Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 327 Earn and Earn

The Coliseum of Saint Andreas.

When the sun reached the zenith, golden light filled the oval arena. The packed seats were filled with spectators, and their cheers and expectations merged into waves of sound, hitting every ancient stone wall of the arena.

The atmosphere in the arena was heated and tense, as if even the air was shaking.

Vendors moved between the seats, hawking wine and delicacies, their shouts blending with the roars of the audience.

All of Gunda's most famous painters were specially placed in the best position, which provided a perfect view of the entire battlefield, allowing them to render the scene that was about to happen on paper.

They all knew very well that at this point, as long as their works were not too bad, they would be good enough to be passed down to the world, allowing them to be fortunate enough to become legendary painters recorded in history and their reputations to last for thousands of years.

The brushes they held steady became sticky due to the tension, and the direct sunlight made them itchy all over, but they had to endure it. Any distraction might make them miss the most wonderful picture.

"The first match will be between Duke Debelevi and the bronze puppet of the Zhaidai troll from the Holy Sith Kingdom."

Prince Ferro stood on the back of a six-blade-tall mammoth that resembled a wild mammoth.

Proficient in various "little spells", he was arranged to be a tour guide. A "soul shock" that was simplified countless times was enough to make his voice easily reach the ears of everyone present.

"Lord Levi, I'm sorry."

For various considerations, the Holy Sith Kingdom usually has an alchemist to control the Zhaidai Golem. Standing in front of the lord is a young man with freckles on his face. He said something respectfully, then uttered a strange syllable from his mouth and activated the ring on his hand.

When the spell ended, the azure ring burst out with a dazzling light, as dazzling as the sun.

The golden light faded, and a bronze golem with eight blades in height suddenly appeared in the center of the arena.

This golem looks like an enlarged version of a troll. The only difference is that trolls usually have blue skin, while the bronze golem is covered with the unique luster of bronze, and is surrounded by various mysterious lines that are shining with silver light.

A burst of intense excitement erupted from the spectator seats.

For these nobles, just looking at this bronze puppet was enough to make them feel despair. They had no idea how to deal with it. The other party might even be able to smash open the gates of some castles easily, which was completely beyond human power to resist.

This duel is much more exciting than any previous fight.

Gambling was a common form of entertainment in the arena, and in such a rare spectacle, there was naturally no shortage of clever people willing to take advantage of the situation.

A hobgoblin wearing a felt hat walked into the spacious hall of the arena. He had a pair of round glasses on his eyes and a gold chain hanging on the edge as his attire, looking like a big businessman.

Behind it followed a large man wrapped like an iron statue and a burly young man wearing a face-covering helmet with only his mouth exposed.

"Leighton, is what my brother-in-law said feasible?" Mil asked the earth elf in a low voice.

Just last night, the lord found them in a hurry and started training them, saying that he wanted to make a lot of money from this duel.

Several people dressed up and rushed over early in the morning.

"It should be no problem." In fact, Leighton was also nervous. Although Levi had explained to him in detail what it meant to be a banker and how to take advantage of information asymmetry and gambler psychology last night, it was still the first time he was forced to do something he was not prepared for.

The three of them found an open space, set up the table, and Zat, who was wrapped in iron armor, placed the heavy wooden box on the ground.

The air in the arena was filled with the smell of rust and beer. The three of them looked at each other, and finally Leighton tapped the brass gambling table with his finger wearing an emerald ring, and shouted out a jingle that the lord had taught him last night: "An old brand that never cheats anyone, and a golden trick that takes everything!"

"I've placed my bet. I've placed my bet. The odds are twenty times. The Duke will cover the loss..."

The earth elf's voice was as crisp as the collision of gold coins, and soon attracted the attention of the nobles.

They didn't find it strange, after all, betting was one of the activities in the arena.

I don't think these three strangers will just run away after receiving the money. Almost all those who can enter this arena are well-known nobles.

Not to mention that the other party claimed to be the Duke's man.

"How to play?" someone asked.

"I bet that the Lion Hunter Knight can defeat his opponent within one hundred pulses, fifty pulses, or five pulses. The odds are two to one, five to one, and fifty to one respectively." The earth elf touched the back of his head and smiled, revealing two rows of slightly yellowing teeth. He was as honest as an old farmer in the fields.

The other party thought about it for a moment. The Lion Hunting Knight's record was indeed brilliant, but the Holy Sith Kingdom's Zhaidai puppet was not made of clay. It was probably unlikely that he could defeat the other party with just five pulses.

"Earl Perth, one hundred gold grams, fifty pulses." The nobleman with a tuft of mustache threw a bag of gold grams on the table and chose the one he thought was most likely.

"Okay." Leighton didn't expect that a hundred gold grams would be deposited into his account in such a short time. It was even faster than robbing money. He wrote the other party's name with a bright smile, and finally threw the gold grams into the box.

Not to mention that more and more nobles are placing bets on the front battlefield.

"Just because of what you said, Sir, I will try to be gentler later."

The lord stretched lazily. His words were clearly extremely arrogant, but unexpectedly, the alchemist felt relieved.

This puppet of his was stronger than the one that was destroyed at the city gate, but it was also limited in strength. He knew that he was no match for the Duke of Derby, but he was also curious about how long he could last in the other's hands.

"My lord, my name is Siliso." The alchemist bowed slightly and performed a very standard knight's salute.

"Start!" Haaland sat in the most eye-catching stand. He laughed and waved the bright red flag.

The strong vibration made everyone feel like there was an earthquake. What was the difference between the huge and burly Zhaidai puppet running and the end of the world? It was a momentum that could crush everything in front of it like an ant, and people had to hold their breath.

This puppet, which is over eight blades tall, weighs 150,000 pounds. Despite its huge size and weight, it is extremely agile.

The complex and exquisite alchemical array and the core in the body that contains unimaginably rich magic power endow the opponent with outstanding mobility that is completely incompatible with his huge body.

Every time its terrifying body falls, the earth trembles, and its body gleaming with metallic luster brings about unimaginable air currents.

It was as if the other party was the real king of hand-to-hand combat! In hand-to-hand combat, this kind of puppet made entirely of metal was inherently stronger than flesh and blood. This was their innate advantage.

The bronze troll was swinging his fists, but the lord was too lazy to move.

"Bang!" A deafening noise.

The lord's iron fist smashed down on the opponent's fist, which was bigger than his own, with thunderous force.

Everyone covered their ears and squatted on the ground.

Levi's fist didn't even break the skin, but a clearly visible and horrible dent appeared on the bronze puppet's fist, followed by a series of "cracking" sounds from the arm that was thicker than a Roman column.

The bronze giant with eight blades as tall as a towering figure let out a mournful cry of metal being unable to bear the weight. His arms broke into pieces like porcelain, and he seemed to be tapped lightly on the forehead by a thunder giant with a hundred blades as tall as a towering figure. His heavy body instantly collapsed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Then everyone in the arena saw what a power more terrifying than a dragon was.

"The winner is decided!" The lord brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands.

"Too...too horrible." The alchemist's face was filled with horror. He didn't expect that his puppet, of which he was so proud, couldn't even withstand a single blow.

The eyes of the other people in the arena were a little confused, and there was silence for a while.

They had imagined that the Lion Hunter Knight's strength might be far greater than his reputation. Since he was able to become a duke in a short period of time on his own, and was also a hero who went south to quell the demon invasion, his strength must be two or three levels higher.

But even those who were extremely brave never expected that the Zhaidai puppet would be defeated so quickly!
The two sides only fought once, and before everyone could judge who had the advantage, the winner was already decided.

It was completely different from what they had imagined, which was to fight fiercely and then find the weakness to win.

If the lord knew what they were thinking, he would definitely sneer at them. If he, an iron man, had to fight for half a day, he would not have been able to come back alive from the Bone Fortress.

This puppet can definitely play its best role in the battlefield against a group of loser soldiers, but in a real duel between masters, its only advantage is that it is relatively tough. Not to mention him, even Mandela can be dealt with as long as he spends some time.

"Well done, Levi!" Although he was unhappy that his opponent had to be the first to appear, Old Gray couldn't help but get excited and his face flushed as he got off to a good start with such a crushing attitude.

"I keep my word. I will be gentler if I say so." The lord put his hands back into his pockets and said to the alchemist with a smile.

Looking at the puppet with one arm broken into pieces and unable to get up from the ground, the alchemist's mouth twitched, but he still bowed, put it in the ring and left.

……

"Are these people all fools? Isn't this equivalent to just giving the money to us?" Zat looked at the full box of Jin Ke and touched the back of his head. With his simple IQ, he couldn't understand it at all.

How come so many people are betting that the boss needs fifty pulses to win? Isn't five pulses obvious?

"It's not that they are stupid, but that you are too cunning!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, scaring the three people so much that they quickly covered their faces like thieves and looked for something to do.

Zat, who looked like an iron giant, squatted down and pretended to count the ants on the ground. Mil, dressed as a knight, whistled while looking at the empty corridor in the distance. Leighton lowered his head and wrote and drew on the parchment.

After all, they disguised themselves like this because they were afraid that others would see that they were from the Gaoyabao Brigade. In the words of the Gaoyabao lord, they wanted to make money quietly and not show it off.

"Damn it, when I heard that someone was betting on my territory and making a lot of money, I guessed that it must be related to Lord Levi!" Prince Ferro ran over with two personal knights, his face full of resentment, "Only he is so sinister."

"Wozhi, are you still pretending?"

Seeing that none of the three people paid any attention to him, as if they didn't know him, he laughed in anger and lifted up Mir's helmet: "Leyton, Zat, Mir, your disguise skills can't even fool my grandmother! A burly orc, a hobgoblin and a strong young man, anyone who knows a little about Highcliff Castle will know that it must be you!"

"Ahem, Your Majesty, please speak a little more quietly." Mir looked embarrassed and quickly put a finger to his mouth.

"I didn't expect that the Saint Andre's Arena would be yours."

"Not entirely, it's just that this arena is jointly run by me and others." Ferro waved his hand, and two knights left to guard from a distance to prevent anyone from breaking in.

"Since it's not entirely yours, the worst that can happen is that we change places." The idea in the mind of this simple guy Zha Manzi is as simple as a circle.

"It's no use changing seats. I can make it so that you are the only ones in the arena to place bets." Before the three of them could be happy, Ferro said with a smile, "But you have to give me 30% of the profits. I don't ask for more."

"Besides myself, I have to share some of this money with His Majesty and several other nobles who run the arena. It's not all mine."

"Ahem, Your Majesty, you should talk to our masters yourself." Leighton suddenly took out a communication magic stone from his arms. It was flashing with purple light and was obviously being activated.

Apparently, everyone heard everything he said just now.

Damn, why are all the people in Gaoyabao so sinister!

Prince Ferro looked distressed, as if a loved one had died, and had to take the communication magic stone. Just as he thought, the lord's loud voice immediately came from the opposite side.

"Who are you calling a shady guy?! Now 30% is gone, 20% at most, take it or leave it! Anyway, we are sure to make a profit!"

"Twenty percent is twenty percent." After hesitating for a long time, Ferro had to agree to the conditions given by the other party and said fiercely.

Otherwise, not only will you not get 20% back, you will also get beaten up.

“By the way, hurry back and be your announcer. Who will you deal with next?” After the lord said this, the communication magic stone flashed twice and then disappeared.

"You guys continue to do it here. I'll send a team of knights to help you later. Three of us are too few to take care of how many people are betting." After saying that, Ferro hurried to the center of the arena.

Originally, after each game, the participants had half an hour to rest.

But he didn't expect that Levi didn't intend to rest, but continued to fight.

(End of this chapter)