Dizzying screams and roars came from all directions, and the thunder dragon calmed down, and called up the battlefield map, and found that four groups of people and horses poured out from the four directions of east, west, south, and north in the battle area, and each person in the opposite direction was wearing a different team uniform, such as the blue team of the thunder dragon in the east, and the other red, green, and yellow teams, each team of 1,000 people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's a lot of money."

The thunder dragon sighed secretly, the four thousand people fighting in the arena made people's blood boil just thinking about it.

"Click"

Suddenly, there was a sound of earth-shattering footsteps, and three figures led a team of fifty knights slowly walked out of the VIP passage like steel monsters.

The heated atmosphere in the arena cooled down in an instant, and every audience member looked at the three figures excitedly, especially in the middle of the crowd, all of them looked at him feverishly.

"Roar, it's Lord Grayward! And Prince Vince Mock and Lord Rafassic! ”

A muscular man beside the Brontosaurus roared excitedly, looking at Grayward's gaze full of adoration.

Thunder Dragon's eyes narrowed, looking towards the three people, the person walking in the middle should be Grayward, dressed luxuriously but not extravagantly, looking at the audience around gently, exuding a gentle temperament from top to bottom.

In this era, the left is respected, and walking side by side with Grey Ward on the left is a luxuriously dressed Vince Mock, although he has a smile on his face, but his eyes are full of coldness when he looks at the audience.

Walking side by side to Grayward's right was a middle-aged man in armor, with an expressionless face and a violent aura, his gaze sweeping over the civilians in the audience with contempt.

The three of them walked unhurriedly to the location of the aristocratic district, and when they saw the arrival of the three big nobles, the little nobles in the aristocratic district stood up straight early, and waited for the three to sit down with humble faces.

The three of them walked to the highest position, where three large chairs covered with blood-red velvet were placed, and beside them stood the maids who had been waiting for them for a long time.

After the three of them sat down, the little nobles dared to sit down, but they still didn't dare to talk and laugh.

"Young people, the athletic convention is an opportunity for you, and whoever wins the championship at the positive convention, I, Greinward, will invite that warrior to tonight's banquet."

Grayword's gentle voice resounded throughout the arena, and everyone looked eagerly at their protector, an emotion brewing in their hearts.

"Then, the athletic conference begins!"

"Roar"

"Kill!"

As soon as Grayward's words fell, the entire arena boiled, and the audience roared feverishly and waved their arms vigorously.

The participants in the fighting area also let out a loud roar in unison, and everyone rushed to the middle from the four corners as if they were wildly brandishing their weapons.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and the four thousand people with good strength stepped on the granite under their feet, each with a speed of at least ten meters per second, and the swift figures were waiting for the earth-shattering collision like waves.

"Grey Ward's strength has improved ......"

A hint of gloom flashed in Rafazi's violent triangular eyes, the arena that occupies a radius of ten miles is not something that everyone can say, at least he thinks he can't, but Grayward breathed a long breath and sent the voice into everyone's ears, which proves that he is the power of the attribute and the refinement.

Vincemock swayed the red wine handed over from the maid next to him with his right hand, and with an evil smile on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Boom, boom!"

Like the sound of waves colliding, the loud noise drowned out the shouts and roars of the audience, and the loud noise shook people's eardrums and their hearts seemed to stop beating a beat.

The blue team that the thunder dragon was in and the red team on the opposite side were in close hands, and the other two teams also fought each other together, and the battle situation was instantly divided into two parts.

"Ahh

At the moment of hand-to-hand contact, a young man with heavy cavalry strength was knocked into the air by several members of the red team, spurting blood from his mouth, and falling to the ground with an unwilling face.

Lei Long's heart sank, and his personal strength in the sea of people was really small, so he was at the back of the team, and tried not to be seriously injured by the sea of people on the opposite side early.

"Kill!"

The red and blue teams were like two wild beasts biting together, and from a distance they looked like two twine ropes entangled with each other.

"Knock knock!"

The standard weapons played a good role in the hands of the two teams of extraordinary strength, and the howling wind and piercing screams together created the scene of the melee, and people were constantly being slashed by wooden swords or knocked away by wooden shields and then lying unconscious on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

In the rear, there were people who selected bows and arrows, and they were throwing them fiercely at 45 degrees, regardless of the "teammates" who had been on the front line on both sides.

The members of both sides were dwindling at an alarming rate, and many of them were stunned by the swarm of arrowless arrows in the sky without even a single sword.

"Good! Fuck it! ”

"BLU team, don't embarrass Lao Tzu!!"

"Fucking kill!"

There was a hot trend in the audience, and everyone who pressed the dinar was red-eyed and roaring, as if they wanted to play.

The athletic conference is so rough and barbaric, there is no one-to-one, no teamwork, only melee! Chaos war! Everyone can take advantage of this to vent and accumulate anger in their hearts for a long time.

“…… Boredom ......"

Vince Mock yawned lazily, took a sip of red wine, and looked coldly at the fierce scuffle off the field, that gaze was not the gaze that only has when looking at people, but more like watching a group of pigs with naked contempt.

Rafazi's eyes were fierce, his tongue licked his lips excitedly, he had ordered the arena to prepare iron swords for the fighters to watch the wonderful scene of rivers of blood and stumps flying, but unfortunately, this matter was learned by Grayward, who severely reprimanded the arena manager and sent someone to warn him.

"Fools, you know the kindness of women, these pigs were born to be played with by nobles! It is a fool to have powerful force and power in the air but do not know how to use it! ”

Lafazi secretly scolded Grayward, and his eyes also looked towards Grayward fiercely, but met Grayward's gentle gaze, which made him startled and quickly restrained his emotions and watched the brawl in the field without a trace.

Grayward withdrew his gaze from Lafarge, how could he not know that Rafarzi's resentment was simply ignored.

Then he looked at the brawl on the field to find talents who might be buried, and recently the kingdom always gave him a sense of uneasiness that the mountains and rains were about to come, so he wanted to do something practical for the kingdom as much as possible.

Just as he was thinking about state affairs, the audience suddenly let out a burst of exclamation, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he was also dumbfounded when he looked closely.

In the center of the field, in the midst of the melee, there was a very fast figure wandering around, the wooden sword in his hand constantly stunned the enemy, and the wooden shield seemed to have eyes to defend against the arrows and weapons that came from all directions.