In the dark prison room, the walls are made of continuous gray-white rocks, and the narrow ventilation holes at intervals allow for smooth air circulation, but it is relatively humid.

The dim light spilled onto the ground, and countless intricate passages could be faintly seen.

In the gray-white world, every cell is clearly visible.

The pitch-black iron door in front of the cell fits perfectly into the wall, creating a square opening three feet above the ground for food and water to keep the prisoners energized.

Along the air-conditioned stone slabs of the ground, you can see five inches thick iron bars standing, and each cell separated from different areas is covered with heavy iron locks, which is terrifying, and it is like hell.

Crunch.

A shrill and piercing sound of the door, followed by a regular pace echoing through the passage, crashing against the reef like a tidal wave.

A column of Noxian soldiers in sharp armor stepped into the cell in an orderly manner, opened the iron lock, and the sharp blade at his waist was slightly unsheathed, flashing with cold light.

"Come out."

Hundreds of iron doors opened at the same time, creating a symphony of pain in hell.

The dim light shone brightly, and one by one, the prisoners who were in a good state of mind slowly walked through the gray and white passages, staggering in turn, forming a tide procession with the nearby prisoners.

Orderly pace, no one resists.

In this prison, they have already suffered what they should have suffered, and for the sake of their own lives, they must learn to change.

Especially when I first entered the prison, the terrible screams in the dark interrogation room never stopped, and I couldn't help but feel numb in my scalp when I heard it.

In the intricate passages, there was a quiet atmosphere except for the sound of footsteps, and all the prisoners remained silent, and when they looked closely, they had similarities: no vibrations of life energy, as if they were ordinary people.

But the Noxian soldiers on the sides and at the end of the head and tail had grim expressions, the sharp blades at their waists had never been sheathed, and they were always on the lookout, focusing indifferently on the small group of people with very different temperaments in the prisoner ranks.

Or bloodthirsty, or high-minded, or indifferent, or pious.

These prisoners were mercenaries, knights, murderers, and temple personnel, and they were arranged by Draven himself to participate in this performance, but under the medicine researched by Sinjid, they completely lost their extraordinary abilities and became ordinary people.

As the road approached, a noisy sound slowly reached the passage.

Without waiting for the prisoners to react, the Noxian soldiers drew their blades at their waists and quickly separated and took each prisoner into the passage that had been arranged.

There was a lot of noise.

In front of the final heavy iron bar, each prisoner could clearly see the crowded audience outside, and they felt the emotions outside.

Expect? Doubt? Excited?

Especially after seeing these prisoners in place, some of them let out a desperate scream, exaggerating the atmosphere of the gradual chaos around them.

"Gladiator?" Many prisoners recognized their current identity, and their faces changed slightly, but fortunately, they were able to reasonably control their emotional movements.

From a once glamorous identity to a prisoner, it is a ridiculous change.

They watched the approaching prisoner from a narrow angle, the enemy they were about to face.

It's just that they don't know the order in which they play, they don't know the rules of this prison, and they don't even know what fate they will face in the end.

A subtle agitation permeated the prisoners.

But the cold gaze of the Noxian soldiers behind them warns them that it's best not to have extra thoughts.

.....................

The midday winter sun hides in the wing-like clouds of cicadas, appearing and disappearing, shedding a warm glow.

Viewed from the sky, the black prison resembles a semi-circular sphere, with a recessed field covered with yellow sand in the middle, surrounded by trapezoidal stands and orderly sitting.

At this moment, the audience gathered in the prison stands has already exceeded 10,000 people, and there are many other intelligent races mixed in, and the subtle sounds condense into a wave, lapping against the walls.

Most of them were Valoran's subjects, and the early propaganda was in place.

-- The bloody performances of the condemned prisoners sounded like they sparked people's inner curiosity.

In the stands, there are also wandering mercenaries, trade merchants, and representatives of forces with hidden different minds.

The top of the prison, inside the only gray-black box.

There are many hidden eyes in the stands looking here, but unfortunately the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling glass blocks the view and can't see through the scene inside.

Modrian sat in the main seat, flanked by the heroes, and the atmosphere was quite normal, and he would occasionally talk and laugh with the heroes.

On the right side, the Noxus legion led by Svein, in addition to Sain staying at the Gate of Sorrow, Darius and Kree sat in turn, and then Tucci, Urgart, and Singid, these three guys have been staying together recently, not knowing what to do, with a strong alchemy atmosphere.

On the left side, Galen is the leader, the forces are more complicated, the second seat is Ash, then Bobby, Fiona, Quinn, and Gulagas they are mixed and scattered, as for Teemo and Kenan, they have another task and do not have time to participate in this show held by Draven.

Zhao Xin and Zai stood behind Modrian, and Yuumi swayed around the top of the box with the golden tome, occasionally talking to Bobby, but avoiding Svein's direction.

Obviously, that accident scared it.

"Do you want to teach the unscrupulous guys a lesson?" Looking at the breath of exploration outside the glass glass, the red eyes behind the mask flickered.

The ornate glazed glass was specially customized by Draven to Sinjid, incorporating part of Zuan's alchemy technology, and can clearly overlook the central field of the prison when sitting inside, and perfectly separated from the outside space.

"No, so be it, they can't see inside anyway. And no matter how you say it, others are also guests who buy tickets. Modrian shook his head in refusal, and then looked at the high platform not far from the box, on which the tall stone seats were placed, flat with snow-white animal fur.

"Draven really has an absolute talent for acting."

The prison, which was built in just half a year, covers an area of about 50,000 square meters and was built by the work of war stonemasons and Demacian armor makers, as well as craftsmen from the city of Irwindale.

Originally, it didn't have to be so magnificent, but it was mainly after Draven joined halfway through, in order to satisfy his inner thoughts, and the current scene was created.

Turning his gaze, Modrian saw a lot of familiar forces, the Temple of Wealth, the Temple of Strength, the many aristocratic forces of Limontamlu, and some of the great nobles who obviously had the temperament of high society.

"Those are nobles from the south of the Stoke Kingdom, and the purpose is very simple, to explore the reality of the territory in order to make changes that are in line with interests." Zhao Xin explained beside him.

The sudden change in Limontanlu has made the situation in the Stoke Kingdom quite chaotic now, especially when Valoran is entrenched in the Northlands, waiting for the situation to change, such uncertain movements make some nobles beat the drum in their hearts.

Knock--knock

The rapid sound of bells and drums reverberated over the prison, drowning out the noise.

The iron doors around the audience opened, and a column of Noxian blood-colored cavalry and Trefali legionnaires dressed in heavy black armor stepped out, standing at the forefront of each other's horns at five-meter intervals, the Noxian long sword at their waists half-unsheathed, cold and cold.

Then there was the emergence of life energy, alternately fused, connected into a film, guarding and intimidating the audience with different minds behind him.

"These soldiers ........." The secret agents hidden in the crowd and the various forces are terrified in their hearts, because the soldiers in the field of vision at least have the strength of the great knights, and even the aura of the leaders is unpredictable.... Knight Chief?

Huh, that's a joke, right? The chief knight is actually doing the job of a guard in the prison?!

Not only that, but they looked back, and in the wider stands in the rear, the Noxian expeditionary cavalry stood apart, and the surging aura was that of an extraordinary knight.

Damn it, is it just that the forces that maintain order in prison are so terrifying? Many spies and forces had horrified thoughts in their hearts.

"Tsk, Darius, Tryfali Legionnaires, Noxian Scarlet Cavalry......" Modrian said with a smile as he turned his head to Darius. With so many people, does that guy Delevingne reimburse you for your round-trip expenses? ”

Hearing the voice, Darius bowed his head slightly and said, "Just one day of mobilization will not hinder the defense force of the Gate of Sorrows......"

Modrian raised his hand to interrupt Darius, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just kidding." He rarely interferes in the lives of his heroes, and the relationship between Darius and Delevin is well known, so he is not surprised to have such an arrangement, but it seems that Darius is a little nervous.

Then he skipped the topic and looked at Svein. "Is this about to start?"

"Yes, the show will start right away." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Svein nodded slightly, the embarrassed Darius was rarely seen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the exciting Delai Alliance!"