The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 71 The Colosseum

Mary Gioia, a suburb outside [Pangu City], where stands a magnificent Colosseum covering a very large area, the ancient earthy yellow outer wall alone is hundreds of meters high.

The whole has the style of the ancient Roman Colosseum, but it is far superior to the former in terms of area, style and decoration.

There are also a large number of guards in full body armor stationed outside the Colosseum. They have a post at ten steps and a sentry at a hundred steps. There are also many patrol teams of ten guards led by a captain with a knife, walking around with heavy steps. The Colosseum is constantly patrolling.

Although it was night at this time, the Colosseum was brightly lit as a whole, as bright as day, directly suppressing the faintly radiant moon in the sky, and there was a continuous stream of boiling crowds inside the Colosseum like noise.

The innermost periphery of the Colosseum is a circular auditorium distributed from high to low. At the moment, less than [-]% of the hundreds of thousands of seats are seated.

But the screams of thousands of spectators were louder than those of tens of thousands of people, but their eyes did not have the joy of watching the beast show, but were full of fear.

They are slaves or even guards of the Tianlong people who were forced to create a lively atmosphere for the Tianlong people.

Every ten meters on the stairs next to the aisle, there will be a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing expressionlessly, holding a sophisticated gun in their hands.

As long as the cheering voice of the slaves is faint, the man in black will kill them mercilessly with the gun in his hand according to the order issued by the Tianlong people.

So even though some slaves and guards had already coughed up blood from their throats, they still didn't dare to stop.

There are even some people who bleed because their throats are too dry while screaming, coupled with their own weak constitution and long-term malnutrition, they directly died in pain.

They have no choice at all, either follow the orders of the Celestial Dragons to survive in the Holy Land, or turn into a cold corpse. In the Holy Land of Maryjoa, only the Celestial Dragons are human!

At this time, there was a huge circular platform in the center of the Colosseum, and some parts on it had been dyed mottled red by the scarlet blood accumulated over the years.

At this time, a cruel life-and-death struggle was going on on the circular platform.

"Wencha!"

"Wencha!"

"Wencha!"

In the surrounding auditorium are slaves who are cheering hard, but the expressions of the two Tianlong people standing on the high platform are completely opposite.

A Tianlong man with an aging face, dark circles under his eyes, and obviously excessive indulgence laughed foolishly: "Huo Huo, Saint Charles! It seems that I won this beast fight, your long-legged female slave It's mine!"

"San Mahdi, shut up! My pet can definitely fight back!"

Saint Charles next to him said angrily that the beauty of the long-legged beauty that Mahdi Saint mentioned was the latest slave that the slave king offered him.

He couldn't get enough of her rapturous poses and alluring body!
Charles Saint frowned.

Damn it, if he knew it earlier, he wouldn't bet on this. Now his pet has indeed fallen into a disadvantage, and it is basically hopeless to make a comeback, but he still has a little luck in his heart.

At this moment, he clenched the handrail nervously, secretly cheering for his pet in his heart.

Rumble!
A thunder flashed, and the dazzling white light illuminated the two figures on the circular platform.

A thin, black-haired man wearing a slave collar lying on the ground. His face was panting in pain. There was a deep knife wound on his body, and every heaving and rising of his chest would make his wound flow out The blood, through the wound, can clearly see the internal organs inside.

And standing in front of him was a man with the same black hair, but with a stronger physique. He was exactly Wen Cha who was cheering from the audience.

At this time, the host standing aside opened his mouth to shape the atmosphere, and he shouted with all his strength: "Very good! Our undefeated myth! Wencha cut down the enemy again! Facing his own brother, our Wencha Will he cut off the head of the loser like the previous 49 times? Let us wait and see and cheer for him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The slaves in the auditorium roared according to the lines prepared in advance, and the cheers were deafening like the rolling waves of the sea.

However, Wen Cha, who was the winner, stood there in a daze at this time, as if he could not hear the cheers that sounded for him at all. He looked at the long knife in his hand absent-mindedly, and his face was full of remorse.

The Mahdi San in the stands was already yelling, why didn't he make up for such a good opportunity?
Damn it, if I lose the bet, you go to hell!
At this time, the voice of the thin man lying on the ground brought him back to his senses.

"Brother, kill me! I've had enough!"

"Winno!"

The tears in Wen Cha's eyes could no longer hold back and flowed crazily.

His long knife, which was still stained with his brother's blood, slipped from his palm, and he bent down to help Wen Nuo's upper body up, holding Wen Nuo's hand tightly with his right hand.

Feeling the temperature disappearing from his younger brother's body, he hurriedly pressed his younger brother to his hot chest, and Wen Cha's depression became more and more serious. This is his only relative.

This posture obviously made Wen Nuo feel a lot more comfortable, and he let out the breath that was pressed in his chest before.

It was obvious that he was the one who was going to die, but he didn't panic at all. He looked at Wen Cha who was a little flustered, and murmured in his mouth: "Brother, I'm going to take a step first, you have to live well for me!"

Wencha couldn't bear it anymore when he heard the words, Dou Da's tears spewed out. He who didn't know what tears were since he was a child, cried for the first time, for his brother who was about to die.

Why? Why do we have to suffer such cruel suffering, to experience this kind of life and death!

On that fiery night, those hateful human traffickers wantonly arrested the villagers in the village.

The worthless old man was killed directly, and the two brothers were labeled as high-quality goods because of their good strength, and were sent to the human auction house in the Chambord Islands.

Then it was photographed by the Tianlong people, and since then it has been reduced to a beast in the Colosseum for the entertainment of the Tianlong people, and it has become a weight for gambling in their hands.

The day-to-day life and death fights made the two brothers regard life and death as lightly as a feather, and even had the ridiculous idea that killing the enemies in the battle would help them escape.

However, maybe it is true to see the sincere smiles on the heads of the enemies in the battle?
However, now the enemy he is fighting against has become his own younger brother. Thinking of this, Wencha laughed at himself, this must be retribution.

Afterwards, he lowered his head and leaned over to whisper in Wen Nuo's ear: "Wen Nuo, sleep well, brother will find you later."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Cha turned his head and clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, picked up the long knife at the side, and cut off his brother's head cruelly.

When he swung the knife, he felt the resistance from the muscles and bones of his younger brother's neck, and his heart felt like a knife.

As the last layer of skin was cut off, with tears in his eyes, he raised Wen Nuo's head and held it in his arms. The veins on his forehead burst out, and he walked back and forth around the high platform where the Tianlong people were, roaring. Arranged script!
"As expected of an undefeated myth! Wencha! This cruel man even cut off his own brother's head, but! Saigao! Let's give him the warmest applause!"

Thunderous applause and cheers came and went again, Wen Cha seemed to be deaf in both ears, and the world in his eyes had completely turned gray.

He is waiting!
Wait for a chance!
Waiting for a chance to die with the Tianlongren!
"Hoho, Charles Saint, get your slave ready."

The host under the platform shouted loudly: "Now let's invite the distinguished Lord Mahdi to personally award Wencha the gold medal for killing!"

With the sound of Saint Charles hammering the table angrily, Saint Mahdi slowly walked towards the circular platform below accompanied by a passionate music.

This is a project specially added by Tianlong people in order to enhance the sense of participation and improve entertainment.

Looking at Mahdi, who was walking down, Wen Qian clenched his fists, and an imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes.

But on his face, he forcibly pulled the upper lip muscle and showed a bright smile.

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(End of this chapter)