There is no distinction between grand and regular seats in the Melols Magic Arena.

So for the first time in so many years, Count Cruz sat down with a group of civilians after watching this kind of game.

Count Cruz didn't mind sitting with a bunch of civilians, what he really minded was the atmosphere in this magical arena.

The grass used for the race has been barren for a long time, and weeds have grown from the cracks in the cracks in the rocks in the ground.

The feeling of desolation was unbearable for Count Cruz, and the most dilapidated gladiatorial arena he had ever seen was stained with dark red blood on the ground, not the weeds.

Count Cruz observed the crowd, most of them were young people, and judging by their attire, most of them were apprentices from the Academy of Magic.

The expressions on their faces were also confused, and they didn't know what to look at in the face of the barren arena below.

"Welcome to the Nolan Open!"

The two most conspicuous white walls in the entire arena suddenly appeared a picture of a middle-aged man sitting at a long table.

"Who is he?"

Count Cruz subconsciously asked, in any gladiatorial competition in which the iron casters participated, no one would make a loud noise on the field, let alone the situation where this sound occupied the entire arena.

"The pseudonym looks like Madden or something... Have you ever watched the talk show on Falosi TV? ”

An unfamiliar figure sounded beside Count Cruz, and he turned his head to find the Chaos Demon Josieu Arnorod sitting behind him.

When? Count Cruz moved his shoulders, and his slackened nerves tightened again.

He didn't like a demon appearing behind him without noticing.

"I've never been interested in the performances of the Falosians."

Count Cruz replied as if he didn't recognize Josiu.

"Not interested? That can't be helped, in short, he is a very famous linguist. ”

Qiao Xiu stared at the figure projected on the huge screen, which was the incarnation of the Brass Dragon, the guardian of the Black Wood Elf clan.

Before the start of the game, Qiao Xiu had been struggling to find a suitable commentator.

As a result, Jia Luoli told Qiao Xiu in the text message that the brass dragon seemed to be a player of Warcraft and Holy Spirit, and the ladder ranking score did not seem to be low.

So Qiao Xiu invited him to come here to be the world's first game commentator.

Linguist?

Before the doubts in Count Cruz's heart appeared, the surrounding audience was very excited the moment they saw the middle-aged man in the picture.

It seems that they are not here today to watch the game, but to see the middle-aged man perform.

"Should I say welcome all Holy Spirit Summoners to the battlefield to watch the battle?"

The brass dragon continued to exert his verbal attributes, but he also knew who the protagonist was today under Qiao Xiu's instructions.

"Today's two contestants are both masters who stand at the pinnacle of the Holy Spirit Battlefield, and the first to represent the Holy Spirit Legion is the team from the High School of Magic in Crohill!"

The brass dragon sat at the highest point in the entire arena, and with his non-human eyesight he could see directly on the lowest arena.

Joshua manipulated the daytime Banshee photographer to give the camera to the Crohill team on the left side of the arena.

The young magic apprentices looked nervous when they arrived at the arena, but the youngest member was excited to accept the cheers of the crowd around them.

"All of them are young and immature faces, but each of them has the qualifications of a master on the Holy Spirit Battlefield, so are there any students from Crohill Academy in the audience?"

Brass Dragon's inquiry brought the heat of the audience to a climax again, and many people stood up and raised their hands.

Qiao Xiu also had another daytime banshee photographer run to the audience to shoot.

"When you go to the battlefield in the future, you can hug the thighs of these classmates......"

After a brief introduction to the team, the brass dragon once again turned his attention to the battlefield.

"Representing the Scourge is the Iron Forger from the Iron Country!"

The screen changed in an instant, and a knight in pitch-black armor appeared in the ring, their steps in unison, like a well-trained army.

The Iron Casters were indeed the strongest army in the Iron Nation, and when they reached the front of the arena, they took off their helmets and stared at the top of the spectator seats.

Empress Ekanna was sitting there watching them.

"It is worthy of being the strongest knights in the Iron Country, and in this Holy Spirit War, I think they are also the strongest in bullying children."

Brass Dragon paused as he said this, and he seemed to realize that he had turned on the taunt skill again.

This sentence is equivalent to offending both sides of the team...... Before coming, Qiao Xiu had repeatedly instructed this brass dragon to restrain himself.

Fortunately, after he realized that he had said the wrong thing, he added a sentence to Qiao Xiu's face.

"But the Crohill clan looks ready to crush the strongest legion, and even the youngest warriors can become powerful heroes on the Holy Spirit battlefield."

Qiao Xiu covered his cheeks and immediately felt that it was a wrong decision to let him do the commentary.

Count Cruz, who was sitting below Qiao Xiu, had already clenched his hands tightly, and his forehead was bruised.

The Iron Casters would take part in this ridiculous game, and it was a shame to play against an army that had no grown-ups.

The brass dragon repeated it all over again.

When Qiao Xiu saw the appearance of the earl below, he already had an expression of preparing to have a good chat with the brass dragon after the game.

The benefits of being a pure-blood dragon are probably here... You can laugh at human beings as much as you want, but you are not afraid of being beaten.

This is the end of the short introduction! Summoners from both teams are ready! ”

Brass Dragon held a manuscript in his hand and read out a few lines that Qiao Xiu had prepared for him.

The members of both teams walked into the silent hall that Qiao Xiu had set up temporarily......

The squires below who are responsible for maintaining the tournament have begun to guide them to the tournament-specific servers in advance.

The picture of the hero's choice appeared on the screen, and in the center of the original old playing field, a large number of purple inscriptions began to gradually spread.

A real battlefield of the Holy Spirit gradually appeared in the arena under the influence of purple inscriptions...

Qiao Xiu sat in the audience and could hear the astonishment of all the audience around him, but this surprise quickly turned into an excited cheer.

Because all the twenty-five heroes of the Holy Spirit appeared in the center of the arena, they presented their unique greetings to all the spectators as if they were real people.