rushed forward with a roar.

However, the lean young man's physique was nimble and easily dodged, and immediately started a fight.

Obviously, the lean youth is a master fighter who has experienced long-term hard training, and his skills are very superb. In comparison, Howlet's fighting level is much rougher, and he is not much better than a beginner.

Therefore, after a while, Howlett was hit by the lean youth multiple times, and even stabbed in the abdomen.

However, he didn't seem to have anything to do, and he was still aggressive, roaring, waving the long sword in his hand like the wind, gradually forcing the lean young man to a disadvantage.

"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience's voice became stronger.

Luo Wei couldn't help but ask: "Does he have an immortal body?"

"Yes, that's why we call him the undead warrior," said the person next to him.

At the last moment of the battle, every move was very fierce. Some parts of Howlett's leather armor were almost stabbed, and the lean youth was also injured in many places, gnashing his teeth.

He roared, turned around, and stabbed Howlett's neck with the two daggers in his hands.

Howlett gritted his teeth, holding a long sword in both hands, stabbing the thin young man's chest.

Immediately blood splattered, both sides hit at the same time, the lean young man's double daggers pierced Howlett's neck, and Howlett's long sword also pierced the lean young man's chest.

"boom!"

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and the atmosphere of the arena was quiet for a while.

After a while, Howlett actually pulled out the dagger stuck in his neck and stood up again clutching the wound.

"Howlett!"

"Undead fighter, ten consecutive victories!"

The atmosphere in the auditorium exploded instantly, and almost everyone shouted the same name.

After Howlett won, he covered the wound for a while, and when the originally terrifying wound healed as before, he left the arena without saying a word.

From appearance to departure, apart from roaring during the battle, he never said a word.

After looking at the arena and inquiring about some news, Luo Wei also left and found a nearby hotel to check in.

"Spit a stone." Rowe touched Shilute's head.

"Wow—" Xiaoshi Root opened his mouth, and the debris flow surged, and a large stone condensed in the blink of an eye.

Luo Wei immediately took Luo Wei's blade, cut out a piece, carved it carefully, and the image of the demon slowly took shape. This is a winged demon with a pair of huge bat-like wings behind it.

After these hours of practice, Luo Wei's carving has improved significantly, and the carved demon statue finally looks a bit like, at least it can be recognized as a demon, not a toy to amuse children.

After making two more demon statues, Rowe was ready to rest.

"Buzzing." Xiao Shilut looked over at this moment.

"Is the stone eaten up again?"

"Om. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Koishi Lut headed.

Luo Wei: "I don't have any more stones. It's so late now. I'll look for it tomorrow."

Koishi Root couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Luo Wei sighed slightly, took out a gem, and Xiao Shilut's eyes lit up when he saw this: "Buzz!"

"You know how to eat it all day long. Look at your fat stone." Rowe gave him the gem and patted his stomach.

Koishi Root happily nibbled at the gem.

In the dead of night, Luo Wei immediately went to bed to rest, and Xiao Shilut also lay in front of the window and watched the stars silently.

However, not long after Luo Wei fell asleep, a huge noise woke him up.

"Ah-ah!!" A hoarse voice came from next door, extremely stern, as if someone was being tortured.