Chapter 57 The Hidden Wizard
“Come.” Qin Xia walked up to Angron and stretched out his hand.
Angron wanted to reach out and grab Qin Xia's hand to use his strength to stand up, but thinking of his own weight, he decided not to do it.
But Qin Xia used a burst of spiritual energy to push Angron up from the ground and turned to look at the others.
The gladiators are fighting with Ogryn.
Honor held the shield in front of him. The old bear's body had not weakened at all due to age. Although he could only hold the shield to block the force of Oglin's weapon that passed by him, it still attracted Ou Nuo. Green's attention gave the other gladiators time to attack Ogryn.
Kleist kept poking with his spear, like a primitive man hunting an elephant.
Yochula had just pulled out the prosthetic arm from the head of an Ogryn. His younger brother, Yochuka, stood aside fearfully, holding his brother's sword in his hand. He was covered in blood and must have participated. Fighting.
"Yochuka seems to adapt to the battle easily." Qin Xia said to the original body.
Angron looked at Yochuka. He could feel a lot from this kid's emotions.
Fear, anger, the thrill of having just participated in a battle, and the feeling of exhilaration.
Theseus, who just rushed up and stabbed the beastman in the eye during the battle, must have an unknown past. Her past experiences let her know how to fight and make her not afraid of the enemy - this is An Gelong used the method Qin Xia taught him before to perceive and analyze the judgment made by Theseus.
As for Yochuka, he must have no combat experience and no unknown past.
It's really surprising that he can still participate in the battle.
“Someone told me before that the genes of the Nucerians have been modified.” Qin Xia looked at Yochuka who was breathing heavily and even had a little excitement in his eyes, “Nukerians Superman deserves his reputation.”
"Am I also a product of genetic modification?" Angron suddenly asked.
"You are, but you are not the product of genetic modification here."
While the two were talking, they had already rushed towards the Ogryns. Now Qin Xia no longer needs to stand side by side with Angron. Facing a powerful enemy in battle, the two gradually separated and each went to help several gladiators.
An Ogryn had his head chopped off by Angron who rushed towards him.
Another Ogryn was suppressed to his knees by Qin Xia using psychic lightning, and then he was swarmed and hacked to death by the gladiators.
The last Ogryn was stabbed in the leg by Kleist with a spear. After staggering, Theseus, who rushed from the darkness, rode on his neck and poked his eyes out several times. Then Honor used his shield. Hit the head.
In the end, a gladiator named Cromach came forward with a brass broadsword, stabbed and slashed Ogryn in the heart, and finally killed him.
The cheers of the audience reached its peak.
"Without these two big guys, we wouldn't be able to stop the ogres." Kleist gasped violently and lay on the hot red sand.
"What happens then?" Angron asked.
"Then the ogre will kill all the children." Kleist replied, "When I was thrown into the arena when I was five years old, all the friends who came in with me died at the hands of the ogre. In the end, a few Ten gladiators dragged the ogre to exhaustion, and the fight ended in a draw, and I survived."
Hearing this, Angron frowned and looked at Yochuka and Theseus.
The two children had just learned from Kleist what they would face under normal circumstances, so at this time they both looked at Angron and Qin Xia with grateful eyes.
The feeling of being grateful and trusted made Angron feel like he was bathing in warm water.
The original body took a deep breath, smiled and nodded: "I'm just sorry that you will become gladiators."
After saying this, Angron's eyes suddenly shot towards the audience. Angron felt "pity" from the emotions of some viewers.
Some are lamenting the fact that they didn't get to see the most visually stunning performance the beastman known as the Ogre had to offer.
Qin Xia also looked towards the auditorium, but what he looked at was not the audience, but the most inconspicuous room among the many VIP rooms.
He was aware of psychic energy and the source of it.
...
"Saro, is this wizard powerful?" Tarke lay on the sofa, pursed his lips and looked at the noble sitting next to him.
The nobleman was sitting upright and looked like an old-school nobleman.
"It's very powerful." Salo nodded, "If he can follow his habit...if he can be sent to the Julius family like before, like the wizards who were discovered before, that would be really great. "That's great."
"No." Tucker shook his head, "I have other plans for this person. No matter what your family's reasons are for collecting wizards, I don't care. Anyway, you put it away. Your thoughts.”
Salo Julius nodded silently.
Talk turned over on the sofa and watched the host introducing the winner of the gladiatorial battle.
The two watched for a while, and Salo suddenly asked: "Sir, tell me, why do people in our world hate wizards so much?"
Hearing this, Tarke took a sip of wine. , thought about it, and replied: "Because the first ruler of Nuceria was a wizard, those who resisted him at that time would definitely fail, until my glorious ancestor, the first Tarke, was punished by the gods. The guide found the ancient weapons arsenal and used technology to defeat the wizard tyrant."
"Saro nodded.
Tarke added: "History records that the ancestors of your Julius family were also wizards, but they were wizards who helped my ancestors. Is it true that your family still retains the methods of using witchcraft to this day?"
“Witchcraft ability is not a stable inheritance.” Salo looked at Tarke with a wry smile, “You know the equipment I use, they arm me like a rice dumpling, but whenever I want I'm a wizard, so I just..."
"Okay, shut up." Talk suddenly became impatient and poured the wine in the cup towards Salo, "You think I care about your family. That shit? Your family is full of bastards except you. Do you remember that I told you that if I ask you about Julius, you only need a short answer."
Saro didn’t feel angry or annoyed. He gently wiped off the wine on his body and replied with a smile: “We grew up together. I have always found you difficult to figure out, let alone let me behave in a way that matches yours. Habits and likes and dislikes."
"Shut up!" Tucker said fiercely.
Salo helplessly spread his hands.
The two were silent for a while.
Saro's eyes were fixed on Qin Xia in the arena, and his eyes gradually broke away from the limitations of his subjective perspective.
Then the two looked at each other.
The next second, Salo suddenly felt someone hit his head. He felt that his spirit was even shattered for a moment.
Standing in the arena, Qin Xia sensed the spiritual energy and tried to test the source of the spiritual energy. He stared at Salo. After witnessing his reaction, he was extremely convinced that this was the source of the spiritual energy he suddenly felt.
Saro is a psyker.
After waiting for a long time, Salo weakly raised his hand, put it on Tarke's shoulder, and pretended to be normal and asked: "I hope to choose a guard, choose among the gladiators, okay? ?"
"Of course." Tucker shrugged, "We are close friends. Anyway, the arena is my private property, so are the gladiators, so you can do whatever you want."
(End of this chapter. )