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

On the high platform, Draedne walked out of the side door, looking unhurried, and then sat down on the stone chair freely.

The top of the head is adorned with a golden headband embellished with sparkling gemstones. The off-white wolfskin cloak falls from the shoulders to hide the bright and bright clothes, and the well-cut size shows off the sexy muscles.

He had thought of a lot of names for this show, the Draven series?? Delevingne Exhibition Match??

No, no, no, none of that.

Draven vetoed the names, not at all the feeling he wanted, and such a performance would eventually go out into the world as he set the daily standard.

Coalition?

Hey, that's a good word.

Therefore, the name of his performance is called: Delai Alliance!

Delevingne looked down at the crowd in the stands, and a smile of excitement appeared on his face.

"It's going to be a ..... Wonderful and bloody performance, this.. It's going to be a crazy show like you've never experienced before! ”

"Survive! Death! Blood boiling! ”

Crazy voices emanated from the magical audio-visual installations in the stands, stirring up the emotions of the spectators, and the fiery atmosphere gradually rose and swirled over the prison.

"The rules are simple." Delevingne looked around at everyone, including the audience, and the prisoners in the prison who had not yet come out.

"There's only one left, and I'm acknowledging."

"You guys.... Will be given a new lease of life! ”

"Now, I declare the Delai Alliance, officially ......"

"Let's go!"

With a roaring sound throughout the prison, all the sturdy and heavy iron grates were pulled up, setting off gusts of wind and sand.

The vigilant Noxian soldier shoved the prisoners in front of each passage.

The unprepared prisoners staggered out of the passage, the winter sun stinging their eyes at the sudden light, and almost all the prisoners couldn't help but stretch out their hands to block the light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the audience, at the top of the wall of the yellow sand field, wooden wine barrels rolled down one after another at the interval between the two and fell on the yellow sand floor, and the muddy wine spilled.

Made in Gulagast - flammable [Flame Wine].

Then the Trefalli legionnaires dropped pieces of flint.

The blazing orange-red flames burst forth in an instant, baking the expelled prisoners, and even the slow to react, and the black prison uniforms ignited sparks.

"Whoa, oh, oh!"

Stimulated by the flames rising into the air, the audience was noisy.

The prisoners laid down their hidden hands and left the cage of the gloomy tide, and they saw the blue sky and white clouds again, as well as ....... The soldiers who caught themselves, and the audience who watched them like clowns.....

The vast majority are ordinary people.

Inexplicable emotions surfaced in the hearts of the prisoners, and those who were previously lowly and inferior actually ...... Suppressing their surging anger, they cautiously examined their surroundings, the corners of their eyes observing the enemies at their sides.

Once inside the cage was a stranger to talk to, outside the cage became... Enemy!

The way back had been blocked by the flames, and even if they crossed the flames, those black-armored soldiers were not something they could handle now without their extraordinary powers.

The hustle and bustle of shouts resounded, disturbing the emotions of the prisoners, and many heavy gasps sounded quietly, and their eyes involuntarily fell on the other prisoners around them.

Freshman, what a yearning word.

Especially during the period of living in prison, they are even more eager to keep them in good shape, although food and water keep them in good shape, but a life without light is also tormenting them.

They miss the happy, exciting, sensual, and lofty life outside.

The atmosphere of restlessness grew more and more uneasy, and the prisoners understood the life of the gladiators, most of whom had seen the bloody performances of the gladiatorial arena, only to be replaced by them......

The entire gladiatorial arena covered with yellow sand is not very large, but circular in shape, with a diameter of about two hundred meters.

The prisoners' respective positions surrounded the Yellow Sand Gladiatorial Arena, with an iron gate between each two, and it was obvious that after the victory was decided in twos and twos, they continued to advance towards the center of the Gladiatorial Arena.

The hesitation and hesitation slowly spread, the prisoners looked at each other, but they did not make a move, after all, they were not real gladiators, they still retained the reserve given by their former status.

The lean prisoner who came out of the passage on the east side looked at the silent and oppressive atmosphere, swallowed his mouth secretly, and turned his body slightly, trying not to attract the attention of outsiders.

From observations, and extrapolation of information obtained in prison, he... Probably the weakest.

"Damn, I'm just a peripheral minion, why do I have to be imprisoned here?? It seems that this time ........ alive"

Bang!

There was yellow sand splashing on his side, and the lean prisoner's face was shocked, and he knew that it was the guy next door who started to make a move, and quickly turned around, looking at each other with bloodshot eyes, wanting to ask for mercy......

Rumble!

A huge fist slammed into the lean prisoner's head, blood mixed with white liquid sprinkled on the yellow sand, and a burly prisoner stood next to the corpse, cracked his mouth and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I want to live too." ”

Before he had time to wipe the blood from his face, the burly prisoner turned to look around, on guard.

And this quickly ended battle like a spark, completely igniting the Yellow Sand Gladiatorial Arena.

Bloody battles erupted, dripping blood staining the ground red.

Countless spectators shouted and screamed, and few people who could come to the prison to watch the performance were content with the status quo, eager for something from the outside world to stimulate their emotions.

Delai Alliance.

Based on the Liquidator of the Noxian Empire.

It's a well-designed show game, half entertainment, half fighting, but the result of failure is the real loss of life.

Raised platform, stone seats.

Draven leisurely watched the bloody battle unfolding below, the small sharp dagger he took out of nowhere and swirled in his right hand, and a look of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, he looked at the increasingly hot audience and complimented, "Well done, Sigrid." ”

"My lord Miaozan, this is what I should do." Sigrid, who was standing quietly next to the stone chair, bowed in response, her beautiful face full of respect.

"But that's not exciting enough." The sharp dagger swirled in his hand, bringing a slight cold wind, and Draven shook his head slightly as he looked at the battle that had lost its extraordinary strength.

"It's time for us to give these guys some 'rewards' that will make the show even better."

"Let's do what's next."

"Yes, sir."

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

"That's it?" In the luxurious box, Modrian watched the big battle below boredly, the scene was indeed very bloody, fist-to-flesh, and even brain-blowing, but this was just a battle for ordinary people, and it didn't arouse his interest at all.

However, the embarrassed faces of the temples and aristocratic forces below look more interesting, hmm.... Did you recognize some acquaintances?

"Of course not." Svein whispered, his black eyes reflecting the terrain of the entire gladiatorial arena, how could Draven, who had given the Noxian liquidators a new concept, had nothing more than that.

"If you look at it, Draven never disappoints!"

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PS: The recent holidays are a little too comfortable..... Staying up late caused something wrong with my body, and I went to the hospital to hang up the water and queued for two hours........... I'll make up for that later.