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The last gathering place of the leprechauns is in the winding mountains in the north of Scotland. Google search reading

For hundreds of years, the lords of the seven countries have long tried to take back this rich mountain from the leprechauns. They have come up with various methods. From mobilizing troops to making up legends, claiming that the villages of these creatures store a lot of gold and silver.

The lords have made some progress intermittently, but they have never completely wiped out this tribe from the territory.

Failure to completely destroy it will only make the survivors stronger.

After experiencing one human attack after another, the leprechaun tribe is well aware of the offensive methods that humans can think of now.

Facing the cavalry charge, running away is useless.

The leprechauns raised the soft sand on the ground and created a layer of yellow sand barrier. When the cavalry rushed into the formation, nearly half of the leprechauns were crushed by the horses' hooves, but some of the tribesmen still survived the charge of the war horses.

Then it was time for the leprechauns to fight back.

The gladiator lords traveled thousands of miles to capture all kinds of strange creatures from all over the world, just to let them present wonderful performances. Before entering the arena, the dwarves had never been hungry, and except for the chains tied on their hands, they had not suffered any other abuse.

The anger that had been accumulated in their bodies for several months was completely erupted at this moment. The dwarves skillfully raised their sabers and slashed at the joints of the war horses.

They didn't hit too many.

But hitting a few horses was enough.

The cavalry under Zendaya were all elite backbones selected by Senator Crassus from the Roman border guards. As one of the few countries in the Western Continent with professional soldiers, Rome has its own cavalry training method that has been used since the Republic period.

When the cavalry charged, everyone had a position that belonged to them, and any difference would be corrected by the commander. Under the day and night training of the army, almost everyone can engrave this set of formations in their genes.

However, being too rigid means a lower tolerance rate.

The enemy in the Roman cavalry's imagination was the Arab cavalry on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea. The long spears and sabers were used to chop the knights on horseback. The enemy would not attack the horse's legs like this group of halflings.

Several horses in the array fell down, and the bodies of the horses fell heavily to the ground with heavy horse armor on their backs, blocking the way forward for the knights behind.

The Roman cavalry was immediately thrown to the ground.

The audience in the stands obviously did not expect this situation.

Even in the central viewing platform, several members of the royal family stood up in exclamation.

The nobles around Sartre fell into silence at the same time. In order to ensure the effect of the show, accidents where weak teams defeated strong teams in the Colosseum would often happen, but this happened in the first game, which obviously exceeded everyone's expectations.

The yellow sand rolled in the venue. The audience could not see the details of the battle for a while, and could only vaguely hear the neighing of the horses falling to the ground and see the blood jumping out of the smoke and dust.

Among all the people, only Sartre and Guraul beside him sat firmly in place.

The two followed Loki and fought for their whole lives. Even if they died in battle, they fought against powerful undead swordsmen in the underworld for 13 years.

From killing the living to killing the dead.

In terms of combat experience, no one in the world is richer than these two.

After the two sides entered the field, Sartre felt that he could still feel the majestic fighting spirit emanating from this group of Roman cavalry even if he closed his eyes.

This is the momentum of veterans. Without more than ten years of battlefield baptism and dozens of victories, mortals, no matter what gods they believe in, will never be able to cultivate it on their own.

On the other hand, the group of monsters on the other side are just a group of subspecies creatures struggling to survive.

It is easy for the Roman cavalry to kill them.

The key lies in how they want to play.

Since the beginning of the battle, his eyes have never left the tall Viking boy in the field.

Although the distance was quite far, Sartre could still feel that this boy was not a chosen one who believed in any gods, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation flowing in his meridians in a regular manner.

He was just an ordinary mortal boy.

At the age of 15, he had no power of being chosen by gods, but this did not prevent him from standing in the duel field, as experienced as a veteran of hundreds of battles.

The battle field in the center of the Colosseum was quite vast.

After the battle began, facing the charge of the Roman cavalry, when all mortals were still standing still, the boy immediately ran to the shadows at the edge of the arena.

In order to ensure that he had enough starting speed, he even threw away the weapon given to him by the gladiator lord and ran to the periphery of the arena with his bare hands.

Faced with this choice, Sartre frowned slightly.

When the young Viking youth picked up the axe for the first time to fight, the old salty dogs were most worried that they would rush too far forward and lose their lives in vain.

When training Viking warriors, the most difficult lesson is not to teach them how to chop people, but to teach them how to retreat.

The ancient training that regards death in battle as the highest honor makes each of them ready to die when charging.

This Red Blood Pigeon is obviously not the Viking boy he knew.

"What is this for?"

Sartre subconsciously put in his own understanding.

After all, the arena is not a decisive battle between armies of countries. The limited venue can only accommodate a small number of gladiators.

There were only 26 Roman cavalry in total.

If you think about it from the perspective of victory, if you take advantage of the Roman cavalry's back-up and slash a few times in troubled waters, even if it may not be able to penetrate their golden armor and open a few wounds, it can still reduce their strength to a considerable extent. Vigorous.

When the enemy is in chaos, instead of taking action, you hide in such a remote corner. Doesn't this give the enemy a chance to breathe?

Seeing him hiding on the edge of the arena like a lizard, Sartre suddenly thought of Loki, who was now the King of Paris.

When he was young, he followed the lord to go to war. Loki was a guy who never played tricks with common sense. Whether taking to the battlefield or tapping resources, he always has his own unique set of ideas.

Could it be

While Sartre was concentrating on his thoughts, sudden changes occurred in the duel field.

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