spartan ancestor

As a graduation trial after training, fighting with boars can only be regarded as a small episode before the trial.

Adult fighters don't pay much attention to this "episode". For them, the main event is the collective trial on the second day. As for tonight's "Dancing with the Boar", it is more like a cruel screening. Those who come down are considered qualified and can enter tomorrow's trial.

Therefore, looking around, none of the family members of the contestants came to watch.

The fighting field is very rough, basically a large area is circled behind the mountain where the boars are raised, and the boars and the players are separated by spiked fences.

Standing on the ridge, Jacintos could clearly see the dozens of black boars in the small stalls below, all of them were lean and sturdy, and they were poking out their hind hooves, breathing heavily, and looking ready to go , the thick iron chain on the hoof was tense, as if it would be broken in the next second.

"..." Apollo swallowed, "Aren't there any protective measures? What if someone gets hurt?"

Aka said coldly: "Waiting for the collective funeral."

His eyes flicked to Hyacinthus, but someone had a thick skin and turned his head to observe the terrain as if nothing had happened, leaving only the back of his head for Aka.

The only one who was frightened was Apollo trembling.

When he still has supernatural power, he will not be afraid of the giant snake skin, but at this time he is just a human being with a delicate body and a weak body...

Looking at the boar's bared fangs, Apollo couldn't help but said, "This...these contestants are crazy? Why aren't they afraid? Why are they willing to participate in this kind of trial?"

Yacintos took a look at the terrain of the entire venue in his mind, and lazily said: "Besides being crazy, I can give you two more realistic reasons."

"First, only those who have completed the trials are eligible to become qualified soldiers."

"Second, the top three in the trial will become 'horse commanders', and each of them is eligible to select a hundred subordinate soldiers from the opponents of this trial. They will become the king's personal guards, or It's the elite unit of the military."

Failure to complete the trial means that all the training they have received before will be in vain. They will become disqualified people who are despised by everyone, and will lose most of the rights of Spartan citizens, including politics and military service.

The threat of being disqualified and the temptation of becoming an elite unit spurred hundreds of thousands of Spartan youths to fight high, and no one chose to turn back.

Jacintos looked at the players in the preparation area who were moving their hands and feet: "This is why my father let me participate in the trial."

A crown prince who has won the title of 'Commander of the Horse' by real ability is definitely more popular than a crown prince like Cleo who inherits the throne by blood.

The Spartans have always been in awe of the strong, no matter how absurd his behavior was before, as long as he can win the title of 'Steam Commander', it will be enough to wipe him out in this trial.

Apollo showed a disapproving expression, but seeing more than half of the prepared players on the field, he couldn't help but said: "Since you want to participate, it's better to enter the field early and prepare?"

Yacintos said indifferently: "Don't worry, if you go in now, you will be surrounded, listen to their nonsense, and be invited to form a clique by the way..."

He fixed his eyes and stopped talking.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in a corner of the contestant preparation area.

A small group of well-equipped aristocratic children surrounded two young men dressed in simple clothes, and they were talking about something arrogantly, and approached step by step, blocking the two men in a corner.

Because of the long distance and poor eyesight, Jacintos couldn't see the expressions of the two groups of people clearly, but the movements of the group of noble children pushing and shoving people were obvious.

The atmosphere on the field was a little stagnant for a while, and many people turned their attention to the place where the conflict occurred.

Logically speaking, a manager should come to mediate at this time, but it is far from the time for the trial to start, so although the venue is open, the warriors in charge of the trial have not yet come, only a few wild boar training Heiroshi is checking the status of the wild boar tremblingly.

"What's going on over there—hey!" Apollo just opened his mouth to ask, when Hyacinthus frowned and strode towards the preparation area.

There was still a long way to go down the mountain, and when Yacintos walked into the preparation site, the two unlucky guys were almost squeezed against the wall, and almost all eyes were on the place where the conflict took place.

Compared with stagnation, the current atmosphere is more like a trigger.

Excluding those aristocratic children who were either indifferent or watching the show, almost all the commoner children and half-races stared straight at the conflict, with varying degrees of anger on their faces and tense bodies.

"—Who allowed you to look at me like this? Noam? Your commoner parents are so neglectful of etiquette, didn't teach you how to show respect?" The face was bent and deformed as if it had been hit by an external force, and it was obviously no longer usable.

Judging by the scuffed handle, the machete obviously did not belong to him.

In the encirclement, the original owner of the knife gritted his teeth and endured: "Give it back to me."

The nobleman shrugged: "It's useless. Do you still want it? Oh, I forgot. Your family is so tight, this scimitar is the best weapon I can offer you."

This man showed his annoyingness to the fullest. After throwing the deformed scimitar at Noam's feet, he said to another young man who was besieged: "What about you? Do you still want your axe? Ai Chi?"

Aizhi's expression was much calmer than Noam's: "I understand your purpose. Regardless of your background in the trial field, you are afraid that you will not be able to hold us down at that time, so you show your prestige before the competition. Do you think you can win in this trial?" Did you get the first place in the trial? Let me remind you that His Royal Highness Hyacinthus also participated in the trial this year."

Yacintos stood at the door and raised his eyebrows, watching the players discussing in a low voice, but he didn't realize that the protagonist he was discussing was standing behind them at the entrance of the venue:

"Is it true? Why? He hasn't been trained."

"Haven't you heard of it? How he beat His Royal Highness Cleo who was wearing heavy armor with his bare hands before. There was a whole team of guards to testify. They stood behind the governor and witnessed the competition with their own eyes. I There is an elder brother who is in the Guards, and he told me with certainty that His Highness Hyacinthus must have received training, and his combat skills are very good."

"Have you heard of another incident? It is the black laborer next to His Royal Highness Jacintos, who was assassinated twice by soldiers arranged by the governor, and survived after being stabbed in the neck. Before, I felt a little inexplicable, Since that Heiroshi is so powerful, why did he still follow His Royal Highness Hyacinthus? Thinking about it now, everything makes sense."

After all, they haven't officially joined the army yet, and these contestants still retain their youthful spirits. They couldn't hold back their words until one of the contestants inadvertently turned his head and said, "—His Royal Highness Jacintos!"

This exclamation was not loud, but it was enough to draw all eyes to him.

The arena was quiet for a few seconds. Apart from the embarrassment of being caught gossiping by the person involved, it was more because of the dullness of the players who had never seen Yacintos about Yacintos's appearance.

After a while, someone whispered in a sleepy voice:

"Is this... Your Highness? But he doesn't look... very tall. How did he beat His Highness Cleo who is wearing heavy armor?"

"You can't judge by appearance. But this must be His Highness Yacinthos. Look at the red cape on his back and the long hair on his shoulders. Only the crown prince does not need to abide by the rule of not growing hair before the age of 20, and he does not have to pass the trial to get it." Can wear a red cloak."

Those noble children reacted even more, even if they were a little indifferent before, they couldn't help casting cautious gazes.

They didn't care about it before, because they were sure that with the identities of Aizhi and Noam, neither of them dared to make trouble, but Yacintos was different.

The story of Cleo burning the heavy armor crazily after the competition, and quarreling with his father, saying that he would never become a heavy armor soldier again, spread faster and more completely among the nobles.

Almost immediately, many noble children came over to express their friendship, as if the unresolved conflict in the other corner of the venue never happened.

"We'll talk later if we have something to say." Yacintos brushed aside the gangsters and walked straight to Aizhi and Norm.

Ezhi's ax had been thrown back at his feet, but his wooden handle was broken and clearly useless.

"You know that without weapons, taking part in the trial is tantamount to letting them die, right?" Hyacinthus withdrew his gaze from glancing at the axe, and looked at the noble boy with his arms crossed, who had no intention of retreating. He did not hide his unfriendly expression at all. Attitude, "Darth."

"Yasin knows this..." Apollo's small voice was forced, but Aka stopped him with his eyes.

Looking around, most of the aristocratic children stepped back without any trace, expressing their prudent and self-protective attitude, only the few people behind Das did not back down, and showed a bit of arrogance.

Das showed the same unfriendly smile at Yacintos: "Yacintos...Your Highness. I haven't seen you in the meeting hall for a long time. I thought it was the last time you were talking nonsense and advocating some black Lao Shi had equal rights with the Spartans, and was fined by my father for half a year, so he didn’t dare to go to the meeting hall anymore.”

Jacintos was expressionless: "Really? Of course you won't see it. As far as I know, the son of a senator is not qualified to enter the chamber by virtue of his father's position."

Darth's expression twisted violently, he approached suddenly, and lowered his voice: "You can continue to provoke, but what I did today is definitely not wrong. These two people, the sons of common people who are leading this trial , a leader of the group of lowly mixed blood. Let them submit and become a sharp weapon in our hands is the correct way to maintain the rule."

Das backed away: "I gave them a choice. Surrender, and I will give them brand new weapons. If you refuse, then they should bear the corresponding consequences—either die with bare hands at the feet of wild boars, or go home in disgrace. "

Darth's eyes were mocking: "Your Highness Yacinthos, you'd better not think that we are as easy to deal with as His Highness Cleo. He has never been trained, and we are all the best in training. Give up, Your Highness , don’t cause trouble for His Majesty Una because of your momentary ‘kindness’. You must remember how long His Majesty Una spent to clean up the mess you said in the chamber.”

The sons of the elders behind him also laughed lowly, and some whispered without respect, discussing why they offered so many sacrifices, but Apollo was indifferent when they heard that Apollo had appeared in the temple before.

Darth licked Aka and Apollo with a snake-eyed look: "I also hope that you raise your standards for finding a lover. These despicable Heroes are only worthy of living in the mud under the hooves of wild boars."

After he finished speaking, he quickly turned around and left, leading his group of companions to kneel down on one knee in front of the altar, praying sincerely: "Sun God, bless me to win!"

Apollo who had just been scolded: "..."

The sun god bless you for being arched by a boar! ! !

So what if he didn’t have divine power, he rushed over and grabbed Jacintos’s arm: “Kill him, kill him, kill him,” Apollo whispered in a low voice, and guided persuasively, “Feel it, there is Not having a desire to 'whip' the boar?"

Yacintos' gaze had been lingering on the black pig for a long time, and he said, "I'm sure, Das and his group are not the Spartan warriors my father wanted."

He paused for a moment, then said slowly: "Also, what is this called 'whip'? This is called training. And let me tell you first, this is what you asked for."