After confirming the bet, Elizabeth picked up the gold-plated list for today's fight and was going to choose someone, but Avril stretched out her fan to block her movement. She coughed lightly and said: "You and I know all the slaves with high rankings, it's not fair to let them duel, it's better to choose under a thousand, this way it's more depends on God."
Elizabeth snorted, then put down the gilded list and took out the ordinary list in the corner. All slaves out of a thousandth names were here.
Upon seeing this, Avril immediately took out the list, pretended to glance at it casually, pointed to the name at the bottom of the list, and said to the maid beside her: "I'll place my bet on Ares, go and register."
Elizabeth frowned and glanced at Ares at the bottom. She seemed a little suspicious but remained silent for a moment and said nothing. She directly pointed to the name at the top of the list: "I choose Hashar."
Avril took a look and looked like she had expected it.
Avril doesn't come to the arena often and rarely places bets. The reason why she made a bet with Elizabeth today was because she heard her father talking about this slave named Ares yesterday. Her father said that this slave had unlimited potential and was so lethal that he could almost sweep through the entire slave camp. She's definitely winning this bet.
Ares was bought by the lord at a huge price. Although he only participated in one gladiatorial fight in the Rose Arena and was only an unknown number of two thousandths, it was only a matter of time before he climbed to a high position.
Back to now, Avril hadn't taken a dirty slave into her heart before, but when she heard that Elizabeth was in the arena, she suddenly thought of this slave. If it was like what her father said, then why couldn't she slap Elizabeth in her face this time?
The most important thing is that she chose Ares at No. 2000, but Elizabeth chose No. 1200, the highest-ranking person on the ordinary list. If such a disparity still results in losing to the person she chose, then Elizabeth could not deny all this.
The plan went better than expected, and Avril couldn't help but have a proud smile on her face, which she suppressed again.
Soon, the two maids went to place their bets, and the arena quickly arranged the next game for the two to place their bets.
This is the rule of the arena. Once a spectator places a huge bet, no matter how different the rankings are between the slaves, they must fight.
Soon the last one ended and the next one arrived as scheduled.
People on other floors of the tower also followed them and placed bets. After all, the two most distinguished girls in the Rose Manor chose this slave fight. Everyone wanted to get involved, but most people blindly chose Hashar, whom Elizabeth had placed a bet on, only a handful of people bet on Ares.
Avril was furious, but then she thought that the higher Elizabeth was praised, the harder she would fall. Then Avril lost all her temper and just waited excitedly for the victory horn.
Ares already knew that he was being bet before he stepped onto the "disc", but it's no different than before.
He boarded the "disc" and habitually took off his shirt before raising his eyes to look at the opponent in front of him, but after a moment he lowered his eyes again, waiting for the horn to sound.
Soon the horn sounded, and the opponent roared and rushed towards him. The three-hundred-kilogram Hashar looked very heavy, and even his fists were as heavy as sandbags.
Ares did not dodge, raised his eyes, and stared at him with his green eyes. When he was one step away from the man, he suddenly raised his arm, pulled away, grabbed the other man's arm, and threw the man off his shoulder.
What people couldn't believe was that a man weighing more than 300 kilograms had such a huge impact, but Ares forcefully knocked him to the ground with only one hand.
The "Bang" sound was heard even by Elizabeth who was four floors away in the tower, which showed how hard he fell.
Elizabeth finally had a substantial understanding of Ares's fighting power. If it was such a fighting power, it didn't seem surprising that he could become the slave king.
Hashar was knocked dizzy and blood even came out of his mouth. He groaned but still struggled hard to get up. Many people bet on him today, once he loses the game, he will have to pay a big price, so he must win today, and he must win beautifully, killing or maiming his opponent, so that the reward he gets will be more.
Hashar's slender eyes were filled with ferocious murderous intent.
But Ares obviously wouldn't give him this chance. The next moment he knocked the opponent down, jumped on the man's body, raised his hand, and hit the opponent's temple quickly with his elbow.
It was like a thunderous blow. Hashar's whole face was shaking. Bloodshot appeared in his slender eyes almost in the blink of an eye. He glanced at the dark sky in a daze, and then his head tilted and he fainted.
After the referee confirmed that Hashar had lost his attack power, he stood on the high platform and spoke with a high and passionate voice: "Ares, challenge the 1,200th Hashar, Ares wins! Become the new 1,200th. Congratulations to Warriors Ares, may the God of War be with you, and may the Goddess of Victory always favor you. "
The spectators cheered immediately on the field, but the next second they were drowned out by the curses. The roaring curses were unpleasant and noisy but it is not difficult to understand. After all, they all placed bets on Hashar.
Naturally, you will not be happy if you lose money.
The most unhappy one among them was Elizabeth. She threw away the folding fan in her hand with a cold face, climbed up on the low wall in front of her, and looked down at the man in the center of the "disk", her beautiful face covered with frost.
Avril was chirping at the side, but she didn't care at all. She raised her hand high and pointed at Ares in the field, and her voice was cold and biting: "Wash that dog clean and tie it up for me."
Avril walked over with a fake smile and said with a worried look: "Elizabeth is okay, you are still young and no one will laugh at you, get down quickly, otherwise others will think you can't afford to lose and want to jump down from the wall. That's quite embarrassing."
After saying that, she waved her fan and giggled, pointing to the crowd on the third floor and saying, "You just caused a group of people to lose money. If you always stand up there, you will be scolded."
Elizabeth turned to look at her, with a pair of azure eyes filled with contempt and sarcasm: "Have you not realized it after all these years? No one has ever blamed Elizabeth Spencer, and never."
Even though Elizabeth looked at her with such a sarcastic and contemptuous expression, her face was still beautiful. Avril's gloating smile froze at her mouth, and she sadly realized that yes, no one would ever hate Elizabeth, even if she was vicious and arrogant, they would never disdain her. She shows her badness in front of others, but no one will hate her.
As long as she is willing to show some kindness, those people will keep wagging their tails to cater to her. This is what Avril hates the most.
But so what? At least she lost this time.
Avril shook her fan fiercely a few times, and immediately raised her smile: "Maybe, but you still have to come down and apologize. If you don't keep your words, you will be scolded by the Lord."
Elizabeth looked at Ares who was tied up by the swarming guards and rushed to the fourth floor of the tower. Her blue eyes were cold: "Why are you so anxious? I always have to show my sincerity, don't I?"
Ares, who was quickly washed clean and put on new clothes by guards, was carried up to the fourth floor of the tower.
Different from the second and third floors, the fourth floor of the tower is extremely luxurious. The ground is covered with thick blankets, and even the railings in the viewing area are in the shape of golden vines.
Moreover, the fourth floor is different from the other floors below, instead of open-viewing seats, there are small cubicles. Each cubicle has luxurious decorations, and there are bright-looking slaves at the door who specialize in serving nobles and riches.
Ares was carried into the room with the best view and the most spacious compartments. Several guards threw him on the carpet and quickly retreated.
Ares steadied his body and raised his eyes, immediately seeing Elizabeth standing on the low wall, dressed in red.
She had a cold face and looked back at him condescendingly, looking unhappy.
Ares pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and covered them with his brown eyelashes. He seemed to know who made the bet today, and it seemed like she should have lost.
Ares raised his eyebrows, and the scars on his back that hadn't fully healed seemed to be hurting again.
Not only does it hurt, but it also feels a little itchy...