"Let's hope the light will come......"

Draenor lowered his eyelids helplessly, muttering to himself as he looked at the rising sun on the horizon. Just as he was stunned, darkness suddenly enveloped everything in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Poet, please put on your hood first. Don't think that you are on our side, all this is just to repay your favor, as for what to do in the future, it depends on you. ”

Castleler symbolically tugged at the rope and placed the hood firmly on Draenor's head.

"Coming back?" Draenor was almost out of breath from the burlap bag, and he should have taken a few more breaths of fresh air before he knew so.

"I'm sorry, although I don't want to be a bad character either, but this is King Will's bottom line after all, so bear with me a little."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Castle's tone, and considering that he was still a prisoner in Snowway, Draenor simply stopped resisting. He was just a little bothered, was he going to fight some beast like this?

Castleler seemed to hesitate for a moment before turning around, and finally leaned over and put it in Draenor's ear and said, "When you enter the Colosseum, the hood will be taken off." The venue may be a little larger than you might think, and there will be four chests around it, but the key to the shackles will only be hidden in the first chest. The dagger is the only weapon you can use, but only by avoiding the beast's attacks and opening the shackles will you have a chance to defeat them. That's all I can tell you for now. ”

The shackles can't be opened yet? Draenor felt his heart go to his throat, he had even predicted that he would be torn to pieces by the beast, and even with the help of the White Refining Fire, he would definitely not be able to bring himself back to life from the flesh.

"Looks like I'm going to have to win......" he gasped.

The road gradually flattened, the carriage was no longer as bumpy as before, and at the same time there was a loud shout in my ears, and it seemed that I was only one step away from the Colosseum.

The carriage sped away to the noise, and Draenor did not feel like a victor in the dungeon, but a prisoner waiting to die.

As the wind died down, Castleler turned his head to the side and whispered into the trailer, "It's time to get there." ”

The attendant lowered the baffle and grabbed Draenor by the shoulders and dragged him out of the carriage. After a moment of staggering, he finally regained his balance and stubbornly followed the rhythm of his followers in an unknown direction.

"Open the door! The protagonist of the Colosseum arrived. ”

Kasler shouted to someone, who had walked in front. All I heard was the crash of the armor, followed by the screech of the wooden mechanism as it moved. The moment the door opened, a restless noise burst through the crack in the door and rushed towards Draenor.

The attendants on the left and right let go of their arms, and a relatively thin arm wrapped its arms around his shoulders and walked forward.

"Gark! Can you hand him over next? Give him something to drink, it's been hard enough along the way. ”

Castleler nudged Draenor forward, and the hood was finally removed. Quickly raised his head to observe the situation around him, and saw that he was standing in an open-air stable-like fence, and there was a door in front of him, and Gark was leaning against the wooden door.

"You ......," he stared at Garke, and walked towards him with a step.

"Shh......h I'm sorry Mr. Delanor, but I really can't help what happened at the banquet. But don't worry, I've already done my research, and the key is hidden on the far right of the door. ”

"How do you tell me to trust you?" Draenor sighed, he would never forget the account he had written down before.

After looking around for a moment, Gark put his hands on Draenor's shoulders, this time his expression was unusually serious.

"Mr. Castleler and I have tried our best to intercede for you, but the King is still determined to let you join the fight...... At least you're allowed to wield a dagger, which gives you a better chance of winning. You're about to face a reptile that has lost a bit of weight after being hungry for so long, so be sure to kill it and come back alive. If you're sent back to your cell, remember to avoid the ceiling at ten o'clock tonight, for Mr. Castleler has everything ready. ”

"Everything is ready?" Draenor was confused by Gark, and Castleler temporarily gained the right to take over himself, and even interceded with the eldest king, and now said that he was "prepared"...... What's going on?

"Don't ask so much, the nobles of the entire city of Peara are sitting on it and waiting!"

Gark hastily kicked open the wooden door behind Draenor and shoved him forward with all his might. The shackles wrapped around Draenor's legs, and before he could react, he felt his weight tilt and fall back to the sand.

Ha!!!!

Restless cries rushed into the Colosseum, and Draenor shook his legs and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Damn, I'm going to dislocate my shoulder."

Draenor struggled to wrestle his arms that were tightly locked behind his back, maintaining the same movement for a long time, he could barely feel the presence of his arms, and the chain itself weighed almost ten kilograms, even his current physical fitness could hardly maintain balance with this burden.

He suddenly remembered what Castleler had said, that the key had to be found in order to break the shackles. Looking up, he saw a vast expanse of sand unfolding in front of him, with countless torches diagonally planted in the walls surrounding the sand.

The entire Colosseum was like a cauldron with a wide rim, and all sides were rising from the ground like a staircase, and countless crowds were sitting around and shouting. Not to mention that this place is also 10,000 square meters, and standing at one end of the Colosseum, he can hardly see the crowd sitting opposite.

"That's what you call 'bigger than you think'!?"

Draenor turned his head and shouted at Castleler, who knew that the guy had already become a member of the crowd, sitting in the audience in anticipation of the "great show" that was about to open.

"Silent !!!"

A rough shout came from the very top of the auditorium, and the jumping crowd instantly became silent. Although the figure looked a little blurry, the golden crown Draenor above his head could tell for sure that it was the damn puppet king.

"We've sifted out the strongest prisoner from the dungeon - an outlander! As the champion, he'll take on the most terrifying monsters in North Abel and prove if he's entitled to freedom! ”

The crowd cheered at the king's shout, and their colorful clothes danced incessantly.

"Next, General Adriss will blow the horn to awaken the sleeping beast, and what will be the fate that awaits the strangers?"

Draenor looked at the king standing at the top, he looked almost indistinguishable from a living person, and it was clear that everyone in the Colosseum except for Draenor himself was convinced of the identity of the "King of Will".

"Hmph, it's a shame that this guy Dmitry doesn't go to be the host......" Draenor muttered to himself.

"Boom-hum-"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening horn sound fell from the sky, and Draenor couldn't even cover his ears with his free hands, the loud sound almost cracked his eardrums.

As soon as the sound of the horn had cleared, he noticed what appeared to be a rectangular sand dune rising in the middle of the Colosseum, almost three meters high, and what looked like a sand castle that had appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, the sand dunes began to shake wildly, and the earth trembled with a violent tremor.

"Take it easy...... Garke said it was nothing more than a reptile. Draenor leaned against the post to his feet, forcibly comforting himself.

At the moment when the shaking stopped, the sand dunes in front of him finally revealed their true colors. The thing had a monstrous head, pillar-like limbs clinging to the ground, metallic scales covering every corner of its body, and its fanged jaws facing it like cannon barrels.