He walked slowly into the battle arena along the passageway. The smell of blood assaulted his senses. There was no such thing as cleaning the battlefield in the colosseum. After a period of time, a layer of sand and soil would be covered up to cover everything.
Pulling out the greatsword from his back, Zhuo Wen stared at the other side of the colosseum. A few Noxus soldiers were leading a golden-haired man, unlocking the chains and pushing him into the colosseum.
The native Demacia people all had green eyes and blonde hair, and this person was no exception. However, his body was similar to the previous people. He was covered in a stench and wore tattered clothes that had turned black. The exposed parts of his body were covered by a thick layer of dirt.
He carried a blood-stained metal sword on his back. Although his appearance was very indecent, his eyes hid an unyielding will.
"Justice! Stay with me!"
Ignoring the gloating expressions of the countless spectators, the Demacia soldier pulled out the huge sword on his back and roared angrily. He faced Zhuowen, and a powerful aura surged from his body in an instant.
Justice, be with me! This was the slogan that Demacia often used in battle. Other than this, it was all about long live Demacia. Compared to this, Noxus was much more shabby. Very few people shouted long live Noxus on the battlefield! Basically, there was only one word! That was to kill!
From his actions, it could be seen that this person was a strong-willed Demacia soldier. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and was captured. Although he was not killed on the spot, he was not much better.
He had killed his compatriots on the spot and helped him clean up before returning to the empire. At this moment, he could only die in a foreign country.
" A great soldier," Zhuo Wen sighed. If he could, he also wished that he would appear in the open, civilized Demacia instead of the dark, bloody, and brutal Noxus. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. Now, all Zhuo Wen could do was kill him!
There was no communication or verbal threat. Jowen raised his silver greatsword and charged at the Demacia soldiers. He was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed as he charged forward.
The faint sense of threat that Zhuo Wen gave him made the Demacia soldier frown slightly. With a solemn expression, he raised his greatsword and roared as he charged forward.
"Clang!"
The two giant metal swords collided with each other and made a loud noise.!”Zhuo Wen roared loudly as the veins on his arms bulged. He suddenly increased his strength, and the huge force sent his opponent flying.
The Demacia soldier felt a huge force on his arms that were holding the greatsword, and a trace of fear flashed across his face. He did not expect Jowen to be so powerful. Before he could react, the huge force had already sent him flying back and landed heavily on the ground.
"Bang!"
Dragging the silver greatsword with his right hand, Zhuo Wen started running with large strides. His right foot stomped on the ground fiercely, causing him to leap up high while running. He gripped the silver greatsword tightly and slashed down fiercely, not giving his opponent any chance to slow down.
From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Wen had been relying on his body to fight. He had not used any of his special abilities.
The soldier who was sent flying rolled on the ground, dispersing the terrifying force. However, Zhuo Wen had already charged forward once again. His silver greatsword slid through the air and slashed down.
The situation did not allow him to think too much. The soldier quickly used his slightly trembling arms to raise his greatsword before his chest to block Zhuo Wen's attack. At this moment, it was impossible for him to dodge. He could only do his best to resist. The two of them were not on the same level of strength. The difference was too great.
"Ahhh!"
A furious roar came out from his mouth. Unfortunately, everything seemed to be too powerless. Zhuo Wen, who was extremely strong, and the power he brought with him when he jumped up was enough to crush him.
He raised the greatsword in front of him and tilted it, bringing his body to the ground. The silver greatsword left a terrifying gap on the greatsword. With a spin, he used his fitness skill to cut it down. The Demacia soldier, whose arms were numb and trembling, was no longer able to stop the follow-up attack. The corner of his mouth, which was already bleeding, curled up into a smile and coughed lightly."Dema, long live Demacia…"
"Swoosh ~~"
The silver greatsword slid across his body. The soldier's smile froze and he slowly fell down. Before he died, his eyes could not help but move in the direction of his hometown.
You are a great soldier, but your standpoint and mission are different.
With a flick of his wrist, Zhuo Wen calmly looked at everything that he had caused. With a flick of his wrist, the blood on the silver greatsword was shaken off. He put the greatsword on his back and turned to leave.
"Roar!"
"Little bartender! Good job!"
" I should have killed him long ago!!!"
When the battle ended, countless people stood up and roared. If the person who had died was just a prisoner, then most people would only be discussing it. However, this person was a Demacia soldier who had once resisted the Noxus army. This caused the people in the colosseum to go crazy.
The battle between Noxus and Demacia had lasted for nearly four hundred years. There were too many grudges between them, and they were deeply rooted in the hearts of the two countries.
The difference was that Noxus dared to kill the captives and sell them as slaves, but Demacia could not. They stood on the side of justice, so they could only try their best to let the captives join Demacia and give them lenient policies to let them join Demacia.
However, the soldiers who were captured by Demacia rarely accepted such conditions because they knew that if they did so, their families far away in the dynasty would all be in trouble. The dynasty would not just watch them join the enemy camp. They would be assassinated by the assassins of the dynasty until they died.
Arriving outside the colosseum, Zhuo Wen turned his head to look at the colosseum behind him. He felt that his heart was very calm, without a single ripple. Could it be that he was destined to be the same kind of person as them? Was this fate?
"Boss asked me to pick you up. Get in the car.”
Outside the colosseum, Lefran's carriage stopped by the road, Xiao Wu standing beside it.
Zhuo Wen nodded and got into the carriage.
The carriage slowly headed towards the tavern and soon arrived outside.
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