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Lin Ye's pupils dilated and he stared at the stage.

Vanessa held her breath and used all her strength to grab the gladiator's head in her arms, trying to twist and break it.

The gladiator's face turned red from holding his breath, and the veins on his neck, covered by Vanessa's thighs, were throbbing. The old warrior looked like an old beast fighting with death.

The gladiator tried to pry open the thighs that were locking his neck with one hand, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the duel spear and angrily chopped it towards his head!

But Vanessa did not think of dodging. She turned her back slightly, and the sharp edges of the duel spear's tip curved on both sides and chopped into her shoulder and back, immediately spilling a large amount of blood. Vanessa's face turned pale.

The hot red blood that spilled from his shoulders and flowed from his arms flowed down, into the gladiator's helmet, into his chest, dyeing his face and his flowers red.

When the sword falls.

Vanessa still hadn't broken the gladiator's neck.

Then Vanessa raised her hand high, held the sword upside down, let out a roar to end everything, and suddenly stabbed down like thunder.

When the cold sword blade bit into the heart, the quicksand in the hourglass fell silently.

The audience followed the sword as it fell, and finally witnessed this scene that made everyone in the audience silent.

The gladiator kept his gun raised, struggling against the death that was looming over his head.

The red-haired girl maintained her grip on the sword, as if she was about to thrust it into the opponent below.

None of them wanted to die, and they were fighting desperately.

One of them is old and the other is young.

This scene seems to have a kind of divinity.

It indicates that the new has replaced the old.

The aged warrior rests in peace.

There was a stalemate for a second.

Vanessa jumped down, and then the gladiator's tall body fell to the ground with a bang. His helmet rolled off and landed on the ground along with the gladiator's self-deceiving time of honor. The flower at the position of his heart was pierced by the sword, and a large amount of thick blood was soaked and flowed in this dirty place.

After one second, two seconds, three seconds... more than ten seconds of silence.

The audience seats that reacted suddenly erupted in unprecedented noise. Some cheered for the birth of a new king, some cursed and spitted at the defeated gladiators, and most of them were illogical and purely emotional screams caused by the CPU burning out.

After each battle, the gladiators could hear revelry.

But this time, he couldn't hear it.

The gladiator subconsciously raised his head and looked at the noble master who doted on him from above...

"Eberhardt, Master Erberhardt, are you satisfied with my final performance? Have I defended your honor..."

But the familiar figure was no longer on the master's seat, only the wine glasses and silver plates that were overturned when he left angrily.

The gladiator's cloudy eyes gradually lost their luster.

At this moment, he realized clearly.

"I have been fighting for others. The me who fought for freedom in the beginning has long died. All that is left is the endless fighting like a beast. How stupid."

"But you who fight for your people, not for yourself, can understand that, right?"

The fallen gladiator thought randomly. He turned his head and looked lifelessly at the foreign girl who was covering the wound on her back and frowning in pain. He tried to keep his spirits up, but saw the blood flowing in front of his eyes.

After a moment of confusion, the gladiator realized the source of the blood. The flower given to him by his master on his chest was probably rotten by his blood.

Before he died, the gladiator suddenly forgot what the small flower on his chest looked like. He only remembered that it was a pretty little flower, an ordinary little flower.

“I wonder what flowers growing in the wild look like.”

The gladiator remembered his past dreams.

Gain freedom and set out to see the flowers.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Vanessa heard the audience cheering.

These shouts reminded Vanessa of the reminder given by her "kind-hearted" predecessors before she went to the battle. There was a common execution method in the arena, where the winner would chop off the loser's head and hang it high for public display.

The seniors thought that this would be the treatment Vanessa would receive, but they did not expect that she would be a legendary gladiator. I am afraid that the expressions on her faces at this time were particularly wonderful.

Vanessa confirmed that the gladiator was not dead yet and his body was still moving slightly. She gripped the sword tightly with both hands again and walked cautiously to the front of the gladiator.

Then she heard the gladiators' whispers.

"what are you saying?"

"Flowers, flowers... I want to see the flowers outside..."

The gladiator has been imprisoned by false glory for more than ten years. He has forgotten what the outside world looks like. This arena is his world. He lives in the "world", so isn't it natural for him to have freedom?

But now, the gladiator murmured to himself, longing for true freedom.

Freedom, freedom.

He wanted to leave this horrible, cannibalistic place.

The gladiator stretched out his hand, as if trying to grasp something that was illusory in this era.

Vanessa was silent for a moment.

Then, Vanessa turned around, and instead of stabbing the gladiator's neck with her sword and finishing him off like a slave, she bent down, picked up the gladiator's helmet, and pulled out a feather.

Vanessa covered the gladiator's wound with feathers.

The gladiator sensed this.

"Tobi, in Mondstadt, represents freedom. May you fly to a place where flowers grow freely and birds fly freely."

Vanessa whispered.

I don’t know if the gladiator heard Vanessa’s voice, he had already closed his eyes.

His soul, with this feather, with the invisible feather, leads to freedom.

Vanessa won, but in addition to the joy of surviving the disaster, she also felt a deep sense of sadness, wondering whether being a gladiator was her future.

Without freedom, one is like a beast in a cage.

Vanessa lowered her head, ignoring the cheers from the thunder and wind.

…………

Lin Ye stared at the body of the perspective fighter.

Silent for a long time.

He suddenly felt palpitations.

We obviously don't know each other and this is the first time we meet.

Lin Ye understood the gladiator's final move.

He longs for freedom.

The gladiator slaves who fought for their freedom indulged in vanity and deception, and the dying gladiators regained their desire for freedom.

If you give him another chance.

Will he resist?

Sing for freedom!

Lin Ye didn't know the answer. He was so shocked by the duel between Vanessa and the gladiator that he didn't even notice Eberhart's departure.

Chapter 245 Disagreement

Lin Ye knew that Vanessa became famous in the arena, so when he came to find her again in the future, he would not need to ask anyone else.

After Vanessa won, she left the arena. Because her performance was so amazing, both the Lawrence family and the organizers of the arena would pay attention to this "new gladiator."

At this time, Vanessa would be surrounded by many people, making it inconvenient for Lin Ye to meet her.

Walk out of the arena and feel the bright sunshine outside.

The forest was somewhat unknown.

Lin Ye, feeling melancholy, planned to wander around.

Half an hour later, he heard beautiful piano music.

Lin Ye subconsciously walked towards the direction where the sound came from and saw a group of people gathered together.

Lin Ye, who just wants to kill time, likes this kind of fun the most.

At the same time, Lin Ye had some guesses in his mind.

Relying on his tall physique, Lin Ye squeezed into the front row and saw a small orchestra performing.

Why is it called a small orchestra?

Because there were only three people, two men and one woman.

The man with a feminine and handsome appearance plucked the strings of the piano, playing a beautiful and moving tune in a low and slow voice.

Another handsome and masculine man played a large zither with a tight rhythm but not urgent, which matched the sound of the small zither and gave people a light, spacious and exciting listening experience.

The crowd of onlookers left a large space.

Why?

Because there was a girl dancing with a sword.

The sword in the girl's hand is exquisite and gorgeous. Different from other long swords, the blade of this sword is carefully etched with patterns and holes.

With the girl's superb skills, the flute seems to slide in the wind as light as a feather, making a flute sound, and the tone is determined by the speed at which the girl swings through the air.

The three instruments resonate together.

The pure sound is more touching.

Moreover, the girl was heroic and brave, like the morning light, and her sword dance was bright and dazzling.

The small orchestra plays with high spirits and brightness.

Lin Ye listened and suddenly had an idea: what would it be like if this kind of bright and comfortable music appeared in the arena?

Will it make those who want to see rivers of blood experience true beauty and remind the gladiator slaves of true freedom?

But the Colosseum would not allow this small orchestra into the arena just based on this style of performance.

No matter what.

This is a style that has almost disappeared in Mondstadt today.

So it is very popular.

Lin Ye knew that after Kruzilid brought the orchestra to Mondstadt, their performance was received with great enthusiasm, and Lin Ye had often talked about it before.

But Lin Ye had never seen their performance.

This is the first time.

It was so good that Lin Ye wanted to clap his hands, but was afraid of disturbing the performance.

A few minutes later, the show ended.

Thunderous applause broke out.

Compared to the noise in the arena, the applause here is more "clean" and orderly.

Those who have no money just show their support, while those who have money respectfully put Mora in the hat that holds their money.

Everyone asked the band to play another song.

Kreuzlid laughed.

"Although we also want everyone to have a good time, but if your stomach growls during the performance, it may be a disappointment."

Then, there was another round of applause and laughter.

No one made things difficult for this outstanding orchestra, and everyone gave way to let the musicians have their meals.

"Let's go." Kliuzlid had already noticed Lin Ye and whispered a word as he passed by.

Lin Ye followed silently.