Often, there is a big difference between what happens in real life and what you do on stage, like facing pain. A look at the book??· 1k?a?nshuFor most people, they don't beat their chests, curse fate, or simply blame the gods and angels of heaven like the actors in the opera. They weep silently and suffer in silence – a common trait.

But after that, when they deal with the wounds left in their hearts, two diametrically opposed choices emerge. Some people, or most of them, will choose to forget, choose to be dull, and will put their wounds in dusty corners until the right time comes to heal completely.

For others, they wipe the blood away, and whenever the wound slowly scabs over and is about to heal, they stretch it back open, enduring the pain alone, in order to remember, to make themselves sharper.

A few days after the half-elf's funeral, the enthusiasm of everyone on the gimbal was all drawn to the upcoming Grand Finals, and the debate about who was stronger and weaker between the two teams was almost never stopped everywhere you could think of. taverns, brothels, casinos, trading houses, streets, squares, markets, ...... It's as if the next game is the center of people's lives, and everything else is completely reduced to an accessory with no sense of existence.

But what they don't know is that something has already been born, but it has only reached the ears of some people.

Convicted Yuntai?Archon's Residence

In the corridor outside the study, several guards in charge of security were standing quietly at their posts by the wall with spears and guns. It's not a very hard job, and the income is very good, and if I have to name a drawback, I'm afraid it's just a little boring.

But just as one of the guards could not bear the fatigue and opened his mouth to yawn, a short, powerful question came from the thick wooden door of the study. In an instant, the guard closed his mouth in horror, and a series of soft sounds of armor rubbing against the guards' bodies were heard—and they instantly cheered up. Straighten your back.

The reason is very simple, the Archon seems to be in a very bad mood, and no one wants to cause any unnecessary trouble for himself at this time.

In the study. The flames in the fireplace jumped, and there was a low pop or two, dispelling the chill of late autumn rain and baking a lazy warmth into the house. However, at this time, Barberto's face did not have a gentle look, to put it mildly, to put it mildly. It's not too much.

“...... What do you say? I hope my ears heard correctly!"

Barberto threw the eagle feather pen in his hand directly at the papers scattered on the table, and after a "bang", a few blots of ink were smashed. To be honest, the Archon's job is busy most of the time, after all, it is not easy to take care of a gimbal with more than 100,000 people. Not to mention that he also has to deal with the "Wind Breath Cloud Platform" behind him, as well as being responsible for the city lord above his head.

But judging from his current expression, it seems that the things in front of him are more important than the "work" at hand. I saw the archon slowly leaning towards the back of the sand chair, but his eyes remained motionless at the middle-aged man standing in front of the desk, his sharp and bright gaze seemed to dig out the answer to the other party's chest, puzzled. There's also a bit of a faint impatience.

Tournament Umpire Salire straightened his waist and nodded. "Yes, sir, you heard me right......," he replied affirmatively, his gaze slightly distracted at the corner of the desk sunk in the carpet, completely oblivious to his dusty leather boots, his slightly disheveled clothes, and the sweat that hung from his forehead. He also forgot the nervousness of entering the consul's study for the first time, because his consciousness had already drifted somewhere else......

hours ago

Four war horses galloped on the main road of the "Conviction Cloud Terrace" with billowing smoke and dust. Salile, who was at the rear, followed the three Zal in front. It's still in an inexplicable dazed. In fact, he rushed to the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" after receiving news from the steward Alep. But after that, he saw Zal who hadn't been seen for a long time, to be exact. It's a strange-looking Zhal.

Zar had changed, and Salir could feel that the sunny and confident young man he had in his impression had disappeared without a trace. His lips pursed as if they had turned a lifeless gray overnight. Straight and sharp, those impressive blue eyes faded from the clarity of the past, leaving only an unfamiliar silver blue.

Looking at Zal in front of him, Salire felt as if he was facing a deep dark pool, with a little fear and a chill piercing his skin. And the words that wanted to be asked were stuck in their throats, and they could no longer make a sound. Of course, Zal didn't give him any time to spare, and handed the reins directly to Salile, and then rode out with Gavira and Groll.

Turning his head to look at Casavalon and Alev, who were standing at the door, never speaking, Salire could only follow Zal and his party out with full doubts. But as they galloped along, when the four of them gathered their horses and stopped in front of a tall and magnificent building, Salire realized that his mouth had grown in shock, and he had completely forgotten how to speak. Because the destination of their trip turned out to be the "Crown Buck Horn Arena" of the "old loach" Ambrus!

As another top giant on the gimbal, the "Crown Bucks Gladiatorial Arena" will certainly not lose to the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" in terms of scale and momentum, and even has a slight advantage in the size of the venue. However, what really represents the difference between the two gladiatorial arenas is the difference in temperament.

If the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" embodies a touch of elegance in exquisite brilliance, then the "Crown Stag" pays more attention to the coldness and majesty of the exposed bones. A look at the book??· 1k?a?nshu saw a gray-black circular "fortress" building pressed against the ground, a semi-circular platform protruding outside, and then up, at the top of the gladiatorial arena stood a stout "minaret", like the vertical thorns of the crown pulled out a criss-crossing rope, a stacked scale of the roof of the roof of the gladiatorial arena propped up above the entire gladiatorial arena.

Leaving aside the strangely shaped gladiatorial arena, Salire hurriedly jumped off his horse with the three of them. In fact, he probably thought about what Zar was going to do, but he still subconsciously asked: "Za, Zal ......"

Before he could finish, Zal had already turned around and interrupted him. "Don't ask, you're right. With that, he threw down Salile and walked straight towards the Caliber with the elves and orcs.

"Crazy, the Lord God is above, is this crazy!" Salire cursed with a pale face. He never thought that Zal and his party would take him to the "Crown Bucks". However, it was too late to say anything now, or to temporarily return to the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena", so he hurriedly hammered his thigh and hurriedly chased after Zal and the others.

They didn't wait for them to come closer. A guy who looked like a guard showed up early in the morning for Zar and his party. He frowned slightly and muttered quietly, standing directly at the entrance of the gladiatorial arena. "Sorry gentlemen, we don't have a game schedule today and we don't accept tours. Please ......" He was halfway through his sentence when he stopped stiffly.

The gaze fixed on the three of them was at first a little puzzled, but soon turned into shock, and at the same time their mouths grew in disbelief, and finally their faces faded with blood, and they took a few steps back stiffly. "You, you ......"

As he spoke, as if remembering something, he turned around and ran, perhaps because the movement was too intense. Directly tripped on the ground. However, the guard didn't even mean to scream in pain, and immediately rushed into the gladiatorial arena with a crawl. "Great, sir! My lord, the enemy is coming to the door! For the sake of the Lord God, ...... quickly."

Saliret pressed his temple with a slight headache, he wasn't sure if the guard would be too frightened, but he was sure that at the end of the day, he would have nightmares at night. As for the zar, no one stopped from beginning to end. No one said a word.

Unhurriedly, he walked forward, through the tall arches on the outer wall of the gladiatorial arena. When Zar and the others were dazzled, they really walked into the interior of the "Crown Stag" and stepped on the sand on the edge of the battlefield. A middle-aged man who looked like a steward had already led more than a dozen guards with weapons in front of Zal and the others. At the same time, more and more staff rushed to hear the news, and for a while, noisy voices echoed in the empty gladiatorial arena.

"Quiet!" the steward shouted, and there was a sudden silence in the room. He stood at the front of the crowd and looked at Zal coldly. "This is not the place for you to be, please get out of here until there is any misunderstanding! I have no interest in wasting time with you......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a muffled "thud", and the giant axe in Grohl's hand slid down and slammed to the ground. The next moment, there was a grinding sound of weapons unsheathed in the crowd, but the orc did not continue to move, only "snorted" with a slight disdain.

Zar watched as the steward spoke. "You can't decide on my business, change your master. ”

"You ......"

The steward was about to speak, but a chuckle came from the back of the crowd. "Ha, who should I be, isn't this the trump card of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'! I still wonder why it is so lively all of a sudden......"

As he spoke, the crowd in front of Zar retreated to either side, making way for a wide passageway. Ambrus nodded imperceptibly to the steward and walked up slowly. However, compared to the smiling expression, his eyes flashed with a cold light that was diametrically opposed.

"Oh, so the whole team is here? By the way, what's the name of your team......" Ambrus stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the three of them diagonally, "Forget it, it's fine." Anyway, I don't seem to remember any friendship between us, unless you can give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise, this is not a place for people of your stature to come and go whenever you want. As soon as the words fell, the people on the periphery quickly dispersed into a fan, surrounding Zal and the others in the center.

Zal's gaze didn't move, and he looked directly at Ambrus. "The reason is simple, I've had enough of the endless knockouts and I've lost patience with the long season. So, I thought of a shortcut......" Zar paused, "Why don't you just fight your 'Black Horn Team', and whoever wins will go to the 'Blood Gladiatorial Arena' to challenge the 'Hand of Judgment'." I don't think you're short of tickets and gaming revenue, and you don't care where you beat the Crystal Cloud Bridge......

Everyone in the audience gasped when they heard this, they had never seen such a gladiator who didn't take the final seriously at all. Ambruss laughed, though. "Hahaha...... For the sake of the Lord God, are you crazy or what's wrong?Are you sure you're not drunk?hahaha......" He suddenly retracted his smile and turned to look at Salile, who had not spoken, "Dear Mr. Arbitrator, I don't know, can you give me a not-so-ridiculous explanation?"

Salile sighed and shook his head directly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ambrus, I didn't know anything about it until I stepped foot in the 'Crown Bucks'......"

Ambrus listened, snorted heavily, raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Boy, I am wasting my time," he said, "Does Casavalon know your arrogant and ignorant thoughts? Truth be told, you are not qualified to talk to me about this, and give you back your words—you can't have the final say in this matter, change your master, boy!"

When Ambrus finished speaking, everyone in the room burst into laughter, but Salier's brow furrowed even tighter, because he knew what the problem was. Sure enough, Zal's voice rang out coldly. "You're disappointed, to be precise, Mr. Casavalon not only knows, but also has no objection to it. ”

The audience suddenly fell silent, and even Ambrus was stunned. Only to hear Zar continue: "And, I sincerely advise you, accept our request. ”

In an instant, surging invectives erupted in the crowd.

"Take your words back, boy, or you'll die here at once!"

"Shut your foul mouth, crumb, what kind of place are you going to be!"

"Kill him, and tell him what to do with this! Cut off his head and throw it to the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'!"

“......”

In the crowd, Ambrus pressed his palms with a gloomy expression, and soon, his men fell silent again. "I, just ask once, are you threatening me?" ——! boy" His voice suddenly raised, and his waist straightened suddenly, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze.

But under the gaze of countless murderous eyes, Zal still replied unhurriedly: "That's right, I'm threatening you." He looked at Ambrus with a blank expression, "You can take my request as a polite cutscene. Actually, if you're not a vassal of the castle lord, you're dead. And I don't need your willingness at all, even if you refuse, I will immediately find your 'Black Horn Clan' and do ......it directly."

Ambrus's face was distorted and gloomy, almost dripping water, but Zal didn't stop talking. "If you still can't understand what I mean, then there's no need for us to continue talking. ”

"That's right, it's not necessary......" As soon as Zar finished speaking, another voice from the entrance immediately picked up.

As he spoke, the sound of explosions erupted, and a terrifying wind-breaking sound roared and shot out, and Ambrus's expression suddenly lightened, squinting his eyes to reveal a cruel grin. The three of them turned around in unison, only to see a spear with a blinding red glow flying quickly and quickly.

With a crisp sound of "dang", sparks flew everywhere, and Gavira, who was standing on one side, held the dagger and burst into the opponent's attack, while the spear flew upside down, and at the end of a round of spinning streamers, the "poof" nailed into the yellow sand. In the distance, the steward who had just quietly retreated followed behind the three figures and re-entered the gladiatorial arena.

Through the spear stuck in the midpoint, several gazes staggered into each other, and the corners of Zal's mouth turned slightly, because it was the "Sky Breaker Sacreo" and his "Black Horn Clan" who came!

ps: Thank you for the reward of the book friend 'I was a madman', thank you, thank you compass~!