The fight was over. Two gladiators died and three were seriously injured. There was no danger to their lives, but they fainted.

    The audience cheered and shouted wildly for Harold''s equal gladiators, and even the noble masters in the VIP seat applauded and praised one after another.

    "Great, no blood power and no magic weapons. Only a dozen people defeated the troll!"

    "Is the name of the gladiator who uses the big sword harlott? What amazing destructive power. Kryon should not be comparable to him?"

    "Ha ha, you''re right this time. Such a wonderful play makes me a little hot blooded! Hey, arrange a fight for me, too. I''ll fight that Harold!"

    A group of nobles were surprised by Harold''s strength. Corleone has been famous for a long time and is a capable general of sarik. They all know that Harold has just come for less than a month, which is really the first time.

    The scar on one side crunched his teeth angrily. He not only didn''t kill Harold, but let him gain fame and noble praise.

    The noble master''s attitude towards the slave was more than that towards him, which made scar''s heart extremely distorted. He said in a very low voice, "you humble slave! I will definitely kill you!"

    In addition to the bald head, serious injury and coma, this Crusade can be said to be very perfect. Only two people were killed. The last time we dealt with the troll, we sent out more than 20 senior gladiators, all elite gladiators.

    Not only a dozen people were killed in the war, but the rest were also seriously injured. The reason why the casualties were so light this time was mainly due to the outstanding combat power of Harold and bald head, and better weapons.

    The strength of bald head is really strong. If it wasn''t for saving the gladiator, the troll''s attack would be difficult to hit him completely.

    If the bald head is given a magic weapon with flame power, so that he does not have to bear more than 60 kg of weapon load, and can effectively suppress the regeneration of trolls, it is not impossible for the bald head to challenge trolls alone.

    Harold is inferior to bald head mainly in technology and experience. His physical attributes are not weaker than bald head by virtue of [strong attack], [running] and other skills.

    Harold stood in front of the bald hospital bed, thinking blankly. Bald has always been the existence of his master and eldest brother. He has been taken care of by bald since he woke up.

    Baldheaded trained him, taught him fencing, and tried his best to help him get free. He was definitely Harold''s greatest benefactor after crossing.

    Harlott thought of count sarik and felt a little disappointed. The count didn''t come to see him once after his bald head was injured and unconscious!

    He didn''t stop the bald head from fighting. The bald head was punched by the troll, and his life and death were uncertain. He didn''t intervene in the fighting process.

    Harold understood that the count only used his bald head as a tool. He was a superior earl. He couldn''t really be good to his bald head. He was just worthless for his bald head.

    After the bald coma, scar was responsible for the operation of the arena alone, and the promise of the last fight promised by the bald to Harold did not come true.

    Scar sent someone to inform Harold that he would take part in a fight tomorrow to please the noble master.

    Harold could only accept this. He was bald and didn''t wake up. He was not qualified to resist the steward of the arena. Although the nobles were optimistic about Harold, they were not in a hurry to win him over.

    Because he was a slave in the arena, count sarik had to make it clear that he didn''t want them to throw olive branches.

    Count sarik felt that it would be better to let the bald head come forward and draw in Harold when he woke up, so even if Harold had shown extraordinary value, he could only continue to be a gladiator.

    Harold thought for a long time before going to bed at night. Tomorrow''s game should be an exhibition game, focusing on his future.

    After waking up, bald head will introduce himself to count sarik. Count sarik should also be happy to have another gold medal fighter.

    But Harold himself didn''t like it. He didn''t want to be count sarik''s dog!

    He wants to stand out, get honor and create his own brilliance! Being count sarik''s man is really a lifetime''s man!

    But he is just a slave. Can he refuse the solicitation of the master of the arena, count sarik?

    Although he was not willing to be ordinary, he was frightened when he fought with Warcraft. He was only one step away from death. The battle with trolls also made him feel weak and powerless. He was not very strong!

    Harold hesitated and tired. He couldn''t muster up the courage to refuse the count''s solicitation. Harold didn''t understand how to go after him.

    The dream is very far away. There are many difficulties in realizing the dream!

    Harold fell asleep, and he had another dream.

    In his dream, he was a town militia captain. He took a not beautiful but virtuous wife and gave birth to a man and a woman and two children.

    There is no passionate battle, no hot-blooded adventure. My daily work is just to punish some gangsters and clean up some illegal vendors.

    After work, go to the pub and have a few drinks with bald head, and then go home to accompany your wife and children.

    When he woke up, Harold noticed the smile on his mouth. He suddenly realized that it seemed that an ordinary and happy life was also good.

    Eight wives, dragon slaying warriors and territory titles don''t seem to be so attractive.

    After Harold woke up, he went to the ward to see his bald head. Now he is almost free from the jurisdiction of the guards. These guards also know that Harold will soon be liked by the noble people like his bald head.

    The bald head is much better. It looks like he is about to wake up. Harold is completely relieved.

    He was told to stand by at the entrance of the arena. It was his turn to take the stage immediately.

    Harold took his place leisurely, thinking about who his opponent was?

    Random cannon fodder? It shouldn''t be. It''s too perfunctory. The noble master can''t watch him fall asleep.

    World of Warcraft? No, I''m a talent now. Is the arena willing to let him die?

    It should be some unlucky official Gladiator. I''m in a good mood. Try to be merciful and spare your life!

    Harold thought easily. Unfortunately, the reality is always unexpected and always forces people to a dead end!

    The host shouted excitedly throughout the audience. He shouted out today''s important play excitedly:

    "Today, our God of war Harold will challenge the monster from the wilderness alone, the ogre!"

    After listening to the host''s words, Harold went to the arena with a blank in his mind.

    An iron door in the distance opened, and a terrible monster with a body slightly inferior to the troll came out.

    "Ogre, the overlord of the wilderness, has amazing power. The wooden stick waved with all its strength can crush any enemy into meat foam!"

    Harold stood alone in the middle of the arena. He looked up at the sky and looked at the roaring ogre. He felt a little unreal. Did he want to deal with the monster alone? Are you kidding?

    In the VIP seat, the noble masters looked at the arena with interest, and scar smiled insidiously.

    Although several noble lords like Harold''s strength, after all, Harold is not one of them, and it''s not a pity.

    Count sarik is a little tangled. He has regarded Harold as his own property. If Harold dies in the war, but his loss, this scar arranges this kind of fight without authorization. It seems that he must be killed!

    Just then, the bald man who had just woken up with a bandage rushed into the VIP seat, bent down on one leg and knelt down in front of count sarik, requesting:

    "My Lord, Harold is too dangerous to deal with the ogre alone. Please stop the game immediately!"

    Seeing that the bald head was in the way, scar immediately scolded: "the fight has begun. You want to end it. That''s a bad rule! So many noble adults are watching. Do you want to lose the face of the arena?"

    Bald headed, without refuting, only looked earnestly at the Earl of the great earl, the count of the battle. The count has the final say, and if the count is willing, there is no question of ending the fight.

    Count Saric hesitated for a moment and replied, "Kryon, you have to believe that Harold can defeat the ogre!"

    "If you let me stop the fight now, people will think that Harold is a coward and a coward who dare not face the ogre. All his glory in defeating Warcraft and trolls will be destroyed!"

    "At the same time, it will also damage my reputation. In front of so many civilian audiences and noble visitors, I violate the regulations and save people for personal gain. I will be difficult to make up for this loss!"

    "Even so, do you still want to insist on stopping the fight?"

    The bald head bowed after hearing count sarik''s words, but at the thought that Harold did not hesitate to promise to challenge the troll with him, he immediately determined his mind.

    Baldheaded firmly raised his head and begged: "Sir, please, Harold is a man with great potential and my brother. It''s a pity that he died like this. Please save his life!"

    Count sarik was stunned. He seemed to clarify his interests just now, but it was actually a clear refusal. He didn''t expect that the bald head would continue to entangle against his will.

    Originally, he hesitated whether to stop the fight. Harold''s strength was excellent and it was a pity to die. However, so many nobles were present and wanted to watch the game with great interest, and he couldn''t let go and shouted to stop.

    Baldheaded pleading here made count sarik decide not to stop the fight. It was very simple. If he agreed to the baldheaded request, Harold would not be grateful to him afterwards, but baldheaded.

    The reason why count sarik admired civilian men such as bald and harlott was that they were loyal and cheap.

    There is no need to reward land, nor to give fame and wealth. Just take a hand to get their gratitude when the other party is down, and their value can be completely drained.

    Baldheaded''s request made him lose the opportunity to use Harold for free. If he wants to accept Harold, he must promise a lot of benefits. In this way, there is no need to lose face to save people.

    Count Saric, after making a clear calculation, sternly scolded the bald head: "Kryon, don''t make a mistake about your identity. You were determined to fight the troll yourself before. I haven''t settled with you yet. Now you have to interfere with the operation of the arena?"

    "You just woke up and didn''t wake up! I don''t care about your offense. You''d better go out and wash your face first and calm down!"

    The bald man wanted to say anything more, so he was pulled up with one arm and pulled away.

    With the strength of a bald head, even if the injury is not cured, it is not a one armed Knight who can pull with only one hand.

    It was his own grief and disappointment that pulled the bald head away.

    "Shouldn''t we really stop fighting? Although ogres are not as strong as trolls, they can''t be defeated by one person! Is glory more important than life?"

    "Am I wrong? Or... Am I wrong about count sarik? No, it''s impossible. Count sarik is by no means an ordinary nobleman. He is kind, wise and kind!"

    "But why didn''t he take my advice once! Harold is dying! Why didn''t he stop the fight!"

    Bald head can only stand at the entrance of the arena and watch the fighting go on. He can''t give Harold any help.