The blood of the headless corpse stained the sand beneath him, kneading it into a foul-smelling sludge, and no matter how hard the master had trained and how brilliant his achievements were, his life had come to an end from the moment his head was ripped off.

In the arena, glory always belongs only to the winner, such as the stout player who now holds the head of the loser and shouts loudly.

On the observation deck, there is no need to mention Ghost Hand and Luo Wei, for the wilderness powerhouse, the black street is a playhouse, and the arena is just a little kid beating each other, and this kind of competition will not be taken into account at all.

As a resident of Dawn City, Arnold has passed no less than twenty Feasts of Gifts, and although not every Feast of Gifts has been visited, it has already been strange.

Ling is a child who grew up in the wilderness, and he has seen a lot of all kinds of killings, so he can accept it for a while.

Although Al is a member of the Dawn Team, it stands to reason that the Gift Festival has been experienced many times, but her own profession and beliefs doom her to a little rejection of this kind of scene, this girl is slightly facing at this time, her small hands clasped together on her chest, unwilling to see this bloody scene.

"Where do these people come from?" Luo Wei took the initiative to talk to Arnold for the second time today.

Arnold felt a little surprised, why was Luo Wei so interested? He replied: "There are many origins, some are death row prisoners, some are professional gladiators, some are slaves who have been escorted to the field, and some are here for money and fame. ”

"Money? Can I get money for winning a game? ”

Arnold smiled angrily: "Of course, otherwise who would be stupid to participate in the competition?" If you don't give bread to others, why should they fight? ”

"How much do you pay for a win?" Luo Wei looked at Arnold and asked seriously, "Where to sign up?" ”

"Hey! Don't be kidding! Arnold was frightened, no wonder Luo Wei asked so diligently, he was not worried about what would happen to Luo Wei in the arena, on the contrary, he was worried that Luo Wei accidentally slaughtered all the players, and when the time came, the Gift Festival could not be held, so he would not be scolded to death by the residents.

Arnold hurriedly appeased Luo Wei: "There is not much money reward, only a few thousand berry, just enough for the players to buy some wine and ** after the game, you have millions now, you definitely can't look down on this small bonus." ”

"Oh, forget it." Luo Wei originally thought that the prize money of this kind of event was very rich, and he thought if he could come here to make some extra money, but when he heard that it was only a few thousand, it was better to go to the wilderness to catch some live specimens and sell them to the black street.

Seeing that Luo Wei was persuaded to persuade, Arnold finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of the climate, it will be very hot and dry at noon, and this kind of open-air facility does not have a very good means of cooling, so there is no game after noon, and all the games are concentrated in the morning, in the flying flesh and the shouts of the audience, the game finally came to the last game.

"Ghost hand, the finale is here." With a mysterious smile on his face, the Marquis of Charles woke up the ghost hand who was sleeping with Erlang's legs crossed.

Ghost Hand opened his eyes, revealing a sly smile, and cast his gaze on the arena, which was already stained red with blood, and smiled lowly, "Let me see how much 'her' has grown." ”

When the iron gate was opened, a petite figure slowly walked out, and unlike the cheers of the previous players, this figure was ridiculed and scolded after entering the field.

"Go back! Little bitch! ”

"The arena is a man's territory! The woman will honestly roll back into bed for me**! ”

"Whoever can blow up this slut's ass on the spot, I'll give him 50,000 berry!"

Along with all the insults came rotten fruit and garbage, and the smell of sewage and blood on the ground mixed together, and it seemed that these spectators were discriminating against the arena fighters on the basis of gender.

Luo Wei narrowed his eyes and walked to the edge of the observation deck, looking at the petite figure that came out of the gate.

Sure enough, this is a girl, one or two years older than Ling in terms of age, and she still belongs to the ranks of "children", with a refreshing ponytail, wheat-colored healthy skin looming under the leather armor, and her newly developed figure makes many people with special hobbies blood rush.

The girl's eyes were very strange, it was an almost distorted paranoia, as if there was an unshakable crazy belief in her heart, as for what it was, it was unknown.

At that moment, Ghost Hand also came to the edge of the observation deck, his face with a mysterious smirk, and his eyes looked directly at the girl.

"Residents of Dawn! Now it's time for our finale! The Marquis of Charles stood up from his seat, pointed his bloated finger at the girl on the field, and said loudly, "Moon Blade!" The myth of twelve consecutive festivals of the Gift without tasting defeat! ”

The girl named Moonblade pulled out two slender swords from her waist, pulled a gorgeous sword flower and lifted them into the air, the metal shining brightly in the sunlight.

Twin knives? Luo Wei narrowed his eyes, he pondered for a while, recalled the conversation between Marquis Charles and the ghost hand just now, and then smiled briefly, and said lightly to the ghost hand: "Your apprentice? ”

"Hahaha," the ghost hand smiled low and cold, like two rubbing magnets, and there was a mysterious meaning in his voice, "I just adopted a homeless." ”

"And her opponent is—" the Marquis de Charles deliberately paused for a few seconds before he shouted in high spirits, "ten death row inmates for heinous crimes!" ”

At the other end of the arena, ten ragged figures with only small knives staggered out, their bodies covered in dirt and black sludge between their fingernails, and judging by the whiplashes and scrawny bodies on their bodies, they must have been beaten before.

"These ten death row inmates are unwilling to admit their crimes, and we will leave their disposition to the Dawn Arena to decide! In this match, Moon Blade will act as an executioner, whether she will behead ten criminals, or her heads will be cut off in exchange for the freedom of criminals, let's wait and see! The Marquess of Charles gave an impassioned speech, revealing the nature of the game in a few words.

Putting death row prisoners in the arena, losing or dying, winning or acquitting, this absurd law would have been refuted to the point of incompleteness in the old era, but it is no longer the old era, it is the era of Honkai, this is the city of dawn, in this era, in this city, the Marquis of Charles is the god of all, and has the right to decide the life and death of everyone in the city!