"Hahahahahahaha The hearty laughter that came from Karn, who hadn't laughed for decades, made the whole hall feel weird, even Weiznan.

"Good! Then let's take a look and I won't interfere! As if enough of laughing, Karn sat back in his chair.

"That's okay, you and your people don't interfere, I hope you understand what I mean." Looking at some empty corner behind Karn, the Demon King seemed to mean something.

"Huh?!" At this time, Karn was shocked, but after all, he was still a strong man who was very confident in himself, and probably felt that his senseless caution seemed to be a little inferior.

"Sandra, come here." With a big move, a chair that had been placed in the corner flew directly into his hand, and Karn greeted the position that the Demon King had just looked at as if he were talking to someone.

"Yes." Gradually, like a stone thrown into the water, the original background began to blur and blur, and then a petite woman in a black cloak stepped out of the cracks in the space that trembled like water waves, and with a word of promise, she sat quietly on the chair Karn placed beside her.

The Dark Elf Sandra Blackblade, the leader of the Third Legion of the Brass Throne [Children of a Thousand Wounds], had followed Karn to Vulture City all along.

As the most powerful of assassins, she was able to show no signs even in front of all the War Lords and more than four archmages with more than nine rings.

It's a pity that the demon king is a demon, and the demon's unique aura can distinguish even Lao Qiao, who is much weaker than him, and he is naturally able to catch it, whether it is an elf or something, these hidden people are ineffective against him, and he has already seen the woman who is extremely obvious in his eyes.

As a matter of sincerity, Karn took the initiative to hand over the discovered Master Assassin, and then, along with the Demon King, forced his eyes on Verznan.

The man under the silver-white mask seemed to hesitate, thinking about what to do.

"Akhhan! Since they're all here, let's come out together and see how that kid's battle goes? ”

This time, it was the dwarf who spoke in place of his boss, and he knew very well that it would be impossible for Veznan not to take that guy when he knew that the others would bring Sandra, and although he couldn't see it, he was sure. This is the cliché of two people fighting each other for decades.

"Cut—" A long, echoing voice resounded through the room, what seemed to be a boy's voice.

Then, on the roof of the hall, a "shadow" fell directly, shook on the ground a few times, and turned into a huge human form.

Nehekhara, Black Pyramid, Chief Praetorian Captain - "Ishizuka Wraith" Akhan. Sure enough, in order to restrain the assassin's poisonous blade, he was taken to Vulture City.

As a result, it is clear that there are two invincible war lords, whether it is Karn or Verznan, in order to prevent the other party from suddenly turning their faces, this situation is really to see the demon king's head for a while, these guys, it seems that they never know what it means to maintain restraint and strive for peace.

"Alright, alright, it seems like it's about to start."

Feeling the uplift of the entire room, the Demon King guessed that probably the two challengers were ready, and the real battle was about to begin.

Saruman crushed a magic stone to make sure he had enough mana to continue using the Seven Rings spell to project a disparity in strength over the fate of Vulture City, the ruins, and the Bitter Springs Brotherhood.

As the hall climbed, the Gozen Arena appeared in front of the hall and above the heads of the people gathered in the street.

"I'll ——!"

The word-poor demon king is like a hillbilly who has entered the city, and can only let out a vulgar sigh.

"Oh my God!"

"That's the Royal Arena, it's really luxurious!"

The crowd also talked about the beauty they had never seen before.

The Royal Arena was once the only place for the nobles of the Dwarven Kingdom to settle their personal grievances, and its renovation and decoration were jointly financed by the kings of all the eighteen Dwarven Kingdoms, and the level of luxury was far comparable to that of the extraordinary.

The whole arena is octagonal, about ten meters long and wide, by no means large, there are two entrances made of red gold and dwarven iron around it, the entire eight walls are based on the keel, 3,600 degrees of molten iron is poured, and dense rune runes are carved on it, although the inside is impermeable, but on the outside it looks as if there is no wall as transparent.

There are seven on each side of the wall, for a total of fifty-six Dwarven Split Ballista, and if anyone tries to force their way through the wall while the victory is not decided, they will experience the horrors of Golden Age Dwarven technology and be instantly shot into a sieve.

The arena was open-air, flanked by golden statues of dwarven kings on the zenith, and the jewels on the crown and armor were set with real gemstones.

On both sides of the arena, there are countless names, every time, someone walks into this arena and successfully settles the grievances and walks out, his name is eligible to stay here, and now these names have been carved all over the walls, enough to see how many people died in this gorgeous arena.

With a roar, the doors of the arena opened. The two enemies slowly walked through the two doors into the octagonal arena.

At this time, Camille, with resolute eyes, was wearing his father's full-body armor and holding the Brotherhood's traditional weapon, the desert scimitar. Moving forward step by step, firm and domineering, the Demon King seemed to feel that he had changed at this moment, from a conspirator who had exhausted his plots to a pure warrior - a true man should really be when faced with a life-and-death decision.

And Bahad Khan, opposite him, fell behind in this regard. Bahad was so angry that he was eager to kill until his mouth watered, his tongue sticking out, his eyes hanging like a demon who wanted to choose people to devour.

Bahad was a real testament to cowardice, or to put it mildly, preparedness—he wore the iron armor he had worn as a war commander, each piece of armor made of seven millimeters of black iron hammered through it that even firearms could not penetrate.

In one hand he was carrying his own hammer, the Crusher, and in the other hand he was carrying the sword of Camille's father, which he had stolen back then! How provocative and shameless this is! But that wasn't enough to ignore the two daggers and four daggers pinned to his back and legs.

Shameless people will only think of intrigues when they are strong, and all will always die quickly. It has been so since ancient times. At this time, the people of the whole city booed when they saw Bahad's dress. Originally, he relied on strong force to ascend to power, and there were not so many people who had opinions, but at this time, he was no more like a timid coward than Bahad!