Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Just like Ella surmised.

That afternoon, Mirin and Ella were watching the fighting competition in the Colosseum.

An autographed letter from Queen Gaia was handed into Milin's hands.

However, it was not delivered directly to Milin, but was first delivered to the Chamber of Commerce of the Xianlang Chamber of Commerce by the palace internal affairs officer.

Then the letter, which frightened Lawrence so much, was sent to Milin by Lapland, who smelled it all the way.

Regarding this letter, Milin, who threw it directly to Ella without even opening it, looked at the collar around Lapland's neck strangely and asked:

"Didn't Holo help you take off the collar?"

"Lord Wolf God said that you have to be an adult to take this thing off after putting it on." Lapland's eyes were a little erratic when he answered.

"That's right, let's wait until you're an adult." Milin, who didn't expose the lie, smiled and said, "Would you like me to buy another dog leash for you to wear?"

"Swordsman Tower, do you really want to be bitten by a wolf?" Lapland said, sitting directly next to Milin.

"I think it matches well. Didn't you see that there is a ring reserved on this collar?" Milin said, ignoring Lapland's threat and reaching out to touch Lapland's neck.

"Ouch!" Lapland directly bit the palm handed over by Milin.

"Oh, you really bite!" Milin, whose finger was bitten, shook his arm. Apart from making Lapland's head shake a few times, he did not let the already-Pelo (dog) The transformed Ruburt (wolf) loosened his teeth.

It wasn't until several deep teeth marks were left on Milin's fingers that Lapland relaxed his mouth with a satisfied expression and said:

"The Swordsman Tower has enough benefits and so on, so don't think about taking advantage of it."

After taking a look at the tooth mark on Milin's finger, Lapland said with a smile.

"Didn't I just say that I couldn't get it because I was underage? Why is it now a welfare?" Milin said, shaking his finger.

The bite marks disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The welfare I'm talking about isn't..." Before Lapland could finish his words, a wave of cheers erupted from the Colosseum auditorium.

Moving his gaze to the center of the Colosseum, he saw a female gladiator wearing a gladiatorial uniform, holding up a spear in her hand, as if in response to the cheers.

Unlike the Colosseum at night, there are only battles divided into small venues.

When Milin and Ella arrived at the Colosseum, a battle formation duel involving a thousand people was taking place in the venue.

No long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows were used, but there was no shortage of swords, shields, spears, etc. There were also light cavalry on war horses roaming the field.

What caused the audience to cheer was this female gladiator who was considered the commander of one of the teams. During a confrontation, she rushed in on a single horse and directly dragged the opponent's commander off his horse.

"Do you think this female warrior looks like Linguang?" Milin, who immediately jumped out of the welfare topic, asked Lapland.

"Linguang? Which Linguang?" Lapland was stunned for a moment. After a while, he found out whose name Milin mentioned from his memory and said with a raised corner of his mouth:

"If the Glory Knight knew that you were putting her together with a gladiator like this in the Swordsman's Tower, she might have to consider whether her oath was entrusted to someone else."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Milin asked with a smile.

"The Glory Knight I know will not wear this kind of armor that sells benefits." Lapland still said with a strange smile on his face: "Although I am looking forward to her wearing this."

Unlike the Roman Colosseum in the parallel world where most fighting skills are dominated by men, women's fighting skills are more of a performance than a fighting skill.

The contestants in this world's Colosseum can be regarded as having achieved gender equality many years in advance.

The armor that Lapland complained about for selling benefits was the gladiatorial uniform worn by both men and women.

An iron helmet, sleeveless leather armor that exposes both arms, shorts wrapped in a piece of cloth, boots that are no higher than the knee, plus the respective weapons in their hands.

The defense seems to be even more pitiful than that of a militia wearing only a thick cotton coat, which is all the equipment of a gladiator.

These equipment are not so much equipment as they are performance clothes to make the fighting game more enjoyable.

It is precisely because it is mainly about performance, even wearing such defenseless equipment, after the referee declares the winner.

Only a few dozen people really needed to be carried off on stretchers.

It can be seen that most of the weapons used by these gladiators have been specially treated to reduce the lethality as much as possible.

"Have you placed your bet on the Swordsman Tower?" Lapland suddenly asked as he looked at the gladiators in the field who raised their spears and responded to the cheers.

"I played a little bit..." Milin took out the small cards in his pocket and said, "But it seems that he has lost everything."

Milin, who came here for the first time, had no idea which gladiators were good and which ones could make money.

I just randomly found a gladiator from Vlandia with a more pleasing name and placed some bets.

It's a pity that the Vlandian gladiator named Richard did not respond to Milin's trust.

"Swordsman Tower, you actually placed a single bet. Single bets are rare in this kind of group battle."

After taking a look at the small cards that Milin took out, he knew what Milin's bet was. Lapland seemed to be an old gambler.

"After all, the odds are high." It's traditional to single-handedly kill Richard. Of course, Milin knew that even if he told this joke, Lapland wouldn't be able to understand it.

"This kind of extremely high odds is just for fools." Lapland mocked Milin and said, "If Swordsman Tower wants to win money in this way, you can let me participate in the survival match."

"Survival match?" Milin asked curiously.

"Just enter a few people at once, and there is no restriction on equipment and weapons. There is only one winner, and that is the one who is still standing in the end."

Lapland explained the survival game in this world.

"Can we form a team?" Milin asked.

"Obviously it's not possible, but as long as it's not too fake, no one will pursue it." It seems that Lapland is also experienced in this aspect.

"Have you ever fought before?" Milin asked, looking at Lapland.

"Of course, it's a pity that I was noticed after playing a few times. If I participate again, I won't be allowed to lead the wolf pack again." Lapland said with some regret.

"..." Listening to Lapland's words, Milin's mind pictured a bunch of Nords beating others to the ground, then lying down in front of Lapland and pretending to be dead. scene.

"How about you lend me those armored cavalry, Swordsman Tower?"

Seeing Milin's very subtle expression, he knew that Milin had understood these things, Lapland said.

"Have you been thinking about it for a long time?" Milin said speechlessly.

"Of course, heavy cavalry is basically killing indiscriminately in the survival game." Lapland said without any concealment.

"If you let them go, it will really be a random killing." Milin said the word "kill" in a heavy voice.

Even the twelve final armored cavalry summoned by Ella still retain the appearance of those who once belonged to Ella's subordinates.

But on the inside, he is already the same as other system soldiers who are like wooden men.

These system soldiers don't understand what it means to hit the target. Even if they use non-lethal weapons, they will cut down the enemy until the health bar disappears completely. What's more, heavy cavalry does not necessarily need weapons to kill.

Moreover, with the behavior of the system soldiers, they cannot understand what it means to fight against match-fixing, and they might just use real suicide to complete such a task.

That would be a real loss.

"That's it..." Lapland was very disappointed when he heard Milin's explanation.

"With your current strength, even if you kill just one person, you're going to kill indiscriminately, right?" Milin said.

"What if something unexpected happens? For example, a Red Knife Brother pops out or something. You won't be so cruel to the Swordsman Tower, right?" Lapland said.

"Where did the red knife come from... Wait, did you say that temple guards would participate in this kind of competition?" Milin suddenly reacted and asked.

"Now that I think about it, I should have met the temple guards in the Colosseum, but they didn't use the same weapons as cheating." Lapland thought for a while and said.

"A group of Jedi are playing in the Colosseum for free."

Milin felt that even without steel weapons, Jedi fighting in the Colosseum would be chaotic... maybe it wasn't random killing.

The Jedi Knights in Star Wars lost more than a hundred people directly in the arena before the First Battle of Geonosis.

Could it be that the temple guards in this world actively participate in the Colosseum competitions to prevent such environmental killings?

When Milin's thoughts were wandering, I don't know how many light-years away, Ella, who had read the letter carefully since getting the letter, raised her head and asked Milin:

"Admiral, how much money do you need to summon armored cavalry?"

"Huh?" Milin, who came back from his thoughts instantly, showed a puzzled expression.