Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 35

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The Maggot Eye circled in the arena and began to announce the show.

In the VIP room in the audience seats, Tark sat by the fence, sipping wine, playing with gems, and gazing intently at the fighting area of ​​the arena.

As the gate of the arena slowly opened, the door of the room was also opened by the guards, and the person in charge of the arena walked in trembling.

"What did he ask for?" Turk asked.

"He said he would bring ten people on stage." The person in charge tried his best to sound calm.

The patriarch of the Tark family was very confused after hearing this: "The swordsman's guards combat team only has six people, why did he bring ten people to the battlefield?"

"Perhaps he doesn't know the number of people he will face." The person in charge responded quickly, "After all, I informed him at short notice, following your orders."

"So he wants ten people..." Tark turned his head and stared at the person in charge with a fierce and cold expression, "And you agreed? Let a slave gladiator make demands on a slave of the Tark family like you?"

The person in charge wanted to apologize at first, but then he reacted immediately and replied calmly: "Because your order was for me to agree to one condition, so I agreed to it. Even if he wants me to die, I will die."

The expression on Turk's face instantly turned into a smile: "That's why I let you manage the arena."

The person in charge forced a proud smile and said, "It is my greatest honor to be favored by God."

"Don't be nervous." Turk noticed that the person in charge was trembling, "Come sit next to me, let's taste wine and watch the fight together."

"Yes, master." The person in charge immediately walked over to Tark and sat down.

The cushion pressed by his dirty pants from the Colosseum cave was expensive enough to feed a city of people for a month. It was something only a high knight could sit on.

But the person in charge didn't dare not sit down because he knew Turk's temper too well.

Tark didn't care about cleanliness or respect, he only cared about obedience, and if a slave was favored by his erratic mercy and asked to crawl out of the filthy mud pit and sleep in one of his bedrooms, the slave had better do it, rather than refuse on the grounds that he would get something dirty.

"Why do you think I'm so concerned about a gladiator?" Tark asked suddenly after tasting the wine in his mouth.

"do not know."

If any other high knight gave such an honest answer, he would be punished for being stupid, but for Tark, dishonesty would make him angry.

"Because I'm observing him." Turk said, "A sane wizard who is not crazy, he is useful in his own right, so I want him to help me do something."

"If you want him to do something, I will convey your wishes immediately. The fighting in the arena will be stopped today, and everyone in the audience will go back home." The person in charge said, "Of course, my nephew who wants revenge must also go back home."

Turk was even happier, drinking with a smile, and even poured a glass for the person in charge himself.

The gladiators have arrived on the field.

The swordsman from the Royal Guards and his team also came onto the field.

The two sides started a confrontation.

At this moment, Tark suddenly turned to look at the person in charge and asked softly, "Did you obey my orders last carnival day and let your wife and daughter go to the cave?"

"Of course. They looked very happy when they came back." The person in charge responded with a smile.

Turk also laughed: "Actually, I was just saying that in anger at that time. You really didn't have to... Forget it, since they have all been there, why should I say all this? Anyway, I regretted it afterwards. I'm sorry."

"Please forgive me for being so foolish as to follow your angry words...but your orders are everything." The person in charge responded.

After hearing this, Tark looked at the person in charge.

After a moment, he looked away, took a sip of wine, and looked towards the arena: "I have prepared an apology gift for you, a manor in an artificial oasis."

……

Qin Xia looked at the people in front of him.

Including the guards holding two swords who looked like swordsmen, all the guards wore gorgeous golden armor, and their arms were wrapped in a silver object. Qin Xia knew that the guards were the human troops of the high knights. Each of them was a noble, but their status was not as high as that of the high knights.

One characteristic of the Guards is that they use something called silver vine.

It's what the guards wrapped around their arms.

The so-called silver vine is a versatile tool. It can be the armor, sword, vehicle, and even a bed or bridge of the guards...

This damn thing can change into anything, it is truly omnipotent.

Every Guard has one of these universal tools.

Qin Xia turned around and looked at the ten people he brought with him.

They are all gladiators who are against the principle of not killing.

"We have to work together." The gladiator who loudly refuted Ono in the cave looked at everyone, "Just like we did when we fought against the Slayers two days ago."

The gladiators exchanged glances with each other and finally their eyes fell on Qin Xia.

Qin Xia responded with a look that made the gladiators feel cold.

At this moment he did not seem to be joking or laughing as he did when he was not meditating.

He looked grim, like a different person.

"Hey, slave." The swordsman facing Qin Xia suddenly spoke, with an obvious smile in his voice, "It seems that you have been trying to curry favor with my uncle, otherwise how could he allow you to bring ten people to face me and my comrades? How did you curry favor with him? It was like being his male servant..."

"You are wrong about this." Qin Xia raised a finger and explained seriously, "I am not trying to curry favor with your uncle. Your uncle owes me a favor so that you and your father can be buried together. These people behind me are repaying me for the favor."

The smile beneath the swordsman's helmet instantly disappeared: "Fuck you!"

"Are these four words your last words?" Qin Xia said with a smile, "After your funeral, when you and your father's widow come to the cave on Carnival Day, I will tell them your last words, and then put your photo on the wall so that you can feel a sense of participation."

"Hiss...wait."

Qin Xia ignored the swordsman's shocked and murderous expression and asked with a worried look on his face.

"If you die, will the women in your family be sold directly or buried with you? If it's the latter, then I'll take back what I just said and change it to... I'll dig up your grave in the future and carve your last words on the skulls of all your family members."

"I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" The swordsman immediately roared and attacked.

The Maggot Eye kept hosting the fight, and when the host was about to announce the start, the silver vine in the swordsman's hand had already shot towards Qin Xia.

Qin Xia dodged sideways, and the gladiator behind him had his head wrapped by silver vines, and then the silver vines tightened like a stream of water.

The sound of a head exploding was heard.

One of the gladiators fell to his knees.

When another guard's silver vine flew towards him, Qin Xia dodged again, and the gladiator in the silver vine's flight path had his body pierced through.

As the silver vines flowed out of the gladiator's seven orifices like water, other guards also took action.

Qin Xia dodged the attack again and suddenly raised his right arm: "Stop!"

When the guards saw him raise his hand, they thought he was going to release his spiritual power. When they heard the word "stop", they all stopped and prepared to use their defensive witchcraft equipment to resist the attack.

So it really looked like these guards had been stopped from fighting by Qin Xia.

Qin Xia looked worried: "Your parents didn't have a child when they were old, did they? Otherwise, I would have to consider keeping a distance from your mother on Carnival Day. But she won't be left out, because there are also older strong men among the gladiators."

The swordsman was stunned for half a second, then pounced on Qin Xia like a madman.

(End of this chapter)