Chapter 1 Freedom

With thunder, torrential rain and cheers from hundreds of millions of people, Kowloon and Shock Pollard slowly walked to the rostrum.

On the rostrum, Galil narrowed his eyes slightly and quietly stared at Jiulong and Shock Pollard. His eyes were as blue as the sea, calm as a lake, and all the joys and sorrows were swallowed up by the deep eyes.

Master Feili's face was not good-looking, red and white, and his face was sometimes murderous, and sometimes gloomy and terrible. With the footsteps of Kowloon and Shaw Pollard, Feili's face became more and more terrible, and his eyes were sharp and stammering, as if he was brewing some conspiracy.

Kowloon slowly climbed onto the rostrum of the arena and looked around. The wide arena was hazy, and the magnificent rain poured like a canopy. Hundreds of millions of crazy people swaying, shouting, cheering, shouting, screaming, and even more, they were crazy in public. Hand over, try your best to vent the endless primitive desire.

At this moment, an elderly old man on the rostrum seemed to be sacrificing, with white hair and white beard, and half of the white hair on his head fell off. The wrinkles on his face were as dense as fishing nets, and his long beard fell to the ground in a white robe. His clean and neat, deep eyes showed the majesty of the old man.

Seeing Jiulong and Shock Pollard on the rostrum, the old man's face rippled with a spring breeze smile and slowly stepped forward, signaling Kowloon and Shaw Pollard to follow him.

Under the leadership of the old man, Jiulong and Shock Pollard came to the middle of the rostrum. The old man bowed slightly to the young master Fei Li. He smiled and signaled the beginning of the ceremony before he turned around and glanced at the whole audience.

The majestic and old voice spread throughout the audience: "Dear compatriots, hundreds of millions of enthusiastic people, according to ancient legend, the winner of the arena can be free!"

"The great Thor showed great mercy. This time, the arena gave birth to two fighting gods of war. With their perseverance, they all won the title of supremely honorable God of War and won precious freedom!"

"They are two gladiators from West Asia Manor, Lockuss and Shock Pollard!" The old man turned around, raised the hands of Jiulong and Shock Pollard, and announced loudly!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Hundreds of people cheered, took off their hats and threw their clothes, and screams resounded through the world, echoing with the thunder clouds in the sky, and waves lasted for a long time.

The old man saw that under his own inshension, hundreds of millions of people shouted and vented crazily, with a calm smile on his face rippled again, and then turned around and looked carefully at Jiulong and Shock Pollard.

From a close range, Jiulong's whole body muscles are strong, with sharp edges and corners, tall, white as jade, a pair of black eyes as dark as an abyss, wet long hair scattered on his back, showing handsome and free feelings everywhere. There is a white velvet beard on his chin, which implies that he is very young, which not only does not reflect his immaturity, but also has a feeling of fortitude and power, and Zhizhu is holding it.

The old man looked at Jiulong with surprise, looking from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. Gradually, an incredible look appeared on his face, but he secretly said in his heart, "If he is so young, there is such a great honor. If Roxus returns to O'er again, wouldn't he return to the mountain? A few years later, It's a frightening Grand Duke of Titus!"

Jiulong lowered his head and looked at his strong and perfect body. His heart was already brewing a path of how to develop in the future, and the light in his eyes flashed and disappeared. That was an infinite yearning for freedom and a longing for the future world!

"With such a perfect body, have you never been hurt as a gladiator!" The old man stared at Jiulong again, and his heart was also strange. There was no doubt about the cruelty of the gladiators. He trained for fun and nobles all day long, fighting and killing, and his head could move at any time. Moreover, life and death were in the hands of the master.

The old man did not know that since Jiulong practiced Emperor Longdao, the cells of the whole body were abnormally active, the body function was more powerful, and the recovery ability was beyond ordinary people's imagination. The drip scars must be healed, and even the scars previously branded on the face were completely healed and intact!

The old man glanced over Kowloon and looked at Shaw Pollard. Contrary to Kowloon, Shaw Pollard's hair was dishevelled. Even if he was wet by the rain, he was as messy as a bird's nest. His ferocious face was full of scars, and his blue eyes flashed fiercely, like a tiger and leopard ready to go.

The strong posture is strong and powerful, and there are many scars on the body. The merit of the martial artist is the scar, which shows vividly on Shock Pollard's body.

The old man was not surprised by his reaction to Shock Pollard. On the contrary, this image of Shock Pollard is exactly the image that a gladiator should have. Although this kind of person is fierce and belligerent, he is a reckless man after all, and the real upper-class figure scoffs at these people without looking at them!

"Rockus, Shaw Pollard knelt down on one knee, raised his head to look up at the gods above the sky, and devoutly prayed for the God-given fighting god of war!" The old man's voice sounded leisurely, and the sound made people fascinated.

Kowloon and Shaw Pollard slowly knelt down, put their hands together, reported to their chest, looked up at the sky, rolling thunder and lightning, and thunderstorms.

"Hmm?" Jiulong was suddenly stunned and shouted in his heart that it was not good. Just now, the old man invisibly released his spiritual pressure, and his spirit was actually affected. Jiulong had never felt like being led by others by the nose, but he felt that this was the right way in life.

Kowloon spirit fought a cold war, and his eyes squinted slightly at Shock Pollard. Seeing Shock Pollard's face of piety, his heart was even more awe-inspiring, but he was full of piety, like Shaw Pollard's respectful prayer, but his heart was laughing secretly: "Damn nobleman, he actually applied spiritual pressure. It's ridiculous to support his reasonable existence with this unprovoked belief!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction at the performance of Jiulong and Shock Pollard, and the sound came again. The voice was low, powerful and soul-stirring, "Lockus! Shock Pollard! Piously chant the ancient scriptures of gladiator!"

Kowloon's dull eyes slowly turned, and the ancient scriptures taught by coach Thomas appeared in their minds, which resounded throughout the audience under the effect of magic amplification.

Since then, my life has become meaningful, taking an ancient vow,

Remember the connotation of the fight. In the dark, this is the guidance of the gods,

I am willing to give my flesh and blood,

My soul, my will!

For the glory of the gods,

and my fate... go to the knife mountain, go to the sea of fire!

Even if you die under the sword, you won't hesitate!

Everything,

is to win the supreme glory in the arena!

After an ancient and deep spell, Jiulong and Shaw Pollard have put on the crown given by Master Feili himself.

The people's crown is a unique product in the arena. Once a gladiator wins the final victory, he has the possibility of winning the people's crown. From then on, he will get rid of his status as a slave and become a free citizen, and wash away the shame as a slave!

The "crown" symbolizes the true glory of the world. The most noble crown is the crown, also known as the golden crown, which is the symbol of the chiefs in large tribes, followed by the "public crown". As the name implies, the public crown is the crown of the Grand Duke...

In addition to the crown of status symbols, there is also a special crown on the mainland, which is a symbol of glory produced on various occasions. It is divided into five types: the big triumphal crown, the small triumphal crown, the laurus crown, the olive crown, and the last one is the civil crown.

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At night, in the dark and luxurious room, Kowloon listened to the thunder, and there was infinite emotion in his heart. The pouring rain still continued, as if it was really celebrating the freedom of Kowloon.

Kowloon's trembling hand gently stroked a piece of white iron token, which was exactly a token that Ferris was able to close his eyes. Erke asked for his life, with a clear line of words, "Moldo Chief Order."

Kowloon wore comfortable pajamas, gently untied his belt, put the small token on his neck, and showed great solemnity in the shaking of the candlelight. Then Jiulong opened a shabby sheepskin roll. The route simply marked on it was the direction to Dabeiyang Dobby Island.

"Lockus is dead, and only Kowloon is alive..." Jiulong said softly, and there are three ways to put it in front of him. First, stay and become a member of the Lailan tribe and be loyal to the Lailan tribe. With his noble title of God of War, Jiulong believes that he can get along here.

The second is to return to the Omael tribe, which is the most dangerous road. The Leren tribe and the Omael tribe are sworn enemies. They will not let the tiger back to the mountain at all. If they insist on returning, they must go through thousands of hardships. The Lailen tribe must make themselves unable to walk to Omaier alive, and even if they return Omeer may not have benefits. Brothers are disabled, soldiers are not bloody, and dark arrows hurt people, and they can't be prevented!

The third is to go to the Moldova tribe, which is an unknown road...

Squeak——

At this moment, the door of her room opened, and a beautiful woman like a fairy came in!