"I'll go, it's not enough for you to be called for such a good thing, I lost more than 3,000 gold coins yesterday!" a voice complained helplessly.

"What? This is the gladiatorial arena?" Divin, listening to the conversation between the two men, seemed to get this little information.

"If you buy it, you can buy Seti, if you can't buy it, you won't be fooled!"

"Let's go, maybe we can get two more now!"

The two people who were carrying Di Wen hurriedly put Di Wen down, and then left in a hurry together.

Knowing that the two were leaving, Devin did not open the box in a hurry and ran out, but stayed inside for about half an hour, and after making sure that he would not be discovered, he slowly opened the box with his fingers and carefully climbed out of it.

"Hmm—" Diven gasped and looked around, only to see that there was not a single ray of daylight here, all lights.

However, although he saw a light, he didn't see the wires he imagined, so it shouldn't be a thing.

But there is no doubt that this kind of light is much ahead of Navoli, where candles or oil lamps are still used, and there are no intermittent lights in this place.

Devon walked away from the spacious room with supplies, and judging by the structure and decoration of the place, he suddenly realized that the place seemed to be underneath.

Because when you look up, there are only endless stone walls and spiraling staircases, and the sunlight from above cannot shine down.

Just as Devon wanted to climb the stairs and get out of this underground world, suddenly there was a burst of shouts from below.

Di Wen walked over curiously and saw a circular corridor below, lying on the corridor, he could see two figures fighting.

And the sound of cheers and shouts came out of it, and thousands of seats, overcrowded, all gathered around the gladiatorial arena, looking at the figures of the fighting, and cheering.

Di Wen saw it clearly above, no wonder I heard what the two people just said about making money, losing, and winning.

It turns out that this place is really an underground gladiatorial arena!

After looking at it for a while, Di Wen was ready to leave this place, because he still had more important things to do, and no matter how beautiful this gladiatorial arena was, it would not be blessed, and it was important to get down to business!

Thinking like this, Devon began to move his body, but just as Devon's eyes moved from the two people who were fighting, he suddenly bumped into something.

After looking at it, I realized that it was two people, but the clothes they were wearing were different from those clothes that Di Wen saw, and they should not be aborigines.

"Could it be a Noxian?" Divins thought.

"Excuse me!" Devon knew that the Noxians were not easy to mess with, so in order not to attract attention, he opened his mouth to apologize and wanted to leave quickly.

However, the two Noxians that Devon bumped into blocked Devon's go, "Eh, Ionians, how can you look up here, how clear and comfortable it is to see below!"

"I have something to do, so I won't look at it!" said Devon, who was wearing clothes and clothes that they believed to be the natives of Ionia, but Devon did not refute it.

"No, it's finally here, how boring is it to go like this?" The two Noxians knew by looking at Divin's expression that they were people who didn't have much strength.

Because people with strength are all people who walk sideways in this place, they will not be as peaceful as Di Wen at all.

This also makes them even more reckless, in this place strength is everything, let alone an Ionian who has no strength?

Everyone wants to bully.

"What do you want?" asked Devon.

"Let's go down and play two hands first, and we're gone!" the two men said, their tones like a femdom, without a hint of respect.

Because they have become accustomed to it, after they invaded Filol by Noxus, they slaughtered the local aborigines, resisted the total slaughter of Noxus, and the remaining living natives expressed their submission to the Noxian regime.

So the Noxians treat the natives here like slaves, and unless you are really strong, you can only be at the mercy of others.

Devon was one of the subservient in the eyes of the two Noxians.

"How to play?" asked Divin, he urgently needed to get out of here now, and he couldn't attract attention, he could only use this way, and he couldn't force a conflict, otherwise Diven would have already pumped his mouths over, and it would be their turn to force him?

"Haha, this is easy to do! Come with us!" The two of them saw that Di Wen did not resist, so they led Di Wen down the corridor, and their faces welled up with joy.

"Haha, I'm going to make another one today!"

"Now, I'm going to press 20,000 gold coins!" the two of them whispered to each other, placing bets on Divin.

And the so-called play in their mouth should be to let Diwen participate in gladiatorial fighting.

Devon seemed to have guessed that if he could leave after one or two gladiatorial fights, and there were no other incidents, it would be great, and Devon could accept it.

Because these people involved in the gladiatorial battle are people who are similar to the Xuan Realm, or even lower realms, Di Wen can cope with it.

After the two of them chattered with the administrator for a long time, they finally took the paper coupons in their hands and walked towards Di Wen.

Obviously, the paper coupons in their hands were the reward they got in exchange for Divin.

"After this fight, the next one should be you!" the two of them said to Devon.

Di Wen nodded when he heard this, he didn't want to bird them more, he still had very important things to do, and he didn't have an expression to waste on them.

And the administrator of the gladiatorial arena saw that Devon was just an Ionian, and that he was just an appetizer in front of many Noxian gladiators, so in order to be less troublesome and solve the battle quickly, he directly arranged Devon to fight in the next gladiatorial fight.

Countless Noxians let out a bloodthirsty roar before Divin, all of whom had landed on the Ionian coastline not long ago.

In the center of the gladiatorial arena, gladiators of different origins and subordinates fought ferociously with a variety of weapons.

It wasn't until one of them was completely over that Devon walked up.

Watching Devon walk to the center of the gladiatorial arena, the many people in the audience who placed bets reacted, "How can you be an Ionian?

"Who found this, not to die?"

There were many voices on the field, but the bets in the hands did not stagnate, the Noxians all bought Devon and lost, Noxus won, and the stakes were terrible!

Even the two Noxians who brought Devon to the war bought Devon and lost, and the bet money was 20,000 gold coins each!