Curran looked at this young man sitting firmly on the silver war horse with a somewhat complicated expression, he entered the gold realm thirty years ago, and only stabilized in the middle stage a few years ago, but this young man seems to be the darling of the heavens, no, even the Apocalypse cannot reach the golden middle level in this year, unless he is the chosen one born by fate. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.info on Aishang Novel Network

But the chosen ones are all locked in the shackles of fate, and the crippled who were born with a part of their bodies robbed of them are like the blind Yura. So the old swordsman didn't even think in that direction when he saw Brando, he paused for a moment and asked a little anxiously, "Young man, which one is your seal soul?" ”

"What?" Brando was stunned.

"Don't pretend to be garlic for me, I ask you which one your soul seal is, you understand!" The old man suddenly jumped to his feet in anger, and he shouted, "This is very important, tell me quickly"

"What are you talking about, what do I understand?"

Brando was really happy this time, he saw Kuran coming over and thought that this old man was going to remind him of something, but he didn't expect that as soon as the other party opened his mouth, there was a series of inexplicable questions.

But just as he was about to ask, the loud voice above the gladiatorial arena suddenly sounded again, interrupting the conversation between them: "Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge?" ”

"Of course." Brando replied.

"Boy, answer my words!" Curran shouted as he slapped the wall of air outside. But Brando glanced at him and made a gesture for him to wait, then he looked up and waited for the presiding officer of the fantasy zài to announce the rules.

Sure enough, he saw a row of dark green words immediately appear on his retina "Nightmare Arena." ”

"The next battlefield is the Nightmare Arena!" At the same time, the sound of rolling thunder in the sky also announced the same words in the hearts of everyone.

Brando's face changed suddenly.

"What is Nightmare Arena, Lord Lord?" Medisa frowned, turned around and asked in a whisper.

"What's Nightmare Arena, Curvin?" At the same time, Maher did not turn his head and asked his companion the same question.

"I don't know." The emaciated teenager's answer was simple.

"What are they arguing about?" But Joka's attention fell on Brando and Kuran, and he was more worried about whether his group would be able to get out of here safely together than about this strange world.

"I don't know." Same answer.

But why should he continue to challenge: "There is no one else to save here?" Someone among the teenagers also asked.

"I don't think it's that simple," someone replied, "I don't know where it is, but I think it would cost a lot of money to build such a place, and it would be just for the game of catching or releasing people?" ”

His words resonated with quite a few people, who all looked up and looked around worriedly.

"Hmph, you don't know the hobbies of those noble lords, maybe they are just for fun!" But there are also those who refute it.

"It's not like this place was made by those aristocratic lords, if I remember correctly, we were under the mine before, and I don't think it's weird with the thing we dug up."

"Yes, I support it too! Besides, "That was a dragon just now." I think it's kind of what I mean, I feel like I'm in a dream right now, and I don't know if it's real or not. ”

The boy said as he touched the cold iron fence.

The crowd fell silent.

"He's aiming for the sword." Kewen's voice wasn't high, but he always waited for the chirping teenagers to finish before speaking slowly, which sounded particularly weighty.

The emaciated young man stared at the dark sword on the central stone tablet in the arena, and he noticed that Brando had turned his gaze in that direction several times.

As soon as he said this, the others immediately felt that there was something to be reasonable.

"Then he's not going to save us?" Someone asked worriedly.

"Why should others save us?" is the voice of questioning.

"Curvin?" Joka looked at his companion, and in his mind, Curvin was the most knowledgeable and thoughtful person he had ever met, and although he was not very talkative most of the time, he was always very insightful.

"I have a way," Kewen whispered, but more like to cheer himself up: "I'll find a way to convince him." ”

"How do you convince him?" Maher asked, puzzled.

"Make a deal with him."

Maher's eyes widened: "You don't really want to trade with him with your worthless weird things, it won't do us any good to provoke him!" ”

Ke Wen didn't answer, just glanced at his companion silently.

"Nightmare Arena is a kind of extreme mode where no matter how powerful you are, you're just a normal person" where you have to use your skills to defeat your enemies. ”

"Tricks?" Metissa's eyebrows raised slightly: "What technique?" ”

Brando flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers: "Fighting skills." ”

The silver elf girl fell silent, as if she was thinking. It sounded like it was better for them, but she wouldn't think so, though the lord didn't mention it, "But she could probably guess that it wouldn't be that simple."

Brando looked up at the sky, and soon rows of golden words appeared in the sky, dwarven, ancient, modern Cruz, Ta, elves, dragons, and even a language that made Brando's heart tremble: he touched his nose and pretended not to see the familiar rows of square words.

However, there are enough quirks to be expressed here, and the Chinese characters that appear out of thin air in the sky do not attract much attention. For ancient civilizations, "it was as if there was no obscure language, but rather an abnormal expression."

Everyone present paid more attention to the content of those words: 1. Power dissipation (the strength of both sides involved in the battle is forcibly reduced below the old energy level)

2. Skill dissipation (both sides involved in the battle "unless the specified skill is used, one qiē other abilities will automatically disappear)

3. Swordsmanship (designated skill as swordsmanship)

Yuta sizzled a breath, although the power possessed by the young lord had already amazed her, but the female mercenary leader knew that it was different from the level of strength, just like the Apocalypse may be born with the strength above silver, but swordsmanship was different, this is a skill that requires years of training.

Without decades of immersion, no matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to be called a master in swordsmanship. Whether it's in Eruin, Cruz, or even the whole of Vajnd, "those who can be called a generation of grandmasters are mostly gray-haired old men who have entered their old age.

"Don't worry, Yuta" Akane's thin voice came from behind, and she seemed to see the worry in the female leader's heart. However, the red-haired girl seemed to have more confidence in Brando, and she just hid her worries deeper under her amber eyes: "The lord's swordsmanship is very powerful" I know that the lord's swordsmanship is very powerful. Yuta replied, but she frowned: "But I don't know who the enemy of the adults is" She reminded in a low voice: "Even in the history of Eruin, there are many famous sword masters. ”

Akane Yirin: "I couldn't help but worry about it.

Brando himself was just as worried, his thoughts were actually similar to that of the mercenary captain, the nightmare challenge was not so simple, and he was already thinking about which sword master he was going to face.

The young man held down the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt the light around him dim slightly. Then the next moment, the Medisa beside her, the silver war horse sitting down, and even the wind spirit spider in the sky all disappeared in an instant.

There was a murmur of shouting.

The ability of the traveling mage was also recorded, and Brando immediately felt a tingling of his scalp, "He originally hoped that this ability, which has always been like a plug-in, could escape the rules, but now it seems that the position of traveling mage is still within the rules of this world."

But fortunately, Brando was not so dependent on the identity of the brigade mage that he couldn't fight without it, he just took a light breath and adjusted his feelings, and then stared around vigilantly.

At that moment, the light dimmed, and he found that he had come to an unfamiliar field, where the ground was no longer sandy, but rough huā granite, neatly cut huā granite, laid out one by one into a huge field.

Brando looked around the field, and then he saw a black shadow appear due north. He narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the identity represented behind the shadow: "Buga? ”

"Fengzi sword, Buga."

A name that exactly the same flashed through the minds of Kuran and Juta, "Buga is not a small name in Eruin, not to mention that his strange standing posture of the sword art school makes this old swordsman and the female mercenary leader recognize each other at a glance."

Curran frowned deeply, he was the same as the young man he had seen in the early years, and he knew the other party's swordsmanship. However, what made him feel a little relieved was that Tobbs must not be in a bad vein, "After all, he is a descendant of that person."

Yuta, on the other hand, was relieved that she had only seen Buga from afar once as a mercenary when she was passing by Lantonilan. Of course, she still knows the other party's swordsmanship school, but in her opinion, it is at least much easier to deal with than those famous swordsmanship masters.

But before the two of them had time to finish their little abacus in their hearts, another black shadow appeared on the scene.

Brando called out in his heart, "Because it's an old acquaintance, the White Knight Alberton."

Then there was the third dark shadow, and Brando also recognized the man, Viscount Tayster.

The fourth black shadow, Brando immediately felt sweat on his forehead, "Because that figure made him so familiar that he almost threw away the long sword in his hand."

Standing due south of him "was his grandfather."

"Tobbs!" Curran's complexion changed suddenly.

"That's ............" Yuta's face also changed, and she felt as if something was stuck in her throat, making her want to speak but couldn't make a sound: "Ha...... Ha...... Harasg ghost ......"

"Who's that?" He frowned and asked puzzled.

Yuta looked back at her with a strange face, trying to speak for a moment but couldn't.

But Brando wasn't in the mood to bother with the things right now, because he now realized that he might be in big trouble.

One against four.

"Martha is on top!"