The Colosseum showdown was in full swing, and there was no suspense, as Night Stalkers and Scalas made it to the final match, facing the last group of opponents in front of them. With this final battle won, Scalas will be able to regain the title of champion, and the Night Stalker will be able to push the assassination plan to the final step.

On the one hand, Scaras was a little excited that he would be able to step into the Colosseum again, but on the other hand, he was still worried about what Mo Qianying had told him, and he still felt that the two opponents opposite him were the killers who had been arranged to assassinate the king of the barbarians.

As for the night owl, they stared absent-mindedly around, their eyes drifting around as if they were looking for something. He was looking for no one else, none other than the Barbarian King who was the target of his trip. However, he didn't find a noteworthy target after sweeping his gaze, so he immediately pouted his lips and stopped doing such meaningless things.

With the sound of a gong, the final battle of the Colosseum soon began, and the surrounding spectators were surging and cheering for this final revelry. At this point, they don't seem to care about victory or defeat, and just want to see a life-and-death battle that is bloody and violent enough to completely detonate the emotions of a night of indulgence.

At this time, in the passage under the Colosseum, a battle was going on that was even bloodier than the dueling arena, and nearly two hundred gladiators who survived from the Colosseum picked up weapons from nowhere, and sprinted towards the royal city guards opposite them, waving the weapons in their hands at all costs, fighting hard in a posture of dying together.

Although the guards of the royal city retreated under the onslaught of these barbarian gladiators, their steps were not messy, but seemed to deliberately lead them to the rear. The sword and shield hand defending against the shield in front of him rotated his position differently, using his position to jam the offensive rhythm of the opposite side, rather than using the long knife in his hand to counterattack. The spearmen in the back rested their spears on the shoulders of the sword and shield men in front of them, following their acceptance, but did not take the initiative to attack the gladiators on the opposite side.

The two sides kept rushing into each other, and from time to time a city guard or barbarian gladiator who made a mistake was hit, and then a large pool of blood rolled out of the ground with a wail. The two sides seem to have entered a stage of mutual patience, depending on who can't hold on to slackening in the end, they will be instantly overwhelmed by the person opposite.

Mo Qianying stayed at the back of the team, watching the bloody battle in front of him from a distance, his cold and hard expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but it was unexpectedly in line with the consistent reaction of the great commander he played. Several of his subordinates standing beside him looked at him from time to time, and then their eyes lit up with a look of admiration, as if they were all sighing at his unhurried performance.

However, for Mo Qianying, he didn't feel it when he saw such a scene, and besides, the tragic battle in front of him was caused by him. Faced with a deathmatch between two NPC teams, he, as a player, is completely in the mindset of standing on the sidelines and watching, after all, these are completely out of his range of concerns.

For him now, he is more worried about whether he will be able to find the barbarian king who doesn't know where to hide when he meets the night owl after the next rebellion is over.

Yes, after he went around the Colosseum just now, he couldn't find the exact location of the Barbarian King, and from this point of view, the defensive circle arranged by the Grand Commander was indeed a bit powerful, and it seemed that he had been wary of someone who would be unfavorable to the Barbarian King a long time ago. However, the more this happened, the more challenging Mo Qianying felt, after all, this mission was the most difficult one he had ever received.

Wander alone in non-player areas, walk alone in the opponent's base camp, face countless opponents who will pop up at any time to demolish you, and even deliberately learn the actions and habits of NPCs to prevent yourself from being debunked by those who are also special players everywhere.

This kind of experience sounds like an agent in a movie, and this kind of excitement of going into Longtan alone Even Mo Qianying can't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

It was only while he was still intoxicated by this wonderful experience that the herald of the barbarian king found him first, and asked him to immediately organize men to go to the bottom of the Colosseum to suppress these rioting barbarian gladiators.

This little episode disrupted Mo Qianying's plan, he originally planned to find the king of the barbarians first, confirm his location, and then get out temporarily through this matter, and wait for the night owl to move almost there, and then go back to meet inside. It's a pity that now he was preempted by the other side, so he couldn't explore the reality of this barbarian king.

The most taboo thing about the two sides is that they can't figure out each other's paths, Mo Qianying has never liked this kind of information asymmetrical way of acting, the king of the barbarians has probably already mastered some data about him and the night owl, but they don't know anything about this opponent, and they don't even know what he looks like.

Mo Qianying shook her hand a little displeased, and her gaze returned to the fierce battle in front of her again. This group of barbarian gladiators was obviously instigated by Scaras, believing that the Colosseum had been mixed with many aliens who were unfavorable to the king of the barbarians, and the reason why they were so excited now was nothing more than to be able to rush out to save the driver, so as to get a little way out for themselves.

Although this statement is a bit strange for NPCs whose resources are set by the system, for the Barbarian Tribe NPCs who are now getting closer and closer to the player's action mode, their AI seems to be infused with these competitive consciousnesses that only exist between players, which directly leads to the creation of many new consciousnesses out of thin air.

This kind of change Mo Qianying will experience very really, the most recent one is the three commanders who plan to kill their eldest brother, I have to say that this group of NPCs gradually showed this unscrupulous vicious thinking, so he also has a chilling feeling, although this will make these NPCs closer to the human thinking they should have, but it is because it is too realistic, which leads to this inexplicable sense of disobedience becoming more and more intense.

It's like a dog in the family one day suddenly speaks, and at first it will be very pleasantly surprised, but as the dog's thinking becomes closer and closer to humans, and the thoughts it shows become more and more vicious, as its former owner, it will only feel what kind of monster it has raised.

Thinking of this, Mo Qianying pulled his collar a little impatiently, and after exhaling, he whispered to the subordinates beside him: "Okay, just stop here!" Tell them to start fighting back, and the people on both sides can also activate the mechanism, so that they can be a little sharper. ”

The barbarian guards around him nodded hurriedly, and then trotted to the front to give the order, so that all the royal city guards would defend and attack.

The order fell, and a strange rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the narrow passage, and those barbarian gladiators who were fanatically attacking also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and stopped their offensive one after another, looking left and right as they retreated.

The rumbling noise was getting closer and closer, and all the guards of the royal city stopped, erected their shields in place and stopped pursuing, and they looked at the group of gladiators in front of them with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a group of dead people.