readx;? The Grand Arena of Eagle Yang City is a glorious building in the entire city, not only Eagle Yang City, but almost every city of some size, the Grand Arena is extremely important and the largest building. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the main city of Eagle Yang City, the big arena is circular, from the inside to the outside, from the ground to increase step by step, the outer wall is 50 meters high, enclosing the land in the middle of Eagle Yang City with a radius of 1,000 meters.

Zhou Mo looked up at the big arena, the exterior walls were mottled with a cold gray color, I don't know how many heroes have broken their souls here, and how many men have spilled blood in the field.

Chenyang stepped out of the carriage, with a pair of secret silver heels under his feet, standing behind Zhou Mo, almost the same height as Zhou Mo, seeing Zhou Mo looking up at the arena, he couldn't help but get close and reminded:

"Your Excellency, it's almost time, it's time for us to go in!"

Zhou Mo nodded, and walked towards the arena from the noble passage first.

Walking into the passage of the Grand Arena, the loud voice of the arena came to my ears.

"Today, the knight duel, the Storm Bear Knight of the Eagle Yang Grand Duke, and the Snow Wolf Knight of the Sea Kingdom!"

"Today, glory to the knights, they fight to defend the dignity and honor of their lords!"

"Today, the knights are brave, and they will fight for life and death until one side is defeated!"

"Today, when knights die, some of them will prove their loyalty with their blood, and some of them will forge their glory with their lives!"

Listening to this loud voice, Zhou Mo and Chenyang walked out of the same way and came to the stands, where their own waiters guided them to the center of the northern stands, which was also the position with the best view.

As soon as he stepped on the big arena, the pores of Zhou Mo's whole body trembled, this ancient building that had been established for an unknown number of years, just stepping on it made Zhou Mo's blood boil and his fighting spirit was full of war.

Zhou Mo's eyes swept away, the huge circular building fifty meters high, separated by thousands of meters from north to south and east to west, all of them were black and oppressive people, and all of them were crowded people.

"I'm afraid that the entire Yingyang City people are all flocking here!"

He sighed, and happened to be heard by the waiter who led the way, who smiled back and said:

"It's the death fight between the two quasi-black iron veterans on weekdays, there are thousands of civilians to see, today is a duel between the son of a grand duke and a princess of the empire, forty Mithril knights, a pure gold baron, will fight here in blood, the news is only released for three days, and Yingyang City will be empty today. ”

Zhou Mo nodded and continued to move forward, the aristocratic area was not crowded, everyone stayed in independent boxes with families or forces as units.

At this time, the loud voice rose again:

"Now, cheer, shout, and greet the knights with your voices!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire arena shook slightly, as if countless people were stepping on their feet at the same time.

Then, the huge sound wave exploded and soared into the sky!

It was a little messy at first, but after a few breaths, it was unified into one sentence:

"The winner is glorified, the loser dies!"

"The winner is glorified, the loser dies!"

The sound was surging, wave after wave, and when Zhou Mo was introduced by the waiter into a box door with a No. 1 sign, the sound had already rushed into the sky.

The door of the box opened slightly, and the box was huge, but there were only three people.

Reven Noah sat high in the center, Qian Shu stood beside her, and a short old man with a tall hat under a navy blue cloak stood in front of the railing of the box facing the arena, looking down on the entire arena.

Zhou Mo glanced back.

On the south side are the knights of the Sea Kingdom, all riding snow wolves in full black armor, and on the top and bottom of the Mythril armor, the fine Mythril pattern of the same color flashes, and there is a faint light dissipating.

On the north side, there is the knight of the Grand Duke of Yingyang's mansion, the burly mountain storm bear, all the fur is blood-red, only a pair of eyes on the whole body maintain the original color, and the black iron battle armor on the bear is extremely hideous, and the knight on it is also a Mithril battle armor, one team holds a heavy sword in his hand, and the other team has a long knife at the waist.

As soon as the four teams of knights on both sides appeared, the sound of the scene became louder and louder, almost shattering this ancient arena.

"The winner is glorified, the loser dies!"

The voice grew shorter and shorter, and finally merged into five words.

"Glory, or, death. ”

A faint sadness flashed in his dark eyes, and Zhou Mo stepped into the box.

Qianshu arranged a seat beside Ruiwen-Nalong with a very eye-catching eye, but Zhou Mo didn't go to sit down, walked in front of Ruiwen-Nalong, glanced at the blue and blue eyes of Ruiwen-Nalong, and then looked at the blue-gold butterfly mask on Ruiwen-Nalon's face, and said:

"Your Highness, the time has been clarified, just as the second duel began, it was almost evening, when the barrel cart carrying filth returned to the city, and the accompanying personnel, in addition to El Lionheart, there were six military intelligence agency personnel from the imperial capital, at least Mithril and above, but there seemed to be no mysterious life involved. ”

Reven-Naron lazily leaned on the luxurious soft chair prepared by the Grand Arena, nodded slightly, and asked:

"Where's the route?"

Zhou Mo replied:

"The bucket truck has always gone through the north gate, but the people of Al Lionheart have been in contact with the vegetable cart fleet and do not rule out the possibility of going through the west gate. ”

"But as soon as they go, the route is set, and they will be the first to get the news. ”

Ruiwen-Nalong glanced at Zhou Mo with satisfaction, and the blue eyes were gentle like water, but when she looked at Zhou Mo's black eyes like stubborn stones, Ruiwen-Nalong sighed in her heart, and had a faint bad feeling.

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Ruiwen-Nalong relaxed his hands lightly, and asked Zhou Mo to sit down, but Zhou Mo shook his head and refused, and stood on the railing of the box facing the arena.

In the arena, the four teams of knights had already arrived in the center of the arena, with distinct armor, facing each other from a distance of 100 meters.

At this time, the loud voice rose again:

"Glory, or, death!"

The transparent and high-pitched voice briefly suppressed the cheers in the arena, and the entire arena was silent, Zhou Mo was a little curious, who was the person who spoke, as long as he opened his mouth, he could make the huge arena, tens of thousands of spectators all obediently silence.

The arena was silent, except for the grinding of metal armor, the heavy breath of mounts, and the metallic sound of knights drawing their weapons.

"Now, the knight is loyal to the lord of bravery!"

The high voice became solemn, echoing throughout the arena.

The four teams of knights all turned around neatly, and on top of their mounts, they raised their blades, and the cold and shining blades stood on their chests, as if praying to the lord who was high above.

Knights wear armor and face the king without bowing, this is the rule of the Otto Empire since ancient times, when knights go out to fight, all noble people, only bow the sword.

"Knight's sword, ...... at this moment"

The voice stretched out, waiting for a response from the nearly 100,000 spectators in the arena.

"Glory!"

"Glory!"

"Glory!"

The mountains roared and the tsunami was like a landslide, the sound of the waves soared into the sky, and the clouds dispersed in an instant, as if the sun was going to witness the glory of the knight at this moment.

However, in Zhou Mo's dark eyes looking down at the arena, the sadness became more and more intense, and the decision in his heart became more and more absolute.

Don't let the glory of others give!

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