courier in movie world

Chapter 780 Moldova
The armor and weapons on Mawson's body were all prepared in advance, and he was the only exception among the group.

In fact, in order to prevent slave riots, the custody of weapons in the arena is very strict.

All have access to real weapons only before the battle.

As imagined, no matter the weapons or armor in the room, although the craftsmanship is backward, the texture is surprisingly good.

He has now accepted the high energy levels of the world, sweeping off the walls of weapons and armor.

"Want to exchange for a handy guy?"

asked the giant.

"There are regulations above, you must wear this outfit to appear in the arena, but you can choose one or two additional weapons for yourself. To be honest, the one in your hand is not much stronger than a wooden stick."

Mo Sen shook his head.

"No need, this one is fine."

"I think, for a while, there should be no shortage of usable weapons in the field."

The giant man froze for a moment, as if surprised by Mo Sen's ease.

"I really don't know if you are ignorant or fearless, have you seen the wound on my head?"

"That's what Acurelis left for me three years ago."

The giant man smiled with an indescribably ferocious expression.

"Do you know what weapon he used to wound me like this?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the giant man standing in the field.

This man was named Moldova, and he was the only gladiator who survived the battle with Achilles. Before the appearance of Achilles, he was the god in the arena of Argos.

But three years ago, the saga was ended.

"Is it a mace?"

someone asked.

"Ha ha……"

"It's a fist!"

Moldova uttered a sentence that made everyone despair.

"I didn't survive because I was strong enough... If he had used a weapon, I'd have died."

"Aurelis told me that he kept me alive to send a message to others that he is not strong enough to kill everyone."

"Any gladiator who wanted to challenge him would come to me and learn more about his habits and strength level."

"They will analyze the weaknesses of Achilles, and then make targeted training. Everyone, not just the gladiators of Argos, but the strong ones from other countries will follow suit."

"But what happened?"

"Everyone is dead."

"Not one exception."

Moldova sneered.

"This is what Aleuris is for."

"As long as I live, there will be people who are lucky. Every challenger is powerful, and some people are indeed better than me. They will think that even Moldova can survive under the hands of Achilles, why can't I?"

"Ha ha……"

"Dead! Die! Die!"

"All dead."

"He's a monster, a cursed monster!"

"It is impossible for a mortal to kill him!"

Moldova's eyes were filled with frost, "To be honest, all of you will die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the morale in the room instantly dropped to freezing point, and some people's eyes even flickered, as if they had the idea of ​​fleeing.

"There is no one in this world who cannot be killed." A deep voice came.

Like the lion king among wolves, Maca separated from the crowd and walked out.

"I have seen Aleus fight, and he is not invincible."

"For this day, I have prepared for a full year. I believe in my own strength."

Macca is full of confidence.

"Yes, yes, we are not alone."

"We have Maca!"

"With so many people together, even if it is exhausted, it will kill him!"

"Yes, yes, everyone, don't be discouraged."

"Do we have a choice now?"

"It's dead anyway, fight him!"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and morale, which had fallen to the bottom, actually recovered a little.

"Wild Lion Maca."

"You are indeed stronger than me."

"But you are no match for Aleuris."

"If you haven't fought against him, you will never know his horror. He has fought many times, but he is just acting. His own strength is much stronger than what he shows."

Moldova talked eloquently, but with just a few words, he successfully attracted everyone's attention and controlled the atmosphere in the field.

But in Mo Sen's view, this Moldova obviously has its own plans.

Not interested in listening to their chat, Mo Sen casually flipped through the weapons on the wall. As time passed, most of the strength in his body had recovered.

The benefits obtained from the engineer were all absorbed by Mo Sen. From the purely genetic level, Mo Sen didn't even know what energy level he was now.

After absorbing several other abilities, Mo Sen's strength has also become stronger, and he has the confidence to face any challenge.

At the end of the entire weapon room is an iron fence made of steel rods as thick as a child's arm. Behind the fence is a passage about 10 meters long.

At the end of the corridor, there is a thick iron door.

Standing on the edge of the iron fence, Mo Sen could smell the thick smell of blood in the passage.

At this time, the iron door slowly opened.

A heat wave ensues.

The yellow sand all over the ground and the deafening noise.

Dark red marks can be seen everywhere on the sand, which are formed by the condensation of countless blood.

"Blood and sand."

"It's the glory of the arena."

Moldova's voice sounded from behind Mawson, and in just a few minutes, he gained everyone's trust.

Because of this battle, he will also appear on the stage. Although his mind is not there, Mo Sen has heard the conversation among the people.

Moldova claimed to have found the real weakness of Achilles, and what he said before was the pavement for the current leadership.

Mawson did not speak. He saw through the fence the crowd like a tide in the arena in the distance. From this angle, he also saw the monarch sitting on the throne.

"Don't worry, we will end the battle before you appear on the stage, so you don't have to die in vain."

Moldova thought that Mawson was afraid, so he comforted him.

Although he is a tall man, he is rough and subtle, and he is very good at winning people's hearts. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive in the gladiator training camp after being crippled by Aleus.

The injuries on his body would cost a lot of money and take a long time to heal.

Mawson smiled.

"That's the best."

"I've been in a lot of fights, but that doesn't mean I like being watched like a monkey."

"Compared to killing that Achilles, I look forward to some meaningful battles."

Uh……

Moldova's eyes widened, seeing the confidence emerging from Mo Sen's body, for a moment, he almost believed it.

It was the first time he had seen such a serious bragging guy.

Moldova didn't say anything, but that doesn't mean other people didn't respond either.

"who do you think You Are?"

"Kill Achilles?"

"Boy, I'm afraid you'll be scared to pee your pants as soon as you play."

"Hehe." Mo Sen sneered.

"If I'm on stage, it's only for one thing."

"That means all of you are dead!"

Mo Sen turned to look at the man who spoke, "Are you looking forward to it?"

　My thoughts were in a mess, and several arrangements were overturned... I really don't know what kind of direction everyone will like to watch.But having said that, a salted fish writer like me is not qualified to think so much. (︿).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)