The first performance was already ready at this time.
The one who participated in the opening performance was Golgopas, a general under Hilde. The host of the gladiatorial contest loudly announced Golgopas' identity, praising him as a great hero of Ionia, the most loyal general of Basileus's guard, and the oracle of Dionysus, the god of wine. The people of Actium had never heard of this before, and they immediately became excited, shouting Golgopas' name loudly.
"Golgopas!"
"Golgopas!"
On one side of the venue, the heavy iron gate was slowly opened.
Golgopas opened his arms and strode towards the arena.
He was wearing a simple yet very delicate armor. It was just a set of leather armor that covered the left chest of Golgopas. There were also two pieces of shoulder armor and a skirt armor that protected the crotch. Overall, it was a very simple armor. However, this set of leather armor was inlaid with iron sheets. If you look closely, you will find that the edges of the leather armor have been well shaped. The leather is not cowhide, but a more durable and expensive rhino leather. It is a very exquisitely crafted armor, which is also in line with Golgopas's identity.
In his right hand he held a hook sword.
In his left hand he held a half-moon shield.
This was actually a Thracian weapon, but it was taken over by Golgopas.
The Thracian officers on the field also watched with great joy.
The enemy that Golgopas now has to face is a pack of ten wolves.
These wolves were not the wolves in the mountains of Greece. Greek wolves could only be considered wild dogs at best...but these were real wolves running on the grasslands of Scythia. They were very scary. After being captured by Hilde, he was deliberately starved for a whole day. It was said that hungry wolves were the most difficult to deal with, and now Golgopas was facing such an opponent.
"A wolf pack."
Golgopas swung the hook sword in his hand.
"Your Majesty has really prepared a good opponent for me."
When the iron gate opposite opened.
The wolf trapped inside rushed out immediately.
Their eyes were red with hunger, and they only had eyes for Golgopas in front of them. But Golgopas was not in a hurry, he just picked up the wine jug, poured himself a big gulp of wine, then threw the wine jug aside and faced the enemy with his sword.
Gladiatorial competitions required more than just smooth executions of opponents.
To be precise, including the killing of wild beasts or duels between gladiators, they are mainly for entertainment purposes.
The main purpose of the battles between gladiators was to injure each other rather than to kill the opponent directly. Even so, there was a mortality rate of nearly one in seven. However, compared to death and blood, the audience wanted to see more exciting battles.
Chapter 6 of the Tenth Tune: The Fight between the Wolf and the General
So, generally these are general-level figures.
Basically, you won't fight a wild beast head-on like this.
Instead, he would stand on a high platform and use his javelin to consume the beast's physical strength. When the beast was wounded and about to lose its fighting power, he would jump down from the high platform and end the beast's life. Later Roman emperors also used this method of fighting to show their bravery - of course, Golgopas did not need this cowardly method.
"come!"
He used the hook sword in his hand to strike his shield.
Hearing the sharp sound of metal collision, almost all the wild wolves ran towards him.
The wolves were so hungry that they had almost lost any tactics and just rushed towards the man instinctively.
The wolf in the front jumped up and bit Golgopas' neck. But Golgopas dodged easily, and then used the hook sword in his hand to cut the wolf's abdomen from bottom to top. With a stream of hot blood, Golgopas' body was dripping, and the wolf wailed and fell to the ground, with its internal organs spilling all over the ground.
But at the same time, another wolf rushed over from another direction, but Golgopas was prepared. He swung the shield in his hand directly and smashed it on the wolf's head, knocking the wolf to the ground. The wolf died with blood coming out of all its orifices and its limbs twitching.
"it is good--!"
The audience stood up and burst into thunderous applause.
"Golgopas!"
"Golgopas!"
The cheers from the audience made Golgopas raise his head proudly.
He raised the hook sword in his hand and signaled to the audience around him.
The rest of the wolves calmed down as well. They realized that the man in front of them was not their meal, but a very threatening existence. Their underestimation of the enemy just now had caused them to sacrifice two of their companions. This couldn't go on any longer... The wolves looked around at each other, and the wolf nature engraved in their bones was also aroused by the bloody smell of their compatriots in the air. The next situation was obvious. They were no longer in a hurry to attack, but began to disperse their formation, their eyes fixed on Golgopas, but they occupied advantageous positions with each other.
The wolf standing in front of Golgopas.
It let out a threatening bark.
"Ow—!"
This is to attract the other person's attention.
And three wolves had already taken advantage of the moment when Golgopas' attention was drawn over.
Quietly came behind Golgopas.
The audience watched this scene nervously, but they could not remind Golgopas that this was the rule of the arena, otherwise it would be a loss of dignity for the gladiators. However, how could Golgopas not know this? He smiled coldly and turned the hook sword in his hand, making a whistling sound. The bloody smell of the wolves and the stench of the wild beasts around him made the fighting spirit in Golgopas' blood surge.
Really, I haven’t felt this painful in a long time.
Golgopas still remembers the scene of being beaten by Hera.
As a warrior.
Golgopas always felt sorry.
Now, it's time for a hearty battle.
"Golgopas didn't use his full strength." Sophia, standing on the platform, asked worriedly, "Will this cause any problems?"
"That's what gladiatorial contests are like. They show bravery and fighting skills, not supernatural powers. If Golgopas had used his supernatural powers, there would be no need to watch the contest, right?" Hilde, who was sitting on the throne, held her chin with one hand and a wine glass with the other, smiling as she looked at Golgopas who was surrounded by wolves. "However, if Golgopas was really injured, he would have lost."
"Lost?"
"Although he didn't use divine power, he is still an oracle. If he was injured by a pack of wolves, it means that his level is indeed not up to standard."
"Sissi is really strict."
Sophia smiled bitterly and said:
"If it were me, I would definitely get hurt."
"I can't help it. You are a sheep after all."
Hildet tapped the long horns on Sophia's head.
Although those were long horns similar to those of a demon, they made the soft Sophia look like a sheep. Plus her long red hair, which was fluffy, she looked like a rare breed of sheep. Hilde smiled and glanced at Sophia, then was attracted by the movement in the arena.
The wolves attacked.
The first to attack were the wolves that came behind Golgopas.
When Golgopas's vulnerable back and neck were exposed, the wolf's instinct told it that this was the best opportunity to kill this man. So it leaned down, approached silently, and then suddenly kicked its legs and rushed towards Golgopas's weak spot like an arrow.
"Humph."
Golgopas had sensed it long ago.
He turned around suddenly and stabbed the wolf's neck from the side with the hook sword in his hand.
Then he exerted force and swung the sword horizontally, directly cutting off the wolf's head.
The gushing wolf blood did not hinder the actions of the other wolves. While Golgopas was turning around, the other wolves also rushed over, some of them rushed to Golgopas' ankles, and some directly bit his heels. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been a dead end. Seven wolves attacked at the same time, and they attacked from all directions, leaving almost no possibility of hiding.
If you get bitten.
Even if Golgopas lost.
Hilde had told Golgopas this at the very beginning.
"Ow—!"
The wolves rushed over, and Golgopas smashed the skull of one wolf with an elbow strike. Then, he quickly moved, controlling his steps to avoid the wolf that was chasing and biting him from the bottom lane. The wolves moved very quickly, but Golgopas was even faster. His sturdy body showed a flexibility beyond that of a human, and he dodged several attacks in a row.
The audience's hearts were in their throats.
Everyone knows that this is no joke.
The wolves were already furious.
They understood their current situation. If they didn't resist, the guy in front of them would kill them all.
However, no matter how he attacked, he could not hurt the opponent at all. On the contrary, Golgopas was able to take the initiative to respond, using all parts of his body as weapons. Elbows, knees, forehead, including the hook sword and shield in his hand, almost every attack was fatal, and the wolves that fell to the ground were all torn and their bones were broken. They fell to the ground, twitching and wailing, and finally died.
Chapter 10, Section 7: The Greek General's Concern
This is the massacre.
A massacre without any resistance.
After several attacks, there was only one wolf left standing on the field.
Seeing that all its companions were dead, the wolf had lost its wildness and ferocity. It looked at Golgopas with fear in its eyes. Its limbs were trembling, and its tail was tucked between its hind legs. Facing the approaching Golgopas, it began to retreat, as if it was ready to flee in panic. The previous battle had already told it a fact, that the man in front of it was not someone it could defeat.
"This is the last one."
Golgopas held a hook sword.
Walk towards the wolf.
I've already killed the others, so this last one doesn't matter.
Moreover, Golgopas had seen the fear of the wolf.
As expected, when Golgopas approached, the wolf turned around and ran away. Golgopas did not chase after it, but threw the hook sword in his hand in the direction of the wolf's escape. There was only a sound of breaking wind, and then the heavy hook sword went straight through the wolf's body and nailed it to the ground.
Golgopas walked up to the wolf.
He drew out the hook sword without mercy, and then chopped off the wolf's head with another sword.
Ended its suffering.
Before the cheers from the field could be heard, Golgopas had already picked up the wolf head from the ground and held it high towards Hilde.
"Dedicate the victory to His Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty--!!!"
Golgopas's loud voice spread throughout the entire venue. As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into thunderous cheers.
And Hilde also smiled and waved.
The first game ended in such a boiling state.
Lamachus, who was sitting on the field, was stunned. It was the first time for him to see such a bloody match. He had heard of General Golgopas. During the Battle of Athens, Golgopas was responsible for attacking the west gate and even fought with Hera. After arriving in Byzantium, Lamachus also heard that Golgopas liked to drink and was a well-deserved god of wine. Although he loved wine, he was not an irrational drunkard. On the contrary, the wise men in Byzantium knew that there was a wise and brave hero named Golgopas.
Although I know that Golgopas is a tough guy.
But this is the first time I've seen one so fierce.
"How do you feel?"
Drubetti poked the shocked Lamarcos.
“Is this the first time you’ve seen this?”
"Indeed, that is true."
"General Golgopas is a very powerful man. He is usually very low-key, but when you encounter problems, you can rely on him." Drybetti spoke highly of this former "defeated general". "In the future, you should deal with General Golgopas often. He is a rare Ionian among the senior officers. Although his attitude towards doing things is usually very neutral, but... you can find an opportunity to chat occasionally."
"Yes, I understand."
Lamarcos still attaches great importance to this.
It was normal for generals of the Greek Empire to pay attention to their background.
It was easier to deal with senior officers like them, as they had all climbed to this position and no one looked down on anyone. Lamachus did have a prejudice against the Thracians before, but after meeting Sitalses, Lamachus had to admit that among the Thracians, there could also be loyal and brave soldiers like Sitalses, who were worthy of being the emperor's right-hand man.
But the lower-level officers did not have such awareness.
Due to their different backgrounds, there is still a lot of prejudice between lower-level officers.
The officers of Thrace generally did not speak Greek very well, so they were excluded. The officers of Byzantium, Apollonia and Samos were orthodox and had the highest contempt chain among the officers. In the middle were the Greeks from the Ionian region. The Athenians and the Ionians were of the same ancestry and spoke the same dialect. After Athens was integrated, the Ionians naturally became closer to the Athenians.
And after listening to what Delubeti said.
Later, Amyntas became a little worried.
"Is it necessary to let His Majesty know about this situation?"
"Hmm? Lord Amyntas!"
