That night, the meal brought by the jailer was extraordinarily sumptuous than usual, and Xu Kai was also a little light.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have much appetite, so he went to bed early without eating a few bites, leaving Pang Yuan alone to eat there.

Obviously, this meal is quite sumptuous, and it has the meaning of a severed head meal, which is very unlucky, so Xu Kai will have that kind of performance.

However, Pang Yuan didn't care, although his mood was a little dull, he was not afraid, it was much better to have a full stomach than to think about it.

In the morning of the next day.

The jailer in a strong suit came to the outside of Pang Yuan's cell where they were, and vigorously struck the wooden fence of the cell with a sturdy short stick, urging Pang Yuan to leave with him.

Pang Yuan was already ready, took a breath, shrugged his shoulders, stood up quickly, and turned around to say goodbye to Xu Kai.

Xu Kai didn't sleep well all night, his eyes were slightly red at this time, and his expression was solemn.

Looking at the tall Pang Yuan in front of him, Xu Kai couldn't help but think of the scene when Uncle Li left, it was still so familiar.

Xu Kai took a few deep breaths, he didn't want to put pressure on Pang Yuan, he barely pulled out an ugly smile on his face, his lips trembled a few times, and finally he only held back a sentence.

"Pang Yuan, you must come back alive. ”

Looking at Xu Kai's serious expression and somewhat deformed face, Pang Yuan's heart was also hot, and he patted Xu Kai's arm hard.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die that easily. ”

"Save some food for me at noon. ”

Pang Yuan smiled, said no more, and walked out of the cell under the urging of the jailer.

Under the watchful eye of several black-clothed guards, wearing shackles and shackles, Pang Yuan's figure slowly disappeared in the corridor.

Behind him, Xu Kai looked at the wooden fence of the cell for a long time.

Pang Yuan was escorted by the jailers and the men in black to march through the prison, and there were many twists and turns along the way, which was very complicated, but Pang Yuan secretly tried to write it down.

It didn't take long for the front to start getting more and more noisy, and the waves of sound came and went, which was very lively.

Pang Yuan was curious and had a guess, it seemed that this was the destination he was about to arrive.

Soon, Pang Yuan and the others passed through this layer of prison, followed the sound, and came to the bottom entrance of a tall and majestic stone building.

Looking inside through the narrow entrance, Pang Yuan found that the interior of this huge stone building was in the shape of a huge strange funnel.

The Colosseum has a rugged style with a primitive aesthetic, with a vast flat area in the center and a series of ring stands on all sides.

The lowest part of the grandstand is also more than four meters high, made of huge stones and bricks, extremely strong, extremely old, with black blood stains and some traces of weapons poking on it.

There are some strange and mysterious patterns and symbols on the surface of the hard stone wall of the stands, and I don't know what they do.

At this time, the stands inside the huge building were filled with spectators, ranging from lavishly dressed nobles and their minions, to nearby slave owners and samurai in grim expressions.

Most of these people have a certain wealth and status, including not only the local magnates and wealthy families in Lianshan City, but also forces or individuals from other regions who come to watch and have a look.

The Great Liao Kingdom, which was geographically close to the West, has been actively moving closer to the West in recent years, and its customs have also been influenced by it.

The atmosphere of the Great Liao Kingdom is open, and at this time, there are many men and women in the crowd of people in the stands, and there are many gorgeously dressed ladies and slender girls, who come together and do not shy away from it.

Pang Yuan noticed that on the vast flat ground in the center of the Colosseum, a sturdy slave warrior wearing solid leather armor and holding an iron sword was roaring angrily, fighting fiercely against a strange huge wolf beast.

And in the middle of the field, I don't know where it was, there was a deep and loud voice echoing in the air, not suppressed by the noisy sound.

What is extremely peculiar is that such a vast and huge space, such a noisy and noisy sound, this passionate and excited male voice can be clearly conveyed to the ears of every audience in some magical way.

Pang Yuan listened carefully, and this voice seemed to be an explanation of the man-wolf fight in the field.

At this moment, both men and women in the stands fell into a wonderful emotional frenzy, and many people stood up and screamed angrily.

They crave blood, they crave bloody images of torn human bodies!

When Pang Yuan and the others came here, the tragic fight in the Colosseum was nearing its end.

The sturdy slave warrior couldn't keep up with the cunning wolfbeast on the other side.

The leather armor on the slave warrior's body had long been torn, and in the futile defense, the wounds on his body that were deep and visible were increasing.

The slave warrior became weaker and weaker, and the bright red blood dripping from the wound did not flow out of the money, which stimulated the instinctive ferocity of the wolf beast even more!

"This poor slave warrior can't stop the Swift Shadow Wolf's attack at all, he is already crumbling, and he is only one last blow!"

"It's a massacre!"

The situation of the battle between man and beast at the scene was already extremely clear, and the passionate voice of the explanation made a judgment, which aroused the excitement of the audience.

And with the sound of the explanation, the ferocious Swift Shadow Wolf in the field also moved.

The agile figure of the wolf beast was like a blue arc of light, and its speed was so fast that the crowd could barely see its body movements.

The sturdy slave warrior had desperate and fearful eyes in his eyes, but he was still barely looking for the figure of the Swift Shadow Wolf.

A flash of blue light flashed, and blood splattered!

The sturdy slave warrior's eyes widened, the iron sword in his hand fell weakly, and he slowly knelt down clutching his blood-gushing neck.

He wanted to say something, but was blocked by the surging blood in his trachea, and the sharp wolf claws easily tore his throat with the blow just now.

It's a fatal blow!

The sturdy slave warrior fell to his knees weakly, covering his neck with his hands to cover the wound and catch the blood that spurted out, but in vain.

Blood splattered, and the slave warrior's body fell to one side, stiffening and cold.

"Whew!"

On the flat ground in the center, the ground was stained with blood, and the Swift Shadow Wolf stepped on the corpse of the slave warrior on the ground, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Prepare for your activities, and in a moment, this Swift Shadow Wolf will be your opponent. ”

An old jailer looked at the corpse of the slave warrior in the flat ground, couldn't help but shake his head, and said to Pang Yuan.

And Pang Yuan stood at the slightly gloomy entrance on one side, and when he saw this scene in the field, he frowned a little.

The speed of this so-called Swift Shadow Wolf is very fast and should not be underestimated.

"Win! win!"

"Swift Shadow Wolf has once again killed a tough slave warrior! It's already the fifth, and there's another revenant under the wolf's kiss!"

"Sure enough, it is worthy of having a trace of the blood of the legendary fierce beast wind wolf, the figure is as fast as the wind, the claws are sharp as a knife, and the strength is no less than that of a large beast!"

The ferocious claw of the Swift Shadow Wolf directly ended the battle, taking the lives of the slave warriors in the field, and blood splattered.

The mysterious man who explained was also emotionally excited and excited.

The bloody picture was presented, and the men and women in the audience suddenly boiled, cheers, angry shouts and screams were intertwined.

"Damn it! This incompetent slave warrior has caused me to lose another sum of money!"

A bloated aristocratic lord sat there, screaming angrily, his bet on the dead slave warrior, and naturally lost all his money.

"Haha, Old Jack, you want to bet that slave warrior can end the victory of the Swift Shadow Wolf, how can it be so easy?!"

Next to him, an equally fat aristocratic man sat there leisurely, and said to Old Jack, who threw away the delicate silver money bag in his hand and put it away happily.

He has been betting on the Swift Shadow Wolf, although the profit is extremely weak, but he has also made a small amount of money, and he is in a good mood at the moment.

"This swift shadow wolf has a trace of wind wolf blood, and its speed is very fast, for these slave warriors, its threat is even stronger than that of a large beast!"

"Hmph, I don't believe it, there is no one to end this wolf's record. ”

The bloated old Jack was not convinced in his heart, but he just snorted coldly, he was not short of this money, he just wanted to fight for a breath.

"Gotcha, we'll see the next one in a moment. ”

After hearing this, the aristocratic man next to him could only pout helplessly and spread his hands and said.

He had long been accustomed to Old Jack's stubborn temper, but he didn't have much hope for Old Jack's thoughts.

And this is just a microcosm of the restless and excited crowd on the audience.