"Ahh The girl beside Kewen let out a low scream.

But on the other side, there was a hint of doubt in Akane's eyes.

The old swordsman did not retreat, but advanced, raising his sword in his right hand and confronting Evarian's massive warhammer for the first time. A piercing sound pierced the entire gladiatorial arena, and everyone couldn't help but subconsciously close their eyes and cover their ears.

But the next moment, the caged boys were surprised to find that Curran swept away the warhammer in Evarian's hand with a single sword.

There was only one thought in everyone's mind: this is impossible!

Brando's heart was pounding, he had already expected that Curran had been hiding his power all along, waiting for this final blow. But what really surprised him was that when the old man hit him with a backhand, only he and Medisa could see the blue light flashing on each other's right index fingers.

Wind bomb!

Brando subconsciously glanced at the same ring on his right index finger, although the fakes of the Wind Queen's Ring are all over Vaughnde, but this is too much of a coincidence, right?

He lost his mind for a moment, missing the scene where Kuran stepped forward and snatched his sword open Evarian's helmet and stabbed him in the throat. By the time he came back to his senses, the dwarven lord's body had turned into white light and vanished. But the old man didn't feel good either, and his eagerness to make him punch him in the chest, Evarian's armor was full of metal spikes, and the punch not only penetrated and shattered the lobes of his lungs, but also made his chest a bloody blur.

But what really killed him was the exhaustion of his body, and the old man could no longer support it at all after his victory, so he supported himself on the ground with his sword, and it took him a long time to recover.

Then Kuran pointed out to the sidelines, and opened the door with one of the cages holding the teenagers.

"Come out, Joka, why are you here?" The old man asked, gasping.

"Captain Curran?"

The teenagers were stunned, they were at a loss for a moment, and they didn't understand why Kuran would save them first? However, they didn't know that the captain of the guard was not with Brando.

The old man coughed, he was seriously injured, and he would have died too much to die on an ordinary person. However, he wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, it was full of blood, but he didn't care.

"Okay, stay put." He waved his hand to the teenagers: "What does this matter have to do with you, I'll ask you later." ”

Joka and Machel were dumbfounded, and although Kuran saved them, they were caught in two groups. Now Cowen and a few of his companions are still in a cage - it seems that Curran only saved them to understand why the whole thing happened, and the elderly captain of the guard doesn't seem to be planning to take on the next challenge.

In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that the old man has no ability to continue fighting.

Even though Maher and Cowen often sarcastically mock each other on a daily basis, these teenagers have a deep affection for each other, and it is a little difficult for them to accept that they should just give up their companions.

What if it's hard to accept? There was nothing they could do but stand there in a daze.

"You go first, Joka." The thin boy didn't have much panic on his face, but said to his companion.

"Curvin."

"I can go as much as I can, and I'll figure out the rest myself."

"What's the solution?" Joka asked.

"I don't know." Ke Wen replied truthfully.

But Kuran didn't care what the teenagers were saying, he knew Joka and Maher only because they were familiar. But in his eyes, this was just a bunch of unscrupulous thugs in the town of Shavrund, and it was really out of his sight.

"Mortal, do you want to keep up the challenge?"

A loud and majestic voice rolled over the gladiatorial arena -

"No!"

The old man refused the next challenge, and he limped to the edge of the gladiatorial arena while shouting at Brando, "How's it going, boy from the Tobbs?" ”

Brando looked at this and shrugged.

But the old man came up and threw the sword in his hand to Brando: "Then lend you the sword - and then it's up to you." Let me see if that old stubborn descendant has grown! ”

Then he glanced Brando up and down, "You're his son?" He shook his head, "Not really, grandson?" But seeing that you're only in your early twenties, you've already entered the realm of gold, and that's not much better than that guy in that regard—"

"There are no dogs in the gate." Curran shook his head, as if lamenting that he had no descendants.

When Brando heard this, he almost shook his hand and threw out the sword he had just caught, what does it mean to be "already in the realm of gold, and in that respect it is not much better than your grandfather-'he never knew that his grandfather was a gold-level swordsman--no, wait!

It should be said that according to the other party's words, I am afraid that it is far more than the gold level! He knows his own things, in just half a year, he entered the gold from the white position, which is the reason for the plug-in, but if his grandfather also entered the gold at the age of twenty, then at least he must be an apocalypse!

Brando patted his head, the message made him a little unacceptable. In his memories of this world, his grandfather's generation had moved to Pragues from out of town, and he didn't know where they came from, and Brando didn't ask.

I only know that my grandfather bought a plot of land in Buchi with the money he brought, and then built a mill on the outskirts of Pragues.

Otherwise, a young man like Brando, at this age, would have either gone to the fields or been apprenticed, and would not have been able to run away to Bouchi to live alone.

Now that I think about it, my grandmother really didn't look like an ordinary girl, because my grandmother was not only literate, but also knew a lot of things. And his mother is a native of Kadileigo, born in a local aristocratic family, and her status is even more prominent-

To tell the truth, Brando was not without doubts about why a nobleman's daughter would marry her father, knowing that no matter how wealthy a miller is, the gap between blood and status is generally insurmountable.

Brando thought about it, and suddenly realized that the soul in his body didn't seem to really understand his family and origins at all.

He pressed the doubts in his heart, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you know him?" ”

"I have dealt with him for a while, that old stubborn," replied the old man, "and I was only a young man about your age, and I came out of the country of Torgo, saying that I was a knight, but in fact I was a wild boy. And your grandfather graduated from the Noble Non-commissioned Officer Academy, with a formal background, and was not afraid of jokes, and I was his subordinate for a period of time at that time—"

He wanted to continue, but at this time, a loud voice over the gladiatorial arena interrupted the conversation between the two: "The next challenger!" ”

Curran looked up at the sky above the arena.

Brando also put away his thoughts, a person may meet all kinds of people in his life, but often only a few people will still leave an impression in your mind decades later, often through a subtle connection will remember. He guessed that the relationship between them might not be as simple as Curran had suggested, and he looked at his right index finger, and the two identical rings made his suspicions even deeper.

At Bucci he had wondered that the forgery of the Ring of the Wind would never fall into the hands of an ordinary miller, and when he questioned the cripple in Braggs about the ring, the latter's strange attitude made him suspicious.

It's just that this suspicion was put on hold for a while, but today it reappeared in front of him through the old man's reminder.

He looked at Kuran and thought to himself that as long as the old man was still in his hands, then he had a chance to learn about this qiē. It seems that he - or should I say that Brando's grandfather was really not a simple man.

Then Brando and Medisa looked at each other, and he said in his heart, "Let's play." ”

The little princess of the silver elf replied in her heart, "Yes, my lord. ”

The two then walked side by side towards the arena, and with this walk, the entire gladiatorial arena fell silent.

Two people? Those teenagers were fine, but Juta and Kuran were stunned, but they knew that Brando and Medisa's strength was at least gold, which was not in accordance with the rules no matter how you looked at it.

"You two?" The old man hurriedly stopped them in the back.

Brando didn't answer.

And Medisa naturally didn't say a word, but followed the young man slowly to the center of the field, and after the two stood still, they waited there quietly.

But Curran was only slightly stunned to guess the origin of the little silver elf princess, and he suddenly remembered that the elemental power that Metissa displayed when she fought him was clearly a 'soul'.

However, there is only one type of being in this world that uses the soul as an elemental force, and that is the undead spirit of Madara.

Undead!

The old man suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Metissa was able to be so careless during the landslide, because the undead had no fear at all. But why did this young man have undead followers around him, he first thought of necromancers, but this was obviously not true.

First of all, a gold-level necromancer could not summon an undead of equal strength by saying anything, and secondly, there was no purple or cyan light in Brando's eyes that represented soul fire.

Curran suddenly gasped, "Heroic Spirit! He immediately guessed if Brandor would be the temple's apprentice knight?

The Flame Knights are the strongest combat power in the Flame Temple, and they belong to the eleventh level - each Flame Knights is accompanied by the soul of an ancient hero from the period of the Sage's War, and these heroes are all knights who have followed the Flame King Geert - The Poetry of the Firmament records that the Flame King Gilt has two hundred and thirty-two knights, so the establishment of the Flame Knights has never exceeded two hundred.

But he immediately shook his head, there were no silver elves among the knights who followed Geert, the king of fire.

The old man was wondering, and the teenagers on the side of the gladiatorial arena were also whispering, "It's over." As soon as Joka saw Brando and Medissa enter, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Can you say a few less frustrating words, what's over, isn't this still a fight?" Although he was not sure whether the other party would save Curwen, Maher frowned unhappily at first when he heard his companion's words.

"You forgot?" Joka turned around and said, "If you exceed that black iron level strength, you can't play two people at the same time, what does this mean?" ”

Maher's was stunned, which of course shows that Brando is actually a guy with little strength! They couldn't help but look at Ke Wen in the cage, the thin boy couldn't see any expression on his face, but the girl next to him was gloomy.

"Damn, I didn't expect this guy to be an embroidered pillow!" Machel suddenly said indignantly: "I don't think it's useful, I thought he was so powerful!" ”

"Don't you keep saying he's not great, Maher?" Someone among the teenagers whispered.

But this sentence was naturally exchanged for a fierce glare from the big boy.