Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 327-328

Chapter 327 – The End (下场 )

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.