"The seven regular classes were born on the battlefield, and they are the main classes that make up an Imperial Legion: Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At the dinner party at Marcus's mansion, Quinlan and Chen Mu were face to face, and there were sumptuous delicacies on the table, but the tableware was only spoons, and most of the barbecued meat, bacon, fruits and vegetables drizzled with spices were all grasped by hand.

Emperor Augustus sent a few famous Roman court painters to sit silently in the corner, and were ordered to paint the supper on the eve of the Holy War.

"The nobles of the Senate have taken the lead in recruiting the best of the four ranks, swordsmen, archers, cavalrymen, and berserkers......" Quinlan didn't seem to be interested in the table full of food, he only held a fine silver wine glass, and tirelessly explained the relevant information about the holy war to Chen Mu.

"The scheming bastards of the Senate have been premeditated for a long time, and they want to use the imperial contest to achieve victory and fool public opinion to impeach our emperor." Sir Marcus put his arms around a beautiful woman with a water snake waist, and said drunkenly from the side, his tone indignant.

Quinlan ignored him and continued, "Emperor Augustus has returned from an expedition, and she is busy with government affairs, and the issue of the army's pension makes it impossible for her to get out. The Senate has been planning for a long time, and during this period it has constantly smeared the virtues of the emperor himself, and this sudden attack is not surprising. ”

"Although the Senate has taken the lead and recruited the strongest fighters, it has neglected a very important key factor. Twilight, the magic envoy originated from the personal advisor hired by the marshal in the legion, the prophet, the bridge to communicate with the gods on behalf of mortals......"

Having said this, Chen Mu thought about it for a while, and vaguely guessed Quinlan's intentions, and estimated that he wanted to invite himself to make a cameo appearance.

"I hope that tomorrow's tournament will be attended by you as the spokesperson of the Oripius gods, and that you will announce to everyone, Nero. Claudius. Caesar. Augustus. Germanicus was the human emperor admired by the gods. ”

"I'm not questioning your strength, but the Imperial Contest is the cornerstone of Rome's faith and the prestige of the Emperor, and you must agree to my conditions."

"I'm willing to serve, I'm willing to do a little bit for the great Roman emperor." When Chen Mu heard this, he immediately raised his glass and smiled, and drank the full grape wine.

Quinlan received an affirmative reply, with no expression on his face paralyzed, and he nodded and stopped talking.

After talking about business, Sir Marcus finally waited for the opportunity, and beckoned the maid to toast Chen Mu frequently, and the two chatted hotly, chatting all over the world, with topics ranging from culture to current affairs, from food to ceramics, eclectic.

It wasn't until the end of the banquet that Chen Mu got out of Marcus's powerful chattering attributes, soaked in a Roman-style fragrant bath, and entered the guest room to rest.

The night is getting darker.

Chen Mu didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, he calculated the time, almost twelve hours had passed in the game, and in reality it was three hours. He wondered if there would be players like him participating in the Imperial Tournament tomorrow, but from the information provided by Quinlan, the Senate had secretly recruited the four major ranks very early, and it was obvious that there would be no players in their camp. As for his own camp, Chen Mu only knew about the "Avenger" Quinlan and the "Magic Messenger" for the time being, while the assassin and the archer had not yet shown their faces and did not participate in the dinner.

Based on past experience, Chen Mu felt that "assassins" and "archers" should also be able to be fought by players who fit their positioning. Presumably, the system doesn't treat the most high-profile battle as an epic stage play, with players pinned to the audience and doing nothing.

Chen Mu's experience as a professional gamer over the years has made him develop a good habit of being bold and careful.

The first is to dare to think, and the second is to dare to do.

The average player may only want to participate in the competition, rather than digging deep into the game setting and background in many aspects, so there are many hidden opportunities. Whether it is a hidden mission or a hidden plot, in Chen Mu's understanding, they are by no means simply obtained by luck, in that case, it will not highlight the production level of a game at all, and it will make the so-called professional players become Long Aotian who only plays games for a lot of time, and is born with strange bones, bursting luck, and no technical content in essence.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu shrugged, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "At present, it seems that in tomorrow's opening game, I am the only player on the stage, lonely ......"

Sleepless nights.

Following.

Chen Mu rushed to the living room early in the morning, and enjoyed a breakfast of the high Romans under the hospitality of Sir Marcus, and then changed into a set of high sacrificial clothes borrowed from the temple, to be honest, the heavy ornaments and fabrics were not suitable for battle, and the symbolism was most, but Chen Mu had to wear it to enter the Colosseum of Zeus as a sign of orthodoxy.

Quinlan was still wearing a black hooded cloak, carrying a bone sword, and his eyes were as cold as rocks, indestructible.

Because there were no players signing up for the entire night, or because the registration was unsuccessful, the other two classes in the opener were replaced by the preset NPCs. The assassin was the leader of the Assasin Assassins, Hassan. Root. Al-Sabah, as an ancient assassination sect, has been named after its founder, and is a natural enemy of the Christian religion. The archer is an unknown bard, wearing a top hat with a bird feather, a modified gray gown, carrying a longbow and quiver, a smile on his lips, and a green leaf in his hand.

Several arrived at the Colosseum in the same carriage and drove into the circular towering building to the cheers of the people.

On the way, the bard blows the green leaves and skillfully plays an ethereal but passionate melody, like the sea before a storm, where the wind is beautiful on the surface, but the turbulence is hidden in the turbulence. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere before the war was too solemn, Chen Mu was also infected, rarely spoke, and the corner of his eye glanced at Hassan wearing a mask with a smiling face of white bones from time to time.

This is a thin and tall man, with no muscles all over his body, slender and feminine, and wearing strange tights, the two are very close to each other, but Chen Mu can hardly hear any breath, not even the ups and downs of breathing.

At first glance, I thought it was a human shadow......

If Quinlan's coldness is just a bitter indifference to life and death, then Hassan's coldness can be described by the cold glow on the scythe of death. It was very uncomfortable to be in the same room with him, even if it was a teammate, even if it didn't detect any killing intent, even if everything was normal.

However, Chen Mu can always sense the slightest disobedience.

"The first of the assassins of all time."

"It's really not for nothing......"

After looking at it twice, Chen Mu couldn't help but feel jealous.

Time flies, and several people are preparing in the basement of the Colosseum, when there is a sudden thunderous shouting outside, wave after wave, one after another, endlessly.

"The Emperor's has arrived, and he is about to go into battle." Quinlan wiped the blade of his sword and reminded him.

Chen Mu checked the equipment on his body, fixed the [Red Queen], and tucked the long hem of the sacrificial robe into his belt by the way, so as not to hinder his movement. In addition, the Colosseum is not allowed to bring in other things that affect fairness, so the Truss Ring cannot be used.

They dressed up and walked to the iron gates leading to the Colosseum, guarded on either side, waiting quietly for the horn to blow.

Through the iron gate, Chen Mu saw the crowd of people outside with a tsunami in the mountains, and tens of thousands of NPCs and players sitting on the circular steps, which was spectacular. Due to his viewing angle, he could not see the emperor's throne, but the four tall stone statues in the Colosseum attracted Chen Mu's attention.

In addition to Zeus, Apollo and Ares, who can be distinguished at a glance, there is also a stone statue of a god that is not the wildest standing due east, with **** all over his body, his hair draped behind his head like seaweed, a hideous scar on his left eye, and an obsidian axe sword raised in his right arm, shouting up to the sky.

He was Hercules, the strongest gladiator and mercenary, the only demigod in legend to have passed the twelve trials, Zeus seduced the blood of the beloved wife of the king of Thebes, and later lit the divine fire on the holy mountain of Olympus and became Hercules.