Ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a monthly pass!

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Directly passing the tens of thousands of stunned spectators, in Aaron's vision, the seats in the entire arena were raised row by row, roughly divided into three areas.

The first district in front is the aristocratic district, and the middle area is the citizens with relatively high status.

The last two quarters are the seats for women and untouchables, and the outermost area where the top slaves stand, with their backs to the walls of the façade. And the aristocratic area is separated by the 'performance area', and in Aaron's eyes, there is a drop of more than 8 meters.

After Aaron's observation for a while, the three districts can accommodate up to 90,000 people, but there are more than 80 entrances and exits.

If the calculation is correct, these 80 entrances and exits can ensure that nearly 100,000 people in the venue can be evacuated within 15 to 30 minutes.

But even so, in Aaron's eyes, the slave district seems to be the lucky one who escapes the fastest, and the person who sits in the aristocratic district is no different from the dead.

"The crown prince is coming!"

In the arena, there was a high crow like a rooster's throat, a guard of honor formed by the White Forest Janissaries, soldiers raised flags, and the guards blew a total of three trumpets.

With a shout, the White Forest Janissaries entered the arena, and in a short time they were filled with passages through the three districts.

All the nobles of the White Grove walked out of the gorgeous box of the aristocratic quarter, bowed, bowed again, and bowed three times, and saluted in the direction of the honor guard.

In the horizon, the crown prince of the White Forest, dressed in a gorgeous costume, came all the way to the aristocratic district and officially stepped into the land of death.

Aaron's gaze was fixed. The face was small, thin and freckled, with a pointed chin and a well-trimmed beard. The age of the crown prince of the White Forest is about thirty-five or sixteen years old. The hair on the sideburns, slightly bald, the eyebrows are thick and neat, and the eyes are shining with brilliance, revealing a mouthful of neat and slightly white teeth when frequently smiling.

Crown Prince of the White Forest, full name "Kinavan . Jack. Everies. ”

He is the eldest son of the Grand Duke of the West, and the crown prince of the Western Duchy. In this arena. Genewan has a box for the use of royalty.

And the exit and import of the royal box are not in the interior of this arena. This also explains the scene when Crown Prince Kenavan enters the arena from the outside.

……

Crown Prince Kenavan glanced up at the scattered snowflakes and tugged at the collar of his gold-trimmed shirt. Frowning slightly. Leak in such cold weather. It made him feel uncomfortable.

Eager to return to the warm box, Prince Kenavan glanced at the two small figures in the arena and cleared his throat. Symbolically, he shouted, "White Forest Arena, how long has it been since there have been warriors who won three games in a row, I can't remember, and I'm sure you can't remember either." Now、Summoners who have won three games in a row,Please name the White Forest nobles you want to challenge.、Otherwise、The gladiatorial fight continues-"

Afterwards, Crown Prince Kenavan waved his hand impatiently, and shook out a white handkerchief, which he used to hold down the red nostrils with a hint of allergies, and motioned with his eyes to the Praetorian Guards to open the way, intending to leave the arena with mixed smells.

There was silence in the arena, but everyone was like a mirror, and it was nothing more than formality and cutscenes.

The White Forest Arena is the place where criminals are executed, and there has never been a three-game winning streak, let alone a gladiator challenging a White Forest nobleman.

Even if he can challenge a high-ranking nobleman, but for the gladiator, he must first face the nobleman's subordinate knights, and the higher the nobleman's title, the more subordinate knights who are loyal to him, and there is basically no fairness at all.

As we all know, in the White Forest, and in the entire Western Continent, it is not the Grand Duke of the Western Realm who has the largest number of knights, but the Crown Prince of Kenawan.

Taken in the majesty of the royal family, the audience was silent.

But at this moment-

"Crown Prince Jack, accept your fate!"

A crisp female voice came into everyone's ears, causing Crown Prince Kenavan to step forward, and his steps before landing were instantly frozen.

As if hearing some of the funniest jokes, Crown Prince Genewan had an undeniable smile on his face, turned his head and stared at Claudia in the arena, instantly interested.

"What do you say? I didn't hear clearly, please say it again! ”

Except within the royal family, no one dares to call the crown prince by his real name. There is no doubt off the field that Claudia was instructed by Aaron, a 'Holy Order warrior'.

It's just that what Aaron didn't expect was that Crown Prince Kenavan was not angry, and the sneering expression on his face caused a burst of laughter among the nobles of the White Grove.

And this contempt, as well as ridicule, was transmitted to many civilians around me. The silence was once loud and quiet, and there was a vicious insult against Claudia everywhere.

"Die, ugly sinner!"

"The majesty of the crown prince of the White Forest is not something that a biao can trample on."

"The crown prince speaks, be silent!"

Suddenly, under the signal of Crown Prince Kenawan's eyes, nearly a thousand guards pestled the spears in their hands, and there was a 'bang', stopping the noisy crowd.

At this time, Crown Prince Kenavan removed the white handkerchief pressed against his nose, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he announced loudly, "I accept your challenge, summoner. However, you must be held accountable for what you have just said. Well, my royal guards, and the Knights! Not...... There were not many of them, probably only 3,000 people present. ”

Crown Prince Kenawan's demeanor and humor caused the aristocratic district to burst into loud laughter and invective in the arena.

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Fluttering and flying, the crystal snowflakes fell on different cheeks, reflecting different expressions on everyone's faces.

The more times like this came, the more Aaron's eyes filled with mocking looks.

Through this sparse curtain, his eyelids slackened slightly, and he finally lost his patience.

"Everies, a lowly caste, indeed!"

For the first time, the hollow sound of two pieces of metal colliding resounded throughout the arena, making the noisy scene audible for a while.

What's going on? The dignified Crown Prince Kenawan, and the entire White Forest Royal Family, were insulted by a Holy Order warrior in front of tens of thousands of subjects!?

This dramatic scene made everyone, including the nobles, a little stunned.

No one understands why a Templar warrior would do this, this is neither the combat mission of the Templar warrior, nor the Templar's duty behind him.

The duty of a sub-god Holy Order warrior is probably to fight for the summoner. And not to be responsible for any killings, because everything will be borne by the summoner who summoned him.

Victory or defeat, regardless of the outcome, the warriors of the Holy Order will eventually leave the call to battle and return to the Temple.

At least, this is what the vast majority of people know about the Sacred Order warrior sub-gods.

And the scene that happened in front of him, finally, Crown Prince Kenawan's eyes moved with anger, and from time to time there were sparks bursting out in his dark gray pupils, and the whites of his eyes flashed with anger, "Templar warriors from the Void Temple, even if you are a sub-god, even if you can kill Brig, you can scatter a pack of wolves." But standing on the land of the Western Continent, you will regret insulting a royal family. With the rhythm of Crown Prince Kenawan's tone that is neither yin nor yang, General Bai Shulin, who was standing beside him, clenched his fist with one hand with a blue face! Immediately the captain of each team gave the order:

"Palace Guard, enter the arena! - Prepare for battle! Kill the criminals! ”

"Obey the Knights and enter the arena! - Prepare for battle! Kill the criminals! ”

"Arena Guards, - Prepare for battle! Kill the criminals! ”

An exuberant command drove the flow of Praetorian Guards wearing black armor and seven-colored elk badges, and the dense layers of blades affected every violently beating pulse in the audience.

"No one can challenge the majesty of the Western Realms royal family, no one can challenge the mighty White Forest army!"

Small snowflakes fluttered gently like catkins, and then fell bigger and bigger, and with the passionate voice of Crown Prince Kenawan, it was like a burst.

The dense guards entered the arena, and the roaring gallop of the heavily armored knights, dragging a long sharp spear, quickly formed a siege of the 'criminals'.

Whew-

Without warning, sixteen throwing spears struck from different directions, and Aaron pushed Claudia away.

His body rotated like a spinning top, dodging every ray of spear with precision, and his soft and agile posture showed an astonishing fighting instinct.

But even so, Claudia's ears heard a muffled 'bang', and a spear threw away the horsehair helmet on Aaron's head, revealing the silver hair flowing underneath and a cold, resolute, and even perfect warrior face.

Shocked-

Tens of thousands of people continue to be stunned.

A rare scene makes many people's blood all over their bodies like clotting, and their hearts are like being clamped by pliers.

Layers of dense blades, constantly approaching. At this moment, Crown Prince Genewan could see that on the face of the 'Warrior of the Holy Order', he was actually smiling, and on the face that made Crown Prince Geneavan feel jealous, the smooth corners of his eyes showed hidden wrinkles, like swallowtails, divided into three prongs.

"Sparta~~~"

Sweeping the layers of sharp spears and blades in all directions, and the heavy armored cavalry that often roared around them, wielding spears and maces. Aaron's temples burst into muscles, and when the word Sparta broke through the sky, behind Aaron was a huge gate of nothingness that shone with crystal light, and a gate of greenway vines.

"Humble reptile, listen, I am the Emperor of Sparta, the Lord of the Void, the Lord of the Greenway! Augustus. Aaron. Reinhardt! ”

Long silver hair, dancing in the wind. Snowflakes fluttered in the air like torn cotton wool, and the scarlet cloak whipped aimlessly, roaring and roaring strangely.

A wave of anger, or some mysterious force from the Temple, eventually forced Aaron to shout the name, though it wasn't his subjective consciousness.

Feel the call to battle of the Emperor of Sparta!

The first one on the left to break out of the Void Gate is Kratos, the King of Void Battles! The first one on the right to break out of the Greenway Gate is Kurush, the King of the Greenway Guards! (To be continued......)