Click.

When the heavy cell door opened, there was a commotion in the otherwise quiet cell, and everyone's eyes turned to the same position, and a glimmer of hope rose in their haggard eyes.

"Give me all peace!"

After a shout of anger came from outside the cell, the noisy cell immediately fell silent, they definitely did not want to provoke the jailer who appeared here, but when the man appeared, everyone found that it was a burly young officer, he looked about twenty years old, his resolute and indifferent expression was both out of place with his grade but also appropriate, in his hand was holding a large axe that was not sharp, the blood on the blade of the axe did not seem to have dried yet, the young man held the giant axe in his hand with one hand as if it were nothing, He looked coldly at the people in the cell.

This group of prisoners is also a bit special, but this is not about their appearance or identity, in short, there are many more warriors in these people than prisoners, and you can see all the elements necessary for every warrior in their bodies: bravery, loyalty, and faith.

It is true and should be so, if a thief appears on the streets of Noxus, there are only two things that will happen to him: he will be hacked to death on the spot or he will flee, the army of Noxus will not deliberately go after a criminal, the reason is simple, if the prisoner who can escape from the streets here after committing a crime in full view, if they do not want to appear, I am afraid that few people will be able to find [a] [this reading] novel xstxt to them.

So, in the prisons of Noxus, there were never ordinary criminals, only rebels, assassins and notorious robbers appeared, and the reason why they were kept here was to satisfy the needs of gladiator competitions, it was obvious that Noxus would not give them a chance to get out alive, but before they were executed, it was necessary to make good use of their surplus value, so they became bloody performers: when they defeated one slave, they would defeat two the next, and if he defeats two, the next time he will face four soldiers, and so on, until he falls on the sand of the arena with glory and blood.

In the face of mortal fate, these people may react differently, they may simply give up, lay down their weapons and let the other person kill them, or they may do their best to fight to continue to survive, but these are not related, in their eyes, you will not see the existence of hope.

Today the situation is somewhat different, under normal circumstances, a high-ranking officer would not be in a cell in the gladiatorial arena, and the appearance of this young officer may well mean one thing - pardon.

"Lord Darius...... You don't have to be there in person, let me help you......"

The sound of flattery and strange footsteps came from behind the young man with the great axe, and the hearts of the people could not help but be shaken, this guy was the warden of the gladiatorial arena, and he was notoriously ruthless, and among them, there were few people who did not bear the whip marks he left behind.

"Over to you? Hmph, will you enjoy it yourself? Darius turned to the man behind him and snorted coldly - the warden looked to be about fifty years old, and his rickety body matched his flattering appearance perfectly, and one of his legs had been broken, so he had a wooden leg in his place, and the sound of walking would seem a little strange.

"No, no, no, even if I was given a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to do it." The warden smiled slightly awkwardly, holding a large silver platter in his hand, filled with freshly cooked food, the smell of which was unstoppable even in this place that smelled of sweat.

"Give me less nonsense, where is that man's cell?"

That person? Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all turned their eyes to the depths of the corridor, where there was a single cell, the walls of which were at least twice as thick as the others, because this was a dungeon, and only there was a small iron window on the roof of the cell, and on a moonless night, it would be pitch black.

Is this high-ranking officer named Darius trying to pardon the man in the black cell? Also right...... Although their hopes were dashed again, they couldn't help but think that "it should be so".

The boy in the black cell looked to be fifteen years old at most, and when he was put in, he was in double shackles, while he himself was expressionless as if he didn't feel anything, and according to his fellow inmates, his name was Viscello, and everyone except him was kept in a "normal cell", and only he enjoyed the special treatment of the "black cell".

What felony did he commit? No one knows, but it doesn't matter, just that with his weak body, can he really defeat a slave as an appetizer? The crowd couldn't help but feel a little pity for him, although the reason for this pity was not so simple.

A few days later, Viscello's first battle soon began, and everyone thought that they would never see him back, but after the cheers of the audience, everyone was surprised to find that his expressionless face had reappeared in the prison door, and the jailers standing beside him all had a look of horror on their faces, as if they were still afraid of what had just happened.

What's going on? It was impossible for the people in the cell to know, but the only thing that was certain was that the boy had defeated the slave, and at first, everyone thought that he was lucky, but when he returned here for the second time, the third time, and again and again, no one would have this idea again, and the last time he returned here, he was faced with two hundred heavily armed soldiers, although these soldiers were prisoners, However, a young man wearing only a few pieces of leather armor defeated two hundred people with only a spear in his hand and a wound, which was an almost impossible feat to accomplish, and at the same time, because of his activity, the gladiatorial performances of others were postponed, and the group of people who should have fallen on the yellow sand have survived until now.

Even if a criminal has a recognized talent, he can be appointed, this concept of giving priority to all talents is the value of the Noxians, no matter how you think about it, such a teenager is a rare talent, even if he commits a serious crime, it is quite normal to be pardoned and appointed by Noxus, after that, it is not impossible for him to become an officer, or even a general...... Everyone's eyes suddenly became complicated, and they looked at the direction of the black prison with envy or jealousy.

"Here it is! I'll show you the way! After receiving Darius's instructions, the warden immediately walked to the front to lead the way, although the sound of the wooden leg hitting the ground was fast, but because he could only move a little each time, he actually walked slowly ahead, Darius looked at him coldly from behind, and at the same time clenched the handle of the axe in his hand, just when everyone thought he would cut off the warden's head-

He didn't.

"Here, please be careful" The warden naturally didn't know the killing intent hidden behind him, he just took Darius to the door of the black cell as quickly as possible, and at the same time carefully ensured that the food on the plate would not fall, the perennial work here made him familiar with the terrain in the cell, and after carefully avoiding a few defective stone slabs, he lowered his already hunched body and said with a smile: "This is it, the rest of the work is up to me, please ......"

"No need," Darius held up the plate in the warden's hand with one hand, and at the same time carried the great axe on his shoulder, and commanded in a cold voice, "Open the door." ”

"Yes...... Yes! Seeing this action, the warden didn't dare to say anything at all, and immediately took out the key with a trembling hand and hurriedly opened the door of the black cell, perhaps because he was too nervous, the key in his hand accidentally fell to the ground when he pulled it out, and the crisp sound was particularly obvious in the silent cell, the warden suddenly tightened, and leaned down clumsily to pick up the key, without waiting for him to touch the familiar iron ring, he had been kicked heavily in the abdomen, and the poor warden didn't understand what was happening, and his body had already drawn an arc in the air, slammed into the wall on the side and fainted.

"What a shit...... Darius muttered, ignoring the warden, who had fainted to death, and walked into the black cell alone.

The weather seemed to be fine today, there was not a single cloud in the night sky, and even then, when the bright moonlight passed through this small window, there was only a small part of the light, but after entering this black prison, Darius, who came here for the first time, was as sharp as in the daytime, and his sharp gaze was accurately cast on some dark corner.

The furnishings of the black cell were quite simple, a wooden table and a bed, nothing else, but there was no one lying on this bed, and in the corner at the other end, a small figure was curled up in the corner, if anyone else came, I am afraid that it was just an empty room with no one.

The young man's figure was very thin, he sat in a ball in the corner, his long black hair mixed with dirt and blood had not been washed for a long time, his head was buried deep in his arms, it looked like he had fallen asleep, unlike other prisoners who would only hand over their weapons when they were on the field, the spear in the boy's hand had not been taken away, there was nothing special about this gun, the boy just hugged the weapon in his hand and curled up in the corner, quiet but dangerous.

"Hmm......" Although Darius couldn't see the young man's appearance clearly, with the keen sense he had honed on the battlefield, he instantly determined the young man's position, and after shaking the giant axe in his hand, he walked towards the young man step by step.