Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Chapter 327

C327 – The End (?? )

Posted on January 9, 2019 by AzureOrchid92

There was no snow fall on this day, and the sun was shining.

The place where the higher slaves were seated had the tarpaulin sheltering them from the sun, and the surrounding flags showing these cities’ symbols were fluttering in the wind.

In the field, the sun was suffusing the person with golden light, as he powerfully whirled his hands with the axe. He was facing the beast with a blow every step, and every blow seemed to have the power of his whole body. In these number of steps, each one was getting stronger.

The sounds of the steps on the ground heard on the field were like there were huge beasts fighting. The war drum sounds was adding a bit of a chill and shock to the battlefield.

Although Snowfield City arranged this opening war with a suspicion making a show, this Snowfield City young master also showed his strength next to this fighting beast. He also knew how to fight. After a hit, he would avoid the giant beast’s counterattack. His important body parts would then be blocked by the armor if the attacks managed to hit.

Despite the battle ground in the middle of the Colosseum being full of sand, the slave owners were still able to see the battlefield. The sand on the battlefield were screened, so that it includes some particles of larger sand. Even in a desert sandstorm with the sand flying, it would not be the case with the pit as those dust would not float around and interfere with the audience.

What the slave owners thought of as “good” battles must be a blood stained battlefield. The more dyed red it was the better. Otherwise, it would be considered a failed battle.

In the battlefield, the grains of sand were shaken up and crashed into the surrounding walls, making a storm of noise.

The axe’s blade continued hacking on the beast, leaving a blood-red scar. The giant beast’s body became like a spring, the blood flowing on the sand of the Colosseum.

There was madness in this wide Colosseum. In the stands, the slave owners were shouting and cheering for the kill. The atmosphere brewing all around.

The beast finally reluctantly roared and fell to the ground.

The Snowfield City young master then lifted his axe, shouting and circling around the ring. His golden armor has been stained red by the blood of the beast, looking like the killing of a god. Hence, this Snowfield City young master seemed kind of overbearing and overweening with this momentum.

Seeing this scene, the Snowfield City King smiled satisfactorily. In the future, if the person who would inherit his throne did not have strength, what would happen? Today’s battle was to let the others see more of the future Snowfield King.

No matter what other people thought, the Snowfield King thought that his own children had more ability than other’s anyway. At the start of the next beast fight, the pride in his face had not diminished yet.

Just as the crowd talked about the future Snowfield King who had just finished his battle with the beast, in the Rock Tomb City grandstand area, the king was holding a delicate wine glass, slowly tasting the wine inside. He had heard the discussion around but he did not express his views. He just smiled, giving little attention to these big-name peers.

The first game was finished. After a little cleanup in the field, the second game began.

The young slave owners mostly liked to watch a battle between beasts. It looked fun, but older ones mostly preferred to watch a battle between man and beast. As a result, many of the slaves who were ambitious enough to climb up began to stand up and express their willingness to play.

At the beginning of the second game, the beast battle was no longer for show.

The real start of the beast fight could be seen as indeed a thrilling brutal battle. Unlike the magnificent show at the opening, it was a bloody and brutal battle that satisfied the intentions of the slave owners.

The slave owners usually kept the battle beasts well fed, but in the days before the Colosseum opening, they stopped feeding them a lot of food, deliberately letting them experience a little bit of starvation because it would enhance the ferocity of these fighting beasts.

When these strategically-fed battle beasts were brought out to the entry channel, and after opening the heavy stone gate into the battlefield, one of these long time trapped battle beast finally got its freedom. Its teeth showed as it shouted and roared like a rolling thunder. The whole Colosseum then seemed to be shaken. To the people in the stands, they felt a kind of hairy, bone shacking feeling.

The second fight was with two high-ranking slaves from Fire Hill City.

Each battle did not limit how many people could participate. Therefore, sometimes there were more than one person in the fight, sometimes fewer people.

Two slaves, one who seemed not physically strong, but with a lot more cunning and was quick in battle while the other was a complete power slave, his every blow was just enough. The two men’s cooperation made an improvement in the appreciation of this battle, at least to the satisfaction of the cities’ slave owners.

There was no need to tease the beast. When it was finally released, the fighting beast desperately needed to release its killing intent. People killing beast and beasts getting killed made the atmosphere tense and exciting.

In the Colosseum, screams, shouts, strange howls and cheers were all jumbled together. The Colosseum formed into a vortex, with all the emotions involved in it, almost tearing all other distractions and making it crazier.

At the end of the second battle, both the beast and two slaves were seriously wounded. Both sides lost the ability to continue fighting, and finally, the Snowfield City King decided to end the second fight. As for who won and who lost, that was not important. What was important was that most enjoyed the process and the rest of the Fire Hill City people were left to worry about it. After all, the second fight’s slaves were from their city. Losing also meant the Fire Hill City lost face.

Seeing that the Fire Hill City’s people’s angry faces, the Snowfield City King’s mood became better.

The third game was a battle between two beasts from Sand Mountain City and Skywheel City.

In the gap before the beginning of the third game, Luoye City King Su Lun had the slaves around him bring his words to Su Gu.

“Father asked you to prepare for the fourth game.” Su Gu’s face was complex. If this collaborator fought the beast and died, wouldn’t he get a lot less benefits?

Shao Xuan heard this speech and was only slightly surprised. He had requested that if Lei and Tuo were forced in the end, he would take action next. But now, the third game only began, with the fourth game not yet seen, then what could have Su Lun learned?

Hence, it seemed that Su Lun did not at all understand the arrangement of Baishi City. This was his means to understand.

“I understand.” Shao Xuan nodded. He was prepared and was not surprised.

“Also,” Su Gu lowered his voice as he spoke to Shao Xuan, “Baishi has prepared a recently caught horned lizard beast. It was not enslaved, so it was wild and very strong. Moreover, the horned lizard beast is not so easily irritated as the other fighting beasts. They understand the situation well, so if you intend to use any strategy to induce it to madness, then find a loophole. But it may not be successful.”

Su Gu gave Shao Xuan a talk about the desert horn lizard beast’s habits and way of fighting. A horned lizard beast rarely could be put under a trap and a lure like food had limited effect on them. At the same time, the horned lizard beast’s rejection of other organisms was also very strong. If it were in the same battlefield and encountered other people, a horned lizard beast would definitely kill all these people, and even one would not be left alive.

“I heard that Baishi told several city owners that the arrangement for this battle would certainly make everyone satisfied.” Su Gu said.

In general, the beast fight was a battle between several cities, like the second and third games. But sometimes, it was the city’s own arrangements, like the opening of the first game. Then, there was another example, like the fourth game that Baishi had arranged.

“Can you predict for yourself?” Su Gu asked.

“Can’t.” Shao Xuan replied. He also tried divination, and did not get a definite indication. But he thought that something big was brewing.

“Be more careful. If you can’t beat it, find a chance to avoid it then!” Su Gu was not optimistic about Shao Xuan. Even if its the three people grouped at the same time, even if they could exert their peak strength, here was not their mountain forest. There was no hidden shelter in place, so they could only bite the bullet. Besides, Shao Xuan’s group of three’s strength was also insufficient. Maybe if it was put in other places, but here in the Colosseum, where the strong always wins, it was just not enough.

Shao Xuan’s breakthrough to senior-level totem warrior was not told to other people, so Su Gu did not know Shao Xuan’s current strength. Besides, even if he knew, he would still not be optimistic.

“All right, I’ll go down first.”

Shao Xuan pulled at his clothes, then left the stands with Ai Shi. Behind the stands was a step leading to the Colosseum from where they were able to reach the tunnel into the battlefield.

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