Deep, dark, damp......

Only the skylights every ten meters or so give a little light here, the iron fence on the skylight is rusty, and the air has an unpleasant sour smell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Vivien Leigh stood across a skylight with her hands on her chest, her slender body standing straight, trying not to let her skin touch anything here. The girl looking up at the skylight had a dull expression, and only when she saw the snowflakes flying outside the skylight, she slightly stretched her frown.

"It's snowing......"

She murmured softly.

At this moment, Fei Wen Li was not wearing armor, her blonde hair was simply tied into a single ponytail facing the sky, and the close-fitting blue and white aristocratic samurai uniform made her more heroic and less feminine.

This makes her look more like a heroic and beautiful young man than Her Royal Highness the princess in the boudoir.

She endured the discomfort and looked at the environment again.

The mottled and old walls are covered with black and red stains, the floor is damp and there are foul-smelling water stains everywhere, and the dim stone dome is carved with low-quality monster reliefs, which are made of special dark red paint to show hideous colors, filling the entire long and narrow rest area with an oppressive atmosphere.

Skylights are the only light here every ten meters, and dim light sources shine on the ground through the tight iron fence. By the skylight, heavily armed guards with bright weapons in their hands, trying not to leave the light source, looked nervously at the people in the rest area.

Vivien Leigh was the only contestant allowed to stand at the skylight.

She looked into the dim shadows, where all sorts of people stood and sit, each bare-chested, revealing their bronzed skin and criss-crossed scars.

Each of them had a nervous and uneasy look on their faces.

Some people hold their hands on their chests and lean back against the wall, others keep pointing their index fingers on the back of their hands, and some people clasp their hands on their foreheads in prayer, but when something is going on around them, he will stare at everyone around him with wary eyes.

Vivien Leigh looked at everyone one by one, and the expressions of those war criminals and slaves were similar, and their eyes were full of fear and hope.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and two diametrically opposed emotions of fear and hope permeated the cramped rest area. Whether these people were forced or willing to participate in this gladiatorial tournament, they clearly knew that this was their only chance to see the light of day!

The premise is to kill everyone present and become the only winner!

In the field of vision, a thin, scarred man was constantly banging his forehead against the wall, his body trembling slightly, looking like a patient with epilepsy.

Glancing over the man, Vivien Leigh's eyes froze.

Next to the man was a dark-haired fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, thin as dry bones, poking his little finger at the shallow pit in the wall, and when he noticed Vivien Leigh's eyes, he pulled his shoulders slightly, but soon there was a look of fear and fierceness.

It's like a baby beast that has been cornered!

But there are also outliers. On one of the walls, closest to the skylight, a bareheaded, two-meter-tall man stared at everyone with an excited expression, occasionally licking shriveled and cracked lips with a purple tongue.

He seemed to notice Vivien Leigh's gaze, looked at the princess and made a ** piston motion, and then, excitedly, with a sickly smile, made a throat-wiping motion.

Vivien Leigh ignored his interest, frowning slightly, looking away as if in weakness. She lowered her eyelids, as if she was struggling with something. After a long time, her hands naturally relaxed and drooped, her left hand slowly supported her left waist, and her right hand hesitantly held in the air.

She kept this strange movement for about two or three minutes, and eventually, she closed her eyelids in agony, completely hiding her hazy blue pupils under the white and soft eyelids.

This time, the right hand held in the air finally stretched slowly but firmly to the left waist, and the open slender fingers closed the false grip, about half a foot apart from the left hand, which was also weakly held. Then, with a resolute and rapid wave of his right hand, he moved forward.

She repeated the above movements again, each movement becoming more resolute and powerful, and her original straight and slender stance gradually changed as she moved more. The slender legs gradually shifted the center of gravity downward, and the seemingly slender but powerful upper body bent forward slightly.

When the last action was made, Vivien Leigh's whole body was filled with terrifying deterrence like a silver dragon with a slender body bowed. The moment she waved her right hand out, a strong wind swirled in the cramped space, rolling out the falling snow outside the skylight.

The guard standing under the skylight looked at the famous princess with a horrified face, and for a moment, he felt as if he was facing a terrible dragon, not a delicate beautiful girl. The fear that had been passed down from the depths of the genes made the guards tremble, and they longed to flee from the sacred and unsolvable legend.

In an instant, it was as if the air in the entire rest area was condensed!

The bald sweat who had just provoked Vivien Li looked horrified, but in the winter, several beads of sweat ran down his scarred bronzed forehead, seeping into the originally crazy bloodthirsty eyes, but now they were terrified and frightened.

He didn't dare to blink for a moment, as if the moment his vision fell into darkness, he would be torn to pieces by the elegant and divine intellectual monster that radiated silver brilliance.

But what he feared didn't happen after all.

After that action, the beautiful and dangerous maiden simply stood quietly with her hands down, and then fell to her knees on one knee, her hands and ten fingers clasped under her white chin, as if in silent prayer.

Most people know what that means.

This is the prayer ritual of the knights of Erossa, and unlike the victory prayer before the battle, when the hilt of the sword is held alone and the tip of the sword reaches to the sky, it is a post-battle ritual in which the hands are held together and the tip of the sword reaches the ground.

It was a ritual of prayer for the souls of the dead in battle and for their own bloody sins!

The knights of Erosa believed that this ritual would give rest to the souls of the sword, and at the same time, purify their souls, strengthen their beliefs and paths, and prevent them from getting lost in the dark desire to kill.

Vivien Leigh was unconscious, as if she was immersed in her own spiritual world.

The gloomy light of the afternoon was cut off by the skylight fence, and the blonde ponytail girl bathed in sunlight seemed to have a sacred color, becoming the only bright color in the cramped room, as sacred as the angels who served the gods in legend.

But for these contestants who are suppressing the uneasiness, she is a cruel angel praying!

When the bell rang, Vivien Leigh slowly stood up. She glanced at the stain on the right knee of the samurai uniform, but the girl who loved the cleanliness had no intention of wiping it, and silently raised her head to look at the snowflakes outside the skylight.

As the contestants walked past each other, Vivien Leigh noticed that something was wrong, whispering something, and when passing by her, they would stop talking tacitly, or hurried by with their heads bowed uneasily, or glanced at them with strange eyes.

Vivien Leigh quietly watched as the men entered, saying nothing.

When it was the turn of the last man with withered blond hair, he paused slightly, and said in a very soft voice, "Be careful, princess. They intend to join forces to address the biggest threats first. ”

Vivien Leigh was stunned for a moment, and she showed a strong and sad smile, which made the man forget to breathe.

"Thank you......" said the princess softly.

"No thanks. The man passed by, his ethereal voice carrying helplessness and determination, "Because I am also one of them." ”

Vivien Leigh stood still looking up at the snow outside the skylight, and when the guards urged her to enter for the third time, she turned and walked towards the light in the distance of the cramped passage.

The dim light was uncomfortable for the eyes, and when Vivien Leigh stepped out of the passageway, deafening screams and cheers rang from all sides of the ring.

This is the first time that Vivien Leigh feels that not all cheers will make people feel happy and enthusiastic!