Trinville and the merry people drank wine and talked loudly. The atmosphere in the tavern was chaotic and happy. When the wine was in full swing, someone started shouting loudly, and the fight in the city hall square had begun. This used to be a highlight of the festival. More often than not, people just see it as light entertainment and games. Trinville had never thought of participating in a gladiatorial contest.
He has always believed that real warriors would disdain to participate in such fake battles and would only laugh after watching them.
So, although people were talking about the fight, he didn't think much of it. He didn't want to waste precious moments drinking with his friends. After a while, he heard that someone was fighting consecutive battles, but he didn't bother to ask. After a while, someone came back with the news that a warrior had defeated eight or nine people who came to the stage to challenge him one after another, and received a special reward from the king.
The drunken drinkers began to toast the gladiator warriors.
After a while, the people in the tavern got new news. The gladiator's winning streak has reached twelve games. As you can imagine, he has received more rewards. Taking advantage of the wine, they began to try to persuade Trinville to participate in the gladiatorial fight, defeat the arrogant guy, and get back the king's reward. Trinville listened with disdain.
"Come on, I'm not drunk like you. Soldiers are not allowed to participate in gladiatorial combat. Have you forgotten? I would rather be with you, talking and laughing. How nice it is. Really, I'm still here It’s more enjoyable to drink with good friends at Blueberry Daddy’s Tavern,” he said.
"That's very well said, Trinville. Haha." They all liked to hear Trinville say this. Especially today, Trinville is already a flag bearer carrying the flag majestically at the front of the parade. How could he not drink a few more drinks when he could say such exciting things to them.
They gathered around the big Vika, shouting and shouting cheers.
It's not just the Blueberry Tavern that's in a mess, I'm afraid you won't be able to find a single place where you can get a moment of peace in the entire royal city. The square was already in chaos, and countless people crowded in front of the arena. The powerful gladiator had defeated more than a dozen people in succession. He was ruthless in his attacks, and those who challenged him were knocked off their pedestals, causing people to scream in surprise. The audience condemned his cruelty.
The king's rewards are getting higher and higher, so the victorious gladiator can't stop. He stood on the high platform, waving his fists, arrogantly waiting for the new challenger.
This time there were more people persuading Trinville. They all said that only he could defeat that man.
Trinville is weird. In the past, the harvest festival gladiatorial games were just pure games that brought happiness to people. No one had ever been injured in such performances. There must be another reason this time.
So someone told him. It turned out that among the guards who came to participate in the harvest celebration with the minister of the Demon Feather Kingdom, there was a strong man named Turlai, who couldn't help but feel itchy when he saw the lively fighting. So, he obtained the permission of King Apodoli to participate in the gladiatorial fight. Unexpectedly, he defeated more than a dozen people in succession. The king's face was still very normal, but the face of the minister of the Demon Feather Kingdom was a bit proud.
Although King Orzin did not express his position, Apodoli's ministers and generals guessed that the king must be very unhappy! They can only keep increasing the amount of the bounty, hoping that someone will come out to defeat Turrai.
Trinville was furious. If the warriors of the Demon Feather Country want to dominate, they should return to their own country!
He would never tolerate a warrior from the Demon Feather Kingdom acting domineeringly in the arena of Barbukle. No need for other people’s persuasion! If others had told him that this was the case earlier, that Turrai would have been knocked down by him long ago!
Seeing that he was so angry that he wanted to challenge the arrogant gladiator right away, those who had been encouraging him applauded him enthusiastically. Daddy Blueberry handed him a glass of dark beer and said, "This glass is free. Drink it and kick him hard for me."
Trinville laughed at this. He drank up all the wine in front of him, wiped the dripping wine beads from his beard, and strode out of the Blueberry Tavern surrounded by everyone.
The gladiatorial fights at the Harvest Festival only started to become dizzyingly bloody from this time on.
According to the convention, the soldiers and guards of the kingdom are not allowed to participate in this kind of entertainment gladiatorial battle. It wasn't that Trinville didn't know it. Although he drank a lot, he remembered it with a clear head. Fortunately, he has now changed into civilian clothes.
Moreover, no one in the Demon Feather Kingdom would know about this strange prohibition.
On the high platform, the gladiator hugged his shoulders and looked at the dark crowd below the stage with half-closed eyes. It won't be long before, if there is no new challenger, he will return to Everett with the honor of "Conqueror of the King's City of Barbuckle". Those coveted bounties pale in comparison.
When Trinville marched majestically toward the high platform, everyone who knew him or saw him marching with the flag high in the guard of honor was excited.
At this time, who would care that he is a soldier and cannot participate in gladiatorial combat.
At this time, if anyone dares to suggest that Trinville is not qualified to participate in the gladiatorial battle, he will definitely be beaten by the angry audience, which will be much more miserable than those who fell from the high platform.
Turrai heard the noise from the audience, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the giant with stars and moon in his sharp eyes as he walked onto the high platform.
Trinville was called "Big Vika" by the people of Barbukle, to show that he was as powerful and brave as Vika, the god of war, but had a taller and more majestic body. However, when he stood in front of Turai, some people in the audience couldn't help shouting in frustration.
Turrai looked taller and stronger than Tringville. His arrogant eyes and muscular arms made people feel angry and shuddered. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked disdainfully at yet another person who dared to challenge him.
The crowd in the audience was in commotion. Many people seemed to have foreseen the result and began to sigh and complain sadly. Even those who originally had full faith in Trinville were gradually infected by more people and joined the crowd praying for Trinville.
The moment Trinville stood on the high platform, he sobered up a lot. He immediately realized that the person standing in front of him was not a powerful opponent that was easy to deal with.
There was a contemptuous smile on his lips. He had never known what it felt like to be afraid. If so, it can only be the fear he brings to his opponents.
He'll give his opponents a taste of the iron fist of Big Man Vika.
Turrai saw his opponent acting calmly and calmly under his sharp gaze. Especially the provocative sneer on Trinville's lips made him furious. He suppressed the anger in his heart and thought to himself: "After a while, I want to see if you can still laugh like this."
Trinville saw the anger in his opponent's eyes, and he smiled even more frivolously. He thought of what Glenn had said to him: "If you can anger your opponent while you remain calm, you are closer to victory than your opponent."
Trinville has always trusted Grain. What he said is definitely right!
The referee of the gladiatorial fight had already come over and asked for the name of the challenger. Although he knew Trinville, he still followed the rules and asked: "Challenger, tell me your name."
Before Trinville could answer, the crowd in the square made a loud noise like a landslide: "Trinville! Trinville! Trinville!"
They shouted his name, excitement, excitement and worry written all at the same time on their faces. It doesn't matter whether you know Trinville or not. Now, they are cheering for an Apodoli warrior.
The excitement of the people infected Trinville, and he was deeply moved. For the love of the Apodoli people, he knew how to repay them. He just needs a win. That's all.
He took a deep breath, made fists with both hands, raised them high and waved them, accepting people's cheers.
Turlai, who had been watching with cold eyes, was unexpectedly frightened by the cheers. It turns out that the person in front of me receives such almost fanatical support and welcome in this city. He also realized that the man in front of him was a formidable opponent. He calmed down his contempt a little.
However, "This is the best! Only by defeating such an opponent, the glory of 'Barbuclair Conqueror' will be more meaningful!" He curled up his strong arms, twisted his thick neck, and made a "gruck" sound. His eyes were full of arrogant confidence.
The referee was in a hurry and looked like he was about to cry. He stopped pretending to ask for the challenger's name. The entire royal city of Babkole answered him!
He wrote the challenger's name on a long red flag, raised it high, and walked around the edge of the high platform, round and round. And the name of Turrai, who has always been the winner, has long been on another flag, waiting for the strong man who can keep pace with him.
The people on the viewing platform were all paying attention to the people standing on the high platform. They heard the cheers, and when the flag went up, everyone saw Trinville's name, and they all stood up to get a better look.
The king's eyes suddenly lit up. His eyebrows twitched slightly.
Yogana, who was responsible for the security of the capital under the viewing platform, also saw it. He didn't have enough class to stand on the viewing platform. So he whispered a few words to the messenger, who looked at him. He shouted: "Go quickly."
The messenger conveyed the Sheriff's report to the Minister of the Interior. Sulaymang, the Minister of Internal Security, quickly came to the king's side. He glanced at the minister of the Demon Feather Kingdom and said something to the king in a low voice.
The king was noncommittal, or he really didn't hear it. He asked casually: "How much is the reward now?"
When he heard the answer was sixty large silver coins, he loudly told his ministers: "This gladiatorial battle has lasted long enough, and it is time to end. Go and deliver my message: This is the final gladiatorial battle, and the winner He will be rewarded with twenty gold coins. Whether he is a subject of our country or a warrior of other friendly countries, he will be treated equally."
Sulaymang looked at the king in surprise, fearing that he might have heard wrongly. But the king turned his head and stared at the high platform without looking at him again.
Seeing the blue flag flying from the auditorium, the onlookers crowded forward, wanting to see what kind of decree the king would issue this time. When they heard that the reward for the final winner was increased to one hundred gold coins, everyone was stunned.
No one would have thought that the king would suddenly increase the reward tenfold. Even in the wealthy Apodoli royal city of Barbukele, twenty gold coins were enough to be worth the entire wealth of an ordinary family.
But no amount of rewards can inspire people's desire to win. There is no shortage of brave people in the kingdom, but when they see the two god-like men in the ring, they all suppress their eagerness to try. They know where they should stand at this moment.
When the strong man of the Demon Feather Kingdom heard the people's exclamations, he smiled coldly and said to Trinville in a provocative tone: "Your monarch is so generous. I never knew that the Gaoshan Kingdom entertains guests so lovingly." All of it. How I love this country.”
Trinville put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly: "I can't guarantee that the way I treat a distinguished guest like you will make you like me more." He saw the anger in Turai's eyes became even brighter.
The long-awaited drumbeat sounded, and Turrai pounced. He wanted to grab Trinville and crush him to pieces. Everyone exclaimed. Trinville dodged Turrai's fierce pounce with a nimble move.
Turrai knew that if he wanted to defeat an opponent of the same height and strength, he must first overwhelm him in terms of momentum. He continuously launched powerful and heavy attacks on Trinville. If any attack hit Trinville, it would be fatal. Even those as strong as Vika, a big man, can be knocked down or fall off a high platform.
Although Trinville still had a contemptuous smile on his face, he knew in his heart the terrifying power of Turai. He was calm and focused, carefully dodging, waiting for opportunities to find Turai's weaknesses and ready to counterattack at any time.
The people in the audience became more pessimistic. Seeing that their big man Vika was unable to fight back against the giant Turrai, they were all anxious. Trinville retreated to the edge of the stage, unable to retreat. Turrai suddenly grabbed Trinville's belt with an extremely swift blow. With a loud shout, he lifted Trinville high in the air and threw him violently towards the audience.
They all screamed loudly in fright. The timid ones forgot to cover their eyes and opened their mouths in shock.
There was a lot of exclamation in the auditorium. The queen closed her eyes and the king stared straight ahead.
No one could see clearly what happened, but the person who fell to the ground was Turai. Standing majestically on the high platform is the big man Vika, their civilian hero Trinville.
The square suddenly turned into a boiling ocean. People shouted Trinville's name and jumped with joy. His excited eyes were filled with tears, his excited face was shining red, and his hoarse voice could not even make a cheering sound.
Turrai jumped up suddenly, his face flushed with anger. He yelled and punched Trinville hard.
This time, Trinville didn't take a step back. He had long seen through Turrei's impatience due to rage and embarrassment in front of everyone, and was full of flaws. Even if there is another such opponent, Trinville can easily defeat them.
Before Turlai's shout could reach the ground, Trinville opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists, and bowed to step forward. Then Turlai shouted loudly, and Turlai was shaken like a thunderbolt from the ground. Gotta stay for a while.
That's enough!
With lightning speed Trinville seized Turrai by the belt with the same technique, raised him high above his head, and then threw him gently to the ground.
This time, people saw clearly. How easily their big man Vika defeated this arrogant strongman. With the drums of victory, the battle between Trinville and Turrai has ended, and it also announced that Trinville will continue its glory at the harvest festival!
There will be no more challengers! Trinville proudly held a flag with his name high and walked around the dais to be cheered by the crowd. Turrai beat his chest and beat his feet, feeling frustrated.
The kind-hearted Apodoli people no longer hated him the moment they were defeated in Turai. They just surrounded Trinville, dancing and laughing. Occasionally, someone would point at the strong man who was still sitting on the ground, not believing that he had failed, and make fun of his arrogance and domineering appearance when he won, and his blaming and mournful face like a child when he failed. Trinville's victory made their excitement inflated beyond measure, and even if they were a little unkind, it wouldn't hurt.
After all, the last thing that goes into a crazy festival is the craziness.
