The dawn of the morning dawn outlines a poignant brilliance, the warm morning light radiates heat, dispels the coldness of the night, and the shadows slowly dissipate from Roman City, and the red light gradually blends with the uncleaned blood stains on the gladiatorial arena, as if they are one and the same.

On winter nights, the biting cold does not stop people from frenzy for gladiator performances.

A rare all-night gladiatorial fight, until the dawn of the morning, the curtain came to an end.

Oh!!

The audience cheered, the mountains shouted and the tsunami screamed, and all men, women, and children, shouted a name:

"Conan, the Barbarian!"

"Long live Conan!"

"Long live the barbarians!"

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Conan, the king of the barbarians of the Northlands and the king of the barbarians in the eyes of the Romans, once again defeated a powerful foe during his gladiatorial career, setting a record of nine hundred and ninety-nine consecutive victories.

According to the Law of Gladiator Performance, as long as a gladiator in the Roman country can achieve a thousand consecutive victories, he can obtain the king's pardon and become a free man.

The central arena, which was large enough to hold 50,000 people, and in some cases even 100,000, the soil under the barbarians' feet had long since turned from the original grayish-brown to purple-black, the color of the blood of countless gladiators.

Conan, the barbarian king, was only covered with a bear skin with a burly body that was two meters tall, and his bronzed skin rippled with a slippery luster in the morning sun, reflecting the color that made the cheeks of countless noble ladies flush.

His weapon was a rusty, one-handed axe, the blade of which was stained with the blood of his opponents, and white brains were faintly visible.

It's fast, it's fast.

Just another victory......

Freely! Freely!

Conan was driven crazy, and for the sake of freedom, he personally killed his comrades who were sent to the gladiatorial arena with him, and his brother who had been with him for twenty years, all just for the sake of damn freedom.

Roman II glanced at the barbarian with disdain, and wriggled his fat body to his feet, which remained unchanged despite the mottled marks on the king's face and his increasingly fat figure.

He was still the seventeenth Romance king recognized by Caligula.

"Shut up, pigs!"

His Majesty cursed his subjects harshly.

The order spread quickly, and the cheers and screams were of course gone in an instant. A hint of majesty appeared on the king's face, and he looked at the barbarian king in the gladiatorial arena with a haughty gesture:

"Barbarian Conan, first of all, congratulations, becoming the 179th gladiator in the Central Colosseum to have a ninety-ninety-nine winning streak since its establishment, and I look forward to your freedom."

This sentence seemed to exhaust all the strength of His Majesty, and he lay down under the service of his attendants, and gracefully picked up a goblet filled with red wine.

The spilled red wine symbolizes the official beginning of the final battle that will determine Conan's freedom.

The comically dressed host shouted in an unusually exaggerated tone:

"The god of blood and slaughter reigns supreme, another beautiful battle, and good luck for our barbarian king, his next opponent is him!"

The presenter stretched out his long, white left hand, and pointed his index finger at the oval arch facing Conan.

Click!

The iron gate slowly opened, and a figure appeared.

The gladiator's whole body was wrapped in pitch-black iron armor, which had a strong exotic style, and the exquisite workmanship could be seen, and the mottled marks carved the pattern on the cuirass in all directions, faintly showing that it resembled a snake or crocodile-like creature.

There is a strange mask on his face, and the material is actually expensive gold, carving a demon face that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and there is a feeling of infiltration at a glance.

This mask is not a product of the Romance kingdom or even the Western Continent, but comes from the far east, which means "傩" in the Oriental language, and the Western Continent pronunciation is NUO.

At the sight of the visitor, the audience erupted into even more violent shouts, and the screams continued to rise and fall, and most of them came from the noble ladies and most of the noble ladies.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Ignoring Conan's ugly expression, the host shouted sharply in a castrated voice:

"Come, ladies and gentlemen, the last obstacle to the path of freedom to the barbarian king Conan is him, from the far east, the only heir of the land of Seris rich in tea and silk, the red blood fang, the wings of the broken country, the last true dragon of the Eastern world, the mad prince who destroyed the country!"

A succession of titles illustrate the gladiator's extraordinary origins, the Eastern Realm, a territory so vast that it almost rivals the size of the entire Western Continent, with a mysterious and long heritage, even though it was defeated by the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Western Continent Blood Alliance three years ago.

Conan took a deep breath, and in the entire arena, the Mad Prince was his most feared opponent, even though he was tied with him as the "Three Star Gladiators of Roman".

The probability of winning by yourself is less than 30%, but for the sake of freedom, in order to return to the land of galloping horses again, even if there is only a 1% chance of fighting.

Step up to the colosseum and the show begins.

Conan ran quickly, his majestic body did not affect his speed, his posture was as strong as that of a cheetah, and the hand holding the battle axe was slung cross-legged at his waist, ready to wait for a surprise attack in front of the mad prince.

Conan was strong enough to kill a sturdy long-haired bull in an instant, and the weight of a one-handed battle axe reached an exaggerated forty pounds, enough to cut the mad prince's armor in two pieces from the middle.

The two approached quickly, and at the moment when Conan's tomahawk was swung, the mad prince finally pulled out the weapon at his waist.

Straight-edged knives, with only one end of the blade and a slight curve upward, are extremely suitable for chopping, but at the same time they are too light to be cut off when butted with a tomahawk. Weapons from the East can only be truly powerful when held in the hands of Eastern swordsmen with ultra-high skills, and unfortunately, one of the Mad Prince's series of titles is "Red Tooth".

It is hard to imagine how many people's blood it takes to forge such a terrible murderous name!

The long knife was unsheathed, and the snow-like light of the sword drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and it was unimaginable that the swordsmanship used to kill people could be as beautiful as a court dance, no matter how many times they watched it, commoners, nobles and even Roman II were intoxicated by it.

The fierce killing machine suddenly woke up Conan, the sword light fell, and the attack he swung was difficult to change, and he could only change the trajectory slightly at the cost of torn muscles.

Bite!

Burst!

With a crisp sound, a muffled sound, the tomahawk swept off the Mad Prince's mask, and the long knife slashed the Barbarian King's throat, splattering blood and splattering the Mad Prince's face.

The crowd erupted in screams again, cheering for the Mad Prince, not just for his performance, but also for his looks.

"What a beautiful and lovely person, no matter how many times you see it, it's not enough!"

"Oh! Honorable God, why should I see Him, this is a sin! ”

"Delicate flowers, I hope the rhizomes are so strong and beautiful!"

"Praise my God, let the sword plunge into my chest, let the blood soak my body, one night, just let me have a wonderful night with that beautiful child, whatever the cost, please grant you the insignificant love of your humble believers, I can't stand it anymore......"

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All kinds of eyes, curious, greedy, fiery, obscene...... Nailed straight to the mad prince's face, he didn't want to move for a moment, most of them were women, but there were also a few males with bad intentions and some kind of dirty thoughts.

The mad prince who destroyed the country, a man with a beautiful face as a woman, white skin like milk, long black hair as smooth as the most expensive silk, and a face covered with blood did not affect his beauty in the slightest.

His Royal Highness, the once noblest prince of the Eastern Kingdom, was reduced to a gladiator slave after the destruction of the country, and no matter what his status, he could not affect his own thrilling beauty.

Conan made a ho-ho sound in his throat and his eyes widened as he stared at the Mad Prince, as if to imprint this androgynous face in his heart.

And the mad prince, from the beginning of the battle, closed his eyes from beginning to end.

Blind Battle!

The crowd cheered as they did not extinguish the prince's exquisite skills.

With a miserable laugh, Conan could not believe that the last step towards freedom was actually defeated at the hands of such a person, not a dragon fight, but a battle like a proud cat playing with a mouse.

With extreme hatred, Conan fell into the dust, but he didn't know whether this hatred was directed against the mad prince who had the same fate, or the Romans who caused this fate, and the moment before his consciousness dissipated, he heard the host shouting in his exaggerated male duck voice:

"It is a pity, gentlemen, ladies, and our esteemed majesty, the Barbarian King, who has failed at the last of his quest for freedom, and whom our God needs to serve. This is a great good thing, let's bless him, and now there is a second good thing, in a beautiful performance, His Royal Highness defeated the brave and warlike Barbarian King Conan, setting a record of 999 consecutive victories, and in the upcoming triumphal ceremony, let's look forward to the last performance of His Royal Highness the Prince's pursuit of freedom. ”