The deafening cheers echoed in the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena", and countless eyes full of heat and adoration gathered on the white figure. The silver-white crown shimmered in the rising sun, dazzling, and in the roar of the mountains and tsunamis, he was the real king of the land under his feet.

After a long time, in the gently waving palm of the Wind Cliff City Lord, the cheers of the crowd gradually subsided, and finally fell completely silent. In their gaze, which never took a step away, a calm and unusually clean voice flowed from under the bright silver mask, slowly, firmly and powerfully.

"Brothers and sisters of Yuntai, five years later, I once again wore a mask and came to the great 'Blood Gladiatorial Arena'...... For the sake of the gods, I hope my voice doesn't sound too old......" he chuckled, spreading his palms and making a gesture of embarrassment.

With his movements, the people in the stands laughed loudly, but the laughter conveyed a resolute denial, as well as cordial goodwill, and some even shouted and coaxed.

"Absolutely not! My dear lord of the castle! hahaha......"

"Swear to the Lord God! Your voice sounds so young!"

"Hahaha......" The laughter of the crowd became louder.

"Take my love, Lord Castle!"

"I'm here, Lord Castle!"

There were also many women in the "......" crowd screaming loudly and expressing their love, but their voices drew more displeasure from the men and mocking boos.

In the midst of laughter, the city lord raised his palms again, making everyone quiet again. "Looks good...... he smiled as he looked at the women waving their arms and nodded gracefully, "It seems like I'm more popular than I was five years ago!"

"Hahaha......" The short laugh stopped at the right time.

"Five years ago. Here I am, ten years ago, the same ......" his voice changed unconsciously, as if he were talking to himself. "I stand before you, as I was, and will be......" His gaze slowly moved over the ring stand. As if staring at each face, "You will never know who is standing behind the mask, you will only hear his voice, which is full of vigor in his youth, and slowly changes to a low and hoarse in his old age...... Then his child took the mask and kept repeating it......"

His voice froze suddenly, and the eyes that appeared on his mask shone brightly. It seems to be staring at something. "Five, ten, fifty, hundred...... 'I' stand here," he said, "I have only one name, I always wear a mask, my name is 'Faceless One?' Cretimo......"

His words echoed through the silence of the arena, soft, but burrowed into everyone's ears. "The name is just a simple symbol. The body is nothing but a skin that carries life...... Only 'the past'. is the only trace you can leave in the world......" his tone changed, "I, why do I wear a mask? because I have no 'past'...... Windcliff doesn't believe in the 'past' because, me. Guilty ......"

The muffled syllables pressed silence into everyone's hearts, and the dead silence spread over the stands, and many people lowered their heads and looked at their hands in a daze, as if reminiscing. What these palms used to do - many people, almost forgotten.

"Killing is sin, greed is sin, plunder, lust, weakness, evasion, indifference...... These are all sins, and I am a sinner......" His voice hoarse, he glanced up at the spectators in the stands. "We are all sinners. He said, "Sinners who don't even have a 'past.'" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "But you know what the irony is?" he asked, drawing everyone's attention back to it. Not only that, but he turned his head and asked one of the nobles sitting next to him, "Do you know what is more ironic?"

The other party shook his head blankly, he turned to the audience and asked in a loud voice. "What about you, do you know?" the countless heads denied, and there were rounds of trivial whispers. At this moment, the Wind Cliff City Lord suddenly snorted, laughed, and tapped his finger on his mask. In a string of dangdang whispers, he said: "The most ironic thing is that we are still alive......"

After a brief moment of astonishment, like lightning from the sky, everyone in the stands erupted in earth-shattering laughter, crazy laughter! laughing until their voices were broken, laughing until they were hoarse, laughing until they wept bitterly, and some even tore their hair frantically, and finally buried their cheeks in their palms, and made an intermittent cracking sound from between their fingers.

After a long time, his voice sounded again. "Ironic, isn't it?" he tilted his head as he looked at the crowd full of gladiatorial arenas, "we are sinners, and there are no innocent......s in Stormcliff City," he said, his voice jerking, "But! whether you are here, spend the rest of your life confessing your sins, or continue your unforgivable evil deeds! Whether you struggle and beg like a wild dog, or want to plunder your life like a wolf! I stand before you! I swear in the name of the gods! Live! never sin!"

When the last syllable roared from his mouth and rushed to the crowd in the stands, countless figures stood up frantically!

"Not ......" different races, different languages, all the voices converge into a simple and understandable syllable, but it seems to bombard the soul, exploding in the gladiatorial arena!

"Isn't it?" the Wind Cliff City Lord stretched out his arms, squeezed his palms into the air, and asked in a loud voice!

"No!!" A louder roar rushed out of the mouths of the crowd in response! The sound waves, like clouds and cracked stones, crashed against the side wall of the gladiatorial arena, and the roars of one after another were intertwined with the crazy surging figures, setting off layers of terrifying heat waves, as if the air had been ignited in an instant.

Standing in the line, Zal slowly closed his eyes, and the hustle and bustle around him wrapped himself in it like a tide, and he could feel the hot blood flowing under his skin. The mystery left behind by the old moon demon Ulez has finally been solved at this moment.

Ulez believed in the Wind Cliff Lord with great firmness. He believed that the other party must have nothing to do with the broken potion recipe, and it was impossible for him to know about the evil hidden in the brewery. Zal thought, and subconsciously asked himself, from his own point of view, can this masked Wind Cliff City Lord be trusted? The intuition in his heart quickly told him the answer - the Wind Cliff City Lord would not participate in it, because there was no reason. There is no motivation even more.

Then the problem can only lie in the "conviction PTZ" itself...... It occurred to Zal that the Archons and the "Hand of Judgment" were certain participants, but it was completely impossible for them alone to manipulate the number of newborns. Such a means of quietly reducing expenditure is not something that the consuls in charge of government affairs can do.

Who is the person in charge of searching, transporting, and verifying newborns? An organization popped out of Zal's heart - the Black Blade Guard, his brow furrowed suddenly, and the Yuntai Sheriff, who had direct control over the Black Blade Guard, was also an accomplice. Come to think of it. Zhal's gaze fell back on the viewing platform, the Lord of Wind Cliff who was still making his opening speech.

"That's all you discovered, isn't it?" Mr. Ulez...... said to himself, "That's your plan, to find a way to let him know what happened on the Conviction Terrace at the opening ceremony of the only arena where you can see the Castle Lord...... Unforgivable everything......" he took a deep breath, "rest in peace, honorable Mr. Ulez, what you have not done. I'll continue to finish ......"

But just then, an emotionless voice entered Zal's ears. "How do you feel?......

It's like a fiery body being poured with a bucket of cold water on the head. A layer of tiny particles instantly appeared on Zal's skin, and his brain was running wildly, and the palm under the cloak held the hilt of the sword directly. This voice was so familiar to him, even carved in his heart like a knife, he could never forget it, it was Blazeyi!

"How did he end up here?!Where is he hiding!" Zar tensed. They searched each other's figures, but all of them were people. The two hundred gladiators, together with the guide officer in front of him and the "Wind Breath Guard" standing next to him, he could only see unfamiliar faces, and still figures.

Blazei's voice wandered around. It seems to be in motion all the time. "Don't you speak?" his voice raised.

"You killed the old moon demon because you found out that he might expose your crimes to the city lord after the opening ceremony, right?" Zar gritted his teeth, squeezing his voice out between his teeth.

"That's right," Blazej replied, "he made the last choice he should have made, so he had to die." His tone was extremely flat, without a hint of undulation.

"Damn it's you!" Zar caught in the other man's figure, "Sishua" had already pulled half of the sword from its scabbard, and he was prepared for the worst, "The archon is the mastermind behind the scenes, the sheriff is your accomplice, and the Brotherhood is your lackey!

"That's right. Blazei's voice replied dryly.

"What the hell are you going to do?!" Zar's eyes spurted with rage, and his mind flashed the soul-piercing red of the winery, "Give the life of a baby to the devil! for the sake of the damned Archon's throne?!You're going to pay for it, you will......"

Blazei's voice interrupted him. "A little less curiosity will make you live a little longer," he said, "and in a way, it's for your good." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. Zar said contemptuously.

"What, do you want to go to the city lord like that old moon demon?" Blazej didn't wait for Zar to reply, and continued, "Give up...... I can feel that you have become stronger, but you are still far from negotiating with me......" he said coldly, "I don't care about the formula, I don't care who climbs the throne, I only care about the opponent, find the opponent who is worth fighting......"

His voice suddenly became weak. "I said you have a lot of potential, but you only have potential...... Don't take yourself too seriously, boy, potential doesn't equal strength...... You are not worthy of being my opponent now, and you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me......"

"You'll regret choosing me as your opponent......" Zarr said with a chuckle.

Blazei's voice was silent for a long time before it rang out again, but he steered the conversation in a different direction. "Let me give you a suggestion......" he said.

"What advice?"

"Seriously participate in the 'Blood Arena', if you can win in the final, you will have a chance to seek revenge on me directly......" he whispered, "If you can beat me, I will tell you everything I know...... In this way, everything can be solved at the same time, in the same place, together. And all you need to do is to be silent for a while, and to turn yourself into an opponent who is enough to defeat me......"

"What if I don't?" said Zar, looking at the white figure on the viewing platform, "You're going to kill me, right?"

"No, no, no, boy......" Blazei's voice was cold and piercing, "I won't kill you, but I will kill the people around you...... All of them...... That half-elf is your teacher, isn't it?The little girl I spared her life last time was your friend, right?" Blazei seemed to see Zal trembling slightly with anger, "Yes, it seems to be true, they are indeed ......"

"You don't have a choice, boy...... If you refuse, I swear by my own strength that I will kill them all...... Say, do it!" Blazei's voice suddenly became sharp, stabbing Zal in the back like a steel needle!

The terrifying murderous aura made Zal jerk around and look back. "You ......" He stopped as soon as he spat out a syllable, because there was no Brazei in the position behind him, but a tall Moon Demon gladiator who was dissatisfied with Zhar's face.

At the moment when Zal was stunned on the spot, the entire gladiatorial arena was suddenly filled with cheers lifted into the air, and all the noise disappeared. When Zal looked back at the viewing platform, he saw that the opening ceremony had come to an end.

“...... Again, my brothers and sisters, again, with your cheers, your praises, for the land beneath your feet," the Lord of Wind Cliff pointed to the bottom, tawny sand, "Elect your champion! and he! will be the hero of Wind Cliff, get out of here! and go to the world that once abandoned us!"

"Tell those who care about us! Tell those who hate us! Tell those who have forgotten us!" His voice was almost torn apart, and he roared, calling for the sound of the crowd shouting wildly, and smashed it into the highest peak! "Tell them! Storm Cliff City! still alive! We! still alive!!......

The roar of tens of thousands of people in unison shattered the blue sky overhead, dozens of salutes exploded at the same time in the sky above the gladiatorial arena blasted out the sky like snow colorful shredded paper, people threw the red betting paper in their hands into the air vigorously, the huge wind pressure mixed with the sound of the frenzied tide, the flying confetti rolled into a bloody wave, rolling in the air, undulating, like a silk wrinkled brocade, pressed to the sand below!

Five years later, the "Blood Arena" of Wind Cliff City finally opened its curtain again amid the cheers that shook the sky. (To be continued......)