As the days of the national league approached, more and more gossip about the new rules began to spread. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Naturally, everything is kept secret until it is officially announced, but there are always some clues to be seen in some things.

First of all, it is the renovation of the major arenas. The new rules were issued directly by the Candras royal family, and the first to be rebuilt were the large government-run arenas that were qualified to host the national league.

According to reliable sources, Warsam's official mage Onan is leading a large number of people who know how to spell to set up various magical facilities for those arenas. That guy's tone is very strict, and the details are not known to the outside world, and even the mage Lady Elena can't detect anything. To be precise, these projects completely kept those who had anything to do with the trainers, whether nobles or wealthy merchants, in the dark, and absolutely did not allow them to know anything in advance, and it seemed that the royal family was determined to give a great surprise to the national audience......

The tighter the secrecy is kept, the more uneasy the trainers become. The phrase "there is no impermeable wall" is really accurate enough, and the strategies that Liszt secretly told Isenhard about dealing with the new regulations have long been found by commercial spies and conveyed to the three major families. For a while, it became a craze to build full-body armor for gladiators, and the blacksmiths made a lot of money in the blink of an eye, and they were so happy. As the leader of the Blacksmiths' Guild, Eresa naturally got more information from it, and then transferred it to Isenhard's desk.

"I heard that they have completely remodeled the foundation of the arena......" Isenhard frowned, flipping through the mess of information on the table, "Coupled with the news that they have vigorously mobilized mages before, do you want to introduce magic into the competition?"

"Looks like so. Saul nodded: "And according to the previous reminder of the scholar of Liszt, to adapt to the new regulations, we must focus on strengthening the gladiator's ability to move, it seems that ...... To make good use of these spells, you need to have good reaction speed and mobility. 」

Isenhard said as he sorted out the papers, "You shouldn't have to worry about that, I can still trust Kaison's abilities. The bigger one is the counterattack of the Makqin family...... According to the rules of the national league, all the players of Voxam must be captained by the champion, that is, Kredrau of the Maxim family! Moreover, the leader of the team is a member ......of the City Guard, and you know who the leader of the Vorsam City Guard is, right? If they want to do something in the league to the detriment of our league, it's easy!"

Thor was also awe-inspiring: "In that case, what is the master's good plan?"

"I need you to find a way to get some of Gunnag's cronies to recommend a City Guard squad leader named Hasrab as an overseer. Isenhard said, "This man has a deep personal relationship with Hysan and has a lot of criticism of Gunnag, and if he is given enough good, he can solve a considerable part of the problem. 」

Thor nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." 」

"Also, let Ricksat send a message to Dongcheng Lao Pu, order a few good necklaces and send them to Gunnag's wife in the hot spring castle, and the pillow wind is also very important...... Then, make a schedule for me and the league players, and I'm going to have a banquet for Maxim and Powell in Paradise Lost!"

It's a very necessary social event: even if it's a sworn enemy, shake hands at the right time. In the national league, whether it is the Maxim family, the Powell family or the "League of Fighters", they represent the entire Votham team, and if they want to get a good ranking in the national league, it is extremely important to temporarily release their previous suspicions and work together. So, a few days later, in the evening, the owners of the quarterfinals of the Vossam Gladiator Trainer, Maxim, Isenhard, and Powell, finally brought their ace stars to meet at the city's biggest entertainment venue: Paradise Lost!

The banquet was held in a very luxurious hall, not to mention the delicious food and wine, and the guests were all beautiful one by one. They wore gauze skirts as thin as cicada wings to shuttle between the banquets, smiling and helping to pour wine and deliver food, and the looming carcass saw that Zhang Long, who was standing behind the master, couldn't help but almost shed a sigh again. Soon, however, his attention shifted to the game between Isenhard and the other two giants.

He was already familiar with this old opponent, and when he gambled on his true face at this time, he was really ruthless! With his fierce eyes and hard eagle hooked nose, he looked like a fierce vulture. And Powell, who is white and chubby, looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is certainly not an ordinary person who can become a big trainer for Wasam.

What surprised Zhang Long the most was that at this time, Esenhard was actually like two people when he was talking on weekdays! He used to be a "old enemy" and an "old horseman", and he had the momentum of not sharing the sky with Makqin, but now, with a humble smile on his face, he was neither humble nor arrogant to push the cup and change the lamp with Makqin, talked about the kindness of his master and apprentice in the past, toasted frequently, and even bowed deeply to thank the old master for his cultivation! It really surprised Zhang Long: he could not learn such a powerful communicative art in his life......

During the banquet, the hosts also introduced him to Credlaw and Powell's Sarden. The disfigured former handsome guy Credlaw had a shocking scar on his face, and suddenly turned from a little fresh meat to a fierce god. However, his cynical personality has not changed much, but he took the initiative to joke that he won a "manly medal" Yunyun. Sarden is a mediocre and unsmiling Anteystig, practicing Gothic, very decent, without any special features, but there are no major flaws, and he deserves to reach the quarterfinals.

After a full meal and wine, the masters went to the private room to continue the negotiation, leaving Zhang Long and other star gladiators to be merry in the hall. Zhang Long's head suddenly became bigger: he had always been extremely resistant to prostitution/prostitution, and at this time, in front of the other players who were about to become teammates, it was unlikely that he would run away as casually as before. Seeing that four or five *** had already gathered around him and put his hands on him, he really felt a little crying and laughing, and when he was racking his brains to think of a reason to leave, Credlaw suddenly pushed away the woman next to him, poured a glass of red wine and beckoned to him, "Zhang Long, come and talk!"

Aha, he was actually relieved by Vosam's champion! Zhang Long was relieved, quickly pulled out, and took the wine glass.

"It turns out that you are the one who operated on yourself, and I will toast you ......" Credlaw touched his glass with him, and said in a tone of admiration, not at all showing the champion's shelf.

"Where, where, it's just forced by the situation," Zhang Long said modestly, "It should be my honor to have the opportunity to meet the champion of Wasam. 」

"Hahaha, in Makqin's eyes, I'm the champion, right?" Credlaw laughed at himself, "I know how many pounds and taels I have, this championship can only be said to be a fluke, if I am against Fetruma, or you, whether I can live until now is a matter of two words......" He said, poured another glass of wine into his stomach, and his cheeks began to turn red. The *** next to him leaned over flatteringly, stretched out his fragrant tongue and licked the scars on his face. Credlaw was happy to let them serve, but as if they didn't exist, he continued to talk to Zhang Long.

"Anyway, I hope you will support me a lot during the league, after all, I am a nominal captain!" said Credlaw with a grin.

Zhang Long nodded and said, "For the sake of Vorsam, that's natural, and I expect the champion to take care of it." 」

"I can't afford this...... Credlaw shook his head and poured another glass of wine, "At most, I'm going to win a few more fights, drink a few more drinks, and fuck a few more women before I die......," he got drunk, laughing and rubbing the ass of the woman next to him, looking like a prodigal son.

Zhang Long was a little embarrassed, but Credlaw got up and pulled Zhang Long to the seat next to him, snorting wine and shortening his tongue and saying, "You must be wondering, why did I become like this......

It is said that he spits the truth after drinking, and Zhang Long is also happy to listen to the story of this champion. Credlaw drank a few glasses in a row, and the conversation began: "I think you're a very special person, so I'll tell you about it...... Once upon a time, I was a soldier under Grand Duke Miraboga of Hafenwood...... At that time, I was not the same as now, my mind was full of the glory of soldiers, and I dreamed of making a meritorious deed, and one day I would be made a knight or something......

He paused, and his smile suddenly became a little sad: "You also know that Hafenwood is close to the border, and Yvegro often comes to invade...... The people on the outskirts of the city are miserable...... Finally, on that occasion, we got good information and concentrated our superior forces to annihilate a large number of invading Maozi soldiers and bandits...... If the remnants of their army flee, we will pursue ...... Chase all the way to their lair...... A small Maozi village and town...... That's how we went in and killed them to the ground!"

Zhang Long was excited when he heard this: "This is a big victory, there must be a lot of rewards when you go back, right?"

Credlaw only continued to tell the story of the storming town: "We killed all the men who could fight...... None of the old men and imps who could barely pick up arms survived...... We also had many brothers dead, covered in blood...... The whole town...... Only women are left......

Zhang Long's face also turned heavy, and he almost knew what was going to happen next.

"We them, all ......," said Credlaw, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, word by word, "not even the little girl and the old lady were spared......

He took another sip of wine and said vaguely, "Overnight, we have become exactly the same thing as the Mao Zi soldiers and bandits that we once hated the most...... Overnight, we went from being soldiers defending our homes and defending our country to invaders who burned, killed, and plundered...... The brethren are crazy...... When we had done enough, we impaled the women alive on the road at the entrance of the town, and then burned the whole town to the ground with a fire...... Since then, there has been no glory...... It's all the ethereal stuff in the eyes of the rear commander who hasn't fought for his life......

After Credlaw finished speaking, he staggered to his feet and let out a strange scream, ripped off his crotch cloth and joined the ranks of Hu Tianhudi. Zhang Long heard it with mixed feelings, and slipped out of this fragrant hall in a chaotic manner, and came to the open-air corridor outside to look at the railing. The cold moonlight made his mood even more desolate, and the evening breeze gently brushed his face, as if gently soothing him......

A new page is about to be turned at the time of the national league, and is the glory in the arena as empty as Credlaw's eyes?