The arena was built on the Polo River, covering an area of 50,000 square meters. It is shaped like a bird's nest and has four floors.The first floor is where slaves appear, and it serves as a prison for wild beasts and condemned prisoners, the second, third, and fourth floors are the spectator stands.
The place where the gladiatorial battle was built in the middle of the river. It stood alone on the river like a "disc" and did not establish a passage with the turret.
Each person or beast who participates in a gladiatorial battle is sent to the "disc" from a boat, and after the end, it will be also picked up by the boat. Of course, if they die on the "disc", they will be thrown directly into the river, and there are countless crocodiles in the river.
Of course, you may win, but if you are too exhausted to climb onto the rescue boat. At that time, you cannot expect the rescuers to drag you onto the boat. Most of the time, they will choose to row away and throw you on the "disc", when the moon is dark and the wind is high, hungry crocodiles may climb up the "disc" and eat you up.
In short, this is a place where demons will stay away even if they come.
Bart followed Ares, observed the famous arena of this famous dynasty in Rose Manor.
Bart and his brother had traveled to various places since childhood and had seen many arenas. When they first heard about the arena in Rose Manor, they thought it was an exaggeration. But now, amid the deafening sound of horns and beacon smoke, they entered this arena full of sticky blood. Only after entering the famous arena did he realize that the rumors were not an exaggeration.
He wrinkled his nose and smelled the thick smell of blood, as if he had foreseen the miserable appearance of himself standing in the center of the winch covered in blood.
He didn't like it here, to be precise, he didn't like any bloody place, but as a fighting slave, he was destined to be unable to escape from the gladiatorial arena in his life.
Bart look at his brother, as expected, Ares was closing his eyes and smelling the strong smell of blood in the arena. Bart slapped his mouth, and he was used to it.
Ares was born with a lack of certain emotions. He had a vague sense of right and wrong and little empathy.
Therefore, he does not reject the gladiatorial arena, even compared to other things, he may prefer the feeling of fighting his way out of the arena purely by relying on brute force.
"Ares, guess what the name of this place is." Bart asked Ares with a smile as he remembered something.
Ares opened his eyes and glanced at the cages containing various beasts on the first floor and said casually: "Isn't it called Slaer?"
"Now the name has been changed. It's called the Rose Arena." Bart touched his chin and said with a very understanding look: "Have you seen these rose bushes on the first floor? They are growing very well? That's because the soil of the roses is dug out of the "disc", and the soil on the "disc" was soaked by blood all year round, which is the best fertilizer for roses.
"I heard that this method was thought up by Her Highness Elizabeth. At the end of every gladiatorial fight, Her Highness would bring people to dig out the soil on the "disc" and then fill it with fresh soil, causing the roses grew better and better, then the princess renamed it the Rose Arena."
After hearing this, glanced at the gorgeous and beautiful roses around him, picked up a bud and flicked a flower bone casually, and a sharp thorn pricked Ares' finger. But Ares's skin was too hard and there were no bleeding beads. It only stuck on the surface of the skin. He swept away the sharp thorn and walked into the cell.
Bart teased him from behind: "Brother, your skin is too thick. Even the sharp thorns of roses cannot pierce your skin. Is that mean you have no chance of being with a woman as beautiful as a rose? "
Ares ignored him and walked straight into his cell.
Soon, today's battle began with the sound of horns and shouts.
Humans and humans, humans and beasts, beasts and beasts, fight randomly and melee.
The smoke of each game and the cheers of the spectators herald a tragic victory and a sad demise. Life is obviously not worth mentioning in this cruel Rose Arena. The intense shouts stimulate the nerves of the duels on the winch, making them forget the fear of death and pain.
Excited and high-spirited, they stood on the boat that greeted them, and then, exhausted and covered in blood, they crawled back to the boat from the "disc", temporarily saving their lives.
Of course, those who win the battle are lucky. They win for the spectators who bet on them. The spectators will naturally give some small rewards cause they win a lot of money.
Pieces of coins were thrown at the victorious Slaves from time to time.
The fighting slaves ignored the pain in their bodies, bent down eagerly and greedily to pick up the scattered coins they had earned with their lives.
Soon, the hors d'oeuvres were over and the finale of the day came on.
The horn sound was louder and more majestic than the previous. Ares, who was leaning against the wall and playing roses, raised his eyes and looked at the cell on the other side of the "disc". Accompanied by the cheers of the spectators, a tall slave came out of the shadows and boarded the boat.
"Hoba! Hoba! Hoba!"
The spectators shouted the man's name excitedly, and the sound was deafening.
When the crowd's shouts died down, the referee loudly stated Hoba's heroic deeds and the ranking of the slaves in Rose Manor.
Hoba, 29 years old and 2.3 meters tall, has won the thrilling battle between one person and twenty people. He has also killed three lions with his bare hands. He has won countless single fights and was ranked first in the Rose Arena, three years ago.
Normally such a slave would not appear, unless there was a major festival, the lord would take it out to appreciate his game, or use it to deter unruly guests.
Of course, if you want to replace him as the number one, you can challenge him, but this is also a gradual process.
If you want to challenge him, you must first challenge the 1000th, 900th, 800th, 700th, and so on step by step, gradually moving up the rankings, until you reach the top 50, you can challenge him.
Of course, as the number one player, Hoba has the right not to accept the challenges from slaves who are not ranked in the top ten, but once someone is ranked in the top ten, according to the regulations, Hoba must accept the challenge.
If he wins, he still remains in the first position, enjoying all the gifts from the lord, and having a luxurious life and rights that are different from other fighting slaves.
But if he loses, will be kicked out of his luxurious house, confiscate all privileges, exchange number with the challenger, and give up everything he has now, even his wife and children.
Just like three years ago, Hoba, as the fifth slave, successfully challenged the first slave at the time and inherited the first slave's beautiful wife and children, as well as money and right.
Today, Hoba appeared because the top seventh slave challenged him.
As a newcomer, Ares is naturally not qualified to challenge the top-ranked Hoba. Even if he has always been at the top under other lords, he will have to start from scratch here.
But Ares and Hoba will face off sooner or later, it's just the matter of time.
Ares leaned against the wall, still playing roses in his hand, and his green eyes fell on the "disc", watching the so-called warrior Hoba and his challenger fight on the "disc".
But only several minutes, Ares looked back.
He lowered his eyes and counted the petals boredly. Only the delicate and fragile rose could be seen in his deep green eyes.
Bart looked back at his brother, and immediately laughed happily, and lost interest in Hoba, who had just won the game and showed off his power. Someone who can't even get his brother's attention is obviously nothing to fear.
There were a few more games to come, but after watching Hoba's unilateral brutal killing, the remaining scenes seemed a bit unsatisfactory. Most people chose to leave, and of course some placed bets on the last few games, and they persisted until the end.
Ares is ninth and Bart is tenth.
When Ares came on the "disc", most of the people on the second, third and fourth floors had already left. Most of the scattered spectators were just chatting, drinking and talking with friends. Only those who had placed bets on the match were watching carefully.
But soon, the violent wails and the dull sound of fist punches brought the drunken people back to their senses. They subconsciously grabbed the railings with their hands and looked at the "disk" attentively.
In the middle of the "disk", a tall man with his upper body naked, riding on an equally strong man. He strangled the man's neck with one hand, and hit him hard again and again with the other hand on the man's head.
The man beneath him was covered in bruises and blood, and his arms were twisted and paralyzed on the ground, were obviously broken. The most terrifying thing was that as the tall man hit him again and again, the skull of the man beneath him was smashed.
Red blood sprayed on the tall man's cheeks and eyelids, but he didn't even blink, and continued to hit the man at a steady speed and orderly, until his brains burst. The man underneath him was beaten to death without even a chance to give up on the "disc".
The judge excitedly announced the name of the winner loudly: "Ares challenge the 2000th Babu, Ares wins! Becoming the new 2000th! Congratulations to Ares warrior! May the God of War be with you, the Goddess of Victory will always favor you."
Ares stood up from the dead body, bent down and wiped his palms with the soil on the ground a few times, then got on the boat , turning a blind eye to the cheers and curses of the people in the stands.
Seeing that his brother was back, Bart waved happily and stepped onto the small boat that came to pick him up. He was challenging the 2500th place. Although the man ranked very low, his height and weight could not be ignored, but Bart was not afraid at all.
He stood in the middle of the "disc" and kicked the man who had just been beaten to death by his brother. He rudely kicked the man on the head that could no longer be called a head: "You deserve it, damn despicable villain! hiding a knife and wanting to stab Ares' eyes, it's unlucky for you to meet my brother."
After he finished scolding, Bart looked at the man he was challenging. He smiled and raised his hand and pointed outside the "disc". His brother who was scrubbing his hands on the first floor of the arena said, "That man is my brother. You'd better admit defeat and give up your ranking, otherwise my brother will definitely come to you after we leave the arena."
The man looked at Bart with a frown, and then found Ares who was looking up at the center of the field after washing his hands. After hesitating for a while, he raised his fist and attacked Bart.
Thirty seconds later, the man collapsed in front of Bart.
The referee announced the name of the winner: "Bart challenges the 2500th Hala, Bart wins! Became the new 2500th, congratulations to Bart."
The referee's voice this time was obviously not as loud as before, and he did not congratulate him with some nice words. He obviously despised Bart's shameless behavior.
But so what?
Bart nonchalantly jumped onto the boat that was waiting for him. The man who had been knocked down on the "disc" by Bart's gentle push immediately jumped up when he saw the boat, and boarded the boat unscathed.
Bart and Hala even chatted like brothers on the boat.
The rowing attendant on the boat sneered at these two people, but there was nothing he could do. After all, few people placed bets on events that slaves were ranked below 2,000th. If no one placed bets, the participating slaves did not need to work hard. Most of the time, they won't even take it seriously.
This is also the reason why no one watches the gladiatorial battles between the slaves ranked below 2,000th.