"You've finally arrived. ”

When the black-haired man saw High Priest Sehiris, he knew that this absurd journey like a labyrinth of cobwebs had finally reached its destination. Although the process was not very pleasant, on the whole, it was smooth.

Looking at the face of the High Priest of Drow, the man's eyes were hollow, and he realized that he didn't even want to smile when facing the other person, because it would be too tiring.

However, the other party's expression was still indifferent, as if she was a small insect, perhaps there was a more vivid metaphor in her mind. But none of this matters to Zhuge .

High Priest Sehiris looked at the man in front of her with some confusion, she looked the other up and down as if in confirmation, but it looked the same person. She reached out to the black-haired man, clutching a stack of black cloth in her hand, and the high priest of Zhuoer said to Zhuge in a commanding tone, "Put it on." ”

The black-haired man glanced at the other party, then ignored the other party, and turned to look at the two drow guides with their heads bowed, and spread his hands slightly.

He beckoned.

"Olive and Emilia. ”

Behind Zhuge , the High Priest of Zhuoer frowned, perhaps it was their natural nature to be impatient with this mentality. But when she saw the spontaneous action of the female Zhuoer, the abnormal behavior between the two, the curiosity that spontaneously gave birth made her shut her mouth and quietly observe the movements of the two.

Maintaining a respectful expression, Olive quietly stepped past the dark-haired man and took the black object from the hands of the High Priestess of Drow, and then she unfurled the cloth to resemble a cloak in appearance.

Olive gestured as if to give a hint to another woman, and Emilia began to step forward, she went around the other side of the man behind him, leaned down, groped behind Zhuge and untied the delicate sword that hung at his waist.

Olive cooperated with her companion's movements, and she gently opened one end of the cloak and slipped it through the man's arm—a cloak with wide cuffs, on the inside of which the thoughtfully designed tight-fitting elastic inner layer held the cloak firmly in place, while the fine spider threads were densely woven around the edges of the garment and wound up in the direction of the tailoring.

In astonishment, the black-haired man looked down at these golden lines, which also contained indescribable magical energy, and these interwoven patterns from time to time were more like Dao camouflage, allowing some special magic circles to hide in them.

Zhuge secretly exerted the power of the magic net, and he was shocked to find that none of the spells blessed by the equipment he wore were repeated.

The black-haired man felt the light in front of him suddenly dim, and the wizard-like hood was over his head, but the cooperation between the female drow continued, and when the belt tightly tied the man's waist, Emilia re-fastened the longsword suit to Zhuge at the back of his waist.

He tried to jump lightly, and the figure and movements of the blue-haired boy naturally came to mind, as if he was born dexterous, agile, and fast.

Cersylis was amazed by the black-haired man's skill, and in her distracted gaze, she subconsciously overlapped his warm-up posture with her father, and for some reason, she regretted her decision.

And in the eyes of the two female drows, named Olive and Emilia, the black figure has become synonymous with something unfathomable. The two exchanged glances with each other, and the contents of their gazes were unknown only to them.

Zhuge let out a long sigh of satisfaction, as if he wanted to spit out the many boredoms that had accumulated in his chest at once, and then he turned to the high priest of Drow and said casually, "Alright, lead the way." ”

"Good...... Got it......" As soon as she spoke, Cehilis realized that something was wrong with her, and she hurriedly changed her tone, but she could not find her previous posture.

Then the young drow stomped her foot, and with a "hum" she lowered her head and turned to walk to the gate on the other side.

"Eh, why is it a door again?" the black-haired man rolled his eyes as he broke through the sky, sneering in his heart.

......

The Gullora Underground City Arena was already crowded, and in addition to the Drow Elves in the seats, there were also a few different faces. Below the stands, there are more creatures with strange appearances, draped in stale equipment, following behind a few drow male elite soldiers, acting as security guards on the scene.

At the repeated request of the High Priestess of Sehiris, Zhuge covered his face with the hood on his cloak, but the slightly shorter height of the Drow still brought out the straightness and height of the black-haired man, making him more eye-catching surrounded by the Drow priestess.

The High Priestess of Drow was at the front, the dark-haired man following in her footsteps, and Olive and Emilia following in their tracks.

Zhuge hid his peeping gaze under his hood, and in the darkness, he vaguely noticed the gaze of attention from many places, all of which were on him, but one of them was more unique—in other words, the focus of attention was more intense than the others.

The man looked in the direction, and it was a Drow male, and his equipment looked far better than the other Drow soldiers. The other man reached behind him with his hands behind him, resting on the hilts of the two scimitars in a defiant gesture.

The direction in which he was walking seemed to be following the arc-shaped passage to the opposite position. The brunette opened his head and sighed to himself, he couldn't think of the first time he had been speechless.

He walked cautiously, and although the passage was wide enough for 10 people to walk side by side, he could clearly see that he was walking on a viaduct without guardrails by the light of the torches.

The black-haired man kept following his footsteps, and after walking a little and settling down, he looked around the arena.

The place in front of him is majestic, and directly opposite him is a curved grandstand, which is less like the ancient Roman arena than the historical monuments in the impression, but more like the design of a council hall - with most of the seats in the center, and the wings extended, each column decreasing in position.

Although the black-haired man did not have a clear calculation of the specific number in his heart, judging from the heads of the people who were already sitting on the field, it seemed that this place could accommodate a large army. In the middle, the seats are taller and more exaggerated than the others – they are a single space that takes up a disproportionate area. The man secretly counted the number of seats above, 10, one no more and one no less.

Behind these special seats, however, there is still a portion of the vacant section, the defiant drow male, sitting next to the vacant seat.

In the middle of the seats stand a dozen pillars, which look like they play a supporting role. The man continued to look upwards in the direction of its extension, a crescent-shaped canopy blocked the space above, and the higher place was a deep darkness, and under the reflection of the light of the large number of torches around the arena, there were faintly hanging fangs above his head—shaped like stone stalactites in a cave, but larger in size.

Zhuge wondered, in such a world similar to the underground, why did he need to build a roof to shelter from the wind and rain? But what was even more shocking was that there was such a vast world and inhabitants underground, which further subverted his previous inherent worldview.

In the shadows on both sides of the auditorium, he looked with some envy at the Drow soldiers who were riding on dinosaur-like lizards. Zhuge looked back on his journey after he woke up, all of them were walking on foot, if he didn't have a relatively tough physique, with his original physical fitness, he should have been sitting somewhere and stopped.

The man looked back, and through the two drow priestesses behind him, he had crossed most of the distance, but there was still a long way to go. This discovery, in addition to making him doubt the purpose of the arena designed to be of such a scale, also made him want to find new targets to distract himself.

Then he turned his gaze again to the center of the square, where a dozen huge pillars stood on the open ground, and around the back of them was a towering platform with a staircase, where two metal fences were open, one of which was like a chain.

The black-haired man could not understand the significance of the design of this gimbal, and he could only simply think that it was a place like a lectern.

At this moment, there was a new movement in the square - the Drow soldiers riding on the heads of the big lizards suddenly began to move, the large lizards that had been lying on their stomachs stood up, their thick two hind limbs supported on the ground, and the knights controlled the halters on their heads, so that they began to run in the direction of the spectators.

"These?" the dark-haired man asked back.

But the answer I received came from my front.

"Dragoons. "There's not much content, but there's less arrogance in the tone and more naturalness.

Zhuge turned his head, glanced at the back of the High Priest of Drow in front of him in his hood, and shook his head. Getting closer to the stands, he turned his gaze back to the center of the square, where the Dragoons galloped across the wide field. They brandished whips to drive away the strange "security guards" who had not yet left in time, and from time to time there were impassioned reprimands in the square.

Then, approaching the open space in front of the ten thrones, the horsemen descended the dragons in turn, kneeling in front of the thrones, while the dragons also followed their master's movements, prostrated themselves, puffing from their thick nostrils, and clinging to the ground.

A hidden door slowly opened, and out of the darkness came the women of Drow in turn—bewitching but ruthless.

Secillis turned suddenly, and she pulled the dark-haired man to the vacant seat in the stands, pressed him hard against one of them, and then sat down close to the other, her hands outstretched, and her arms tightly clasped against them, and pressed her chest against them.

On the other side, the male drow stares at the dark-haired man hiding his face in his hood with a fiery gaze.

And at this moment, after the women in the throne were seated, a brown-skinned two-headed giant appeared in the center of the square.