Three days is not a short time for the residents of Wind Cliff City, who have been waiting for five years. All sorts of news and gossip come and go through word of mouth or after-dinner chatter, such as which colosseum has signed a well-qualified rookie, which long-established fighter has not been in good shape this year, or which contestant has been offered a high-paying contract and the unlucky guy has been kicked out by the owner and lost his only patron......

Of course, the "lame orc registration event" also spread amid the laughter of the do-gooders...... But such a joke is just leftovers used to spice up the atmosphere. More people are focusing on the real contestants in their hearts, not because of support, but because they want to make a lot of money by comparing the season.

What is even more different from previous years is that this "Blood Arena" also involves the question of whether the current consul can be re-elected for three consecutive terms. Although such a problem has nothing to do with the common people living on the "conviction platform", it is like the saying: the "lace" of the nobility is always the best "cloth" to decorate the life of the common people.

In many cases, the most irrelevant to yourself is the most interesting and unscrupulous, because you can vent your sarcasm and sarcasm, or pity and nobility, but you are completely irresponsible...... It's a great feeling.

And these civilians who watched the excitement did use their actions to turn their attention to this matter into real money. The market on whether the consuls can be re-elected is open even long before the real game begins.

But so far, the balance of bets has clearly skewed in favor of the "Archon cannot be re-elected", as there are rumors that the "Hand of Judgment" inexplicably died two before the start of the tournament, so the strength of the Archons is not strong this time. As for where the rumors came from and how much credibility there is. No one knows.

As a result, intentionally or unintentionally, driven by various factors, people who didn't care about the event became caring, and people who were already crazy about the event became even more crazy. The entire "conviction pan-platform" seems to be attracted by a huge hurricane and pushed to the blazing apex. Many people predicted that this "Blood Arena" would be the grandest in the hundreds of years of Wind Cliff City's history.

In such a warm atmosphere, the half-elf hut, which was as calm as usual, seemed a little out of place. Zal spent the last few days constantly strengthening the upper limit of Death's Wish, and the end result looked pretty good, and the muscles he could manipulate at will finally increased the entire right forearm in addition to his right hand. Sort of giving yourself in the upcoming preliminary round. A solid hole card has been added.

As for Gavila, she has a lot more time than Zal. In the words of Cadius, at the current rate, the Wood Elves will definitely be able to get rid of the dilemma of only having one high-level skill of the auxiliary class before the start of the preliminaries, and skillfully apply the new skills they have learned to actual combat.

Although Zar and Gavira tried their best to push themselves into a relatively calm corner, not to let the increasingly heated atmosphere affect them too much. But what is due is always coming. Three days later, the new "Blood Arena". Finally, the solemn and grand opening ceremony was ushered in.

It was a perfect morning, the cool and fresh air was flowing through the streets, the sun had not yet risen, and the sky was dyed with the bright white that only existed before sunrise. On the "Conviction Cloud Terrace", instead of the gloomy and silent in the early morning of the past, there was a noisy scene of elation.

From every direction. Countless people came out of the alleys, from the streets, from every corner you can think of, gathered together, and poured into the main road in the middle of the Yuntai. On days like these. They all wore the most colorful costumes and showed their most decent side, and even the former beggars and homeless people put themselves in order, as if they were celebrating their own festivals.

As they walked, they laughed and shouted, and some sang familiar songs and invited strangers to join them. On this day, they will temporarily forget the unhappiness of their old life, or the hostility between different races, there are only the same carnival partners, no one cares if the other person is a stranger or not, no one will be angry at this time, laugh, everyone just laughs.

The meandering and slender streams of people converged on the main road like the riverbed, colliding and merging with each other, and the whole team became even larger, like the head of the tide advancing layer by layer, surging and rolling forward. The cacophony of human voices is like the trills of the river lapping against the stone walls of the bank, shattering and intertwining into a recognizable cacophony.

Following the surging crowds, at the end of the main road, the rushing "river" finally slowed down in front of a magnificent circular structure. At this time, they turned into a swarm of smart bees, looking for the entrance to the "hive". They swirled and flowed, slowly pouring into the building, and the noises that had been noisy became loud in the marble passages.

The sun, the magnificent sun, finally broke through the shackles of the horizon, and gushed golden light, rising from the horizon! The warm soft light shone on the vertical downward cliff of the gimbal, slowly rising, pouring down on the terrain that suddenly became a plain, over the high city walls, on the continuous roofs, in the staggered alleys, reflecting a dark light that chased and dispersed!

The light slowly moved forward, and as she intersected with the magnificent side walls of the arena, the gloom that had been frozen in the stone face cracked! The shadows were fading and elongating, and the majestic statues, stout stone pillars, and monstrous monster-like dripping spouts on the side walls seemed to come to life in an instant, and were coated with a layer of flowing golden light.

Leaping over the hunting flags at the top of the arc, the towering side walls of the arena sinked in view, followed by a roar that rushed into the sky! Countless crowds filled the cascading circular staircase, and the seats, in the aisles, and at the entrance, crowded shoulders filled all the corners. They shouted and sang loudly, and countless intertwined streamers were tossed overhead, tossed into the air, tumbling and dragging out long and dazzling figures, and flew to the bottom of the clearing. There is a yellow-brown patch, and there is a solid battlefield of life and death!

In the huge lounge on the ground floor of the gladiatorial arena, behind the wooden gate made of arm-thick square wood, 200 gladiators who signed up for the competition were making final preparations before appearing on the stage. On a bench in the corner, Zar hid himself in a black hooded cloak. He came early. And not only him, but even Cadius came, but the half-elf could not enter the lounge, but waited for him outside.

Because after the opening ceremony, there will be a draw for the preliminary round of grouping, judging by the title of "trainer" given to by the half-elf. He needs to come with Zal and solve problems if he has them. As for Gavila, she has disappeared since she entered the lounge, she should be hiding in some no-man's land, rest quietly, Zal thought.

A faint shout poured in from outside, echoing in Zal's ears. The hands hidden under the cloak were uncontrollably twisted together, and the palms of the hands were covered with sticky cold sweat. Clenching the "Hishua" around his waist hard, Zar found a long-lost calm in the leather texture on the hilt of the sword.

Ridiculously funny, Zal never thought he would be nervous, but when he actually sat on the wooden bench and listened to the faint voice. He still felt the beating heart in his chest, and the real suffocation sensation in his chest. The sounds were magical. Stirring every nerve, every inch of skin, even every muscle.

Taking a deep breath, Zal looked up at the crowd in front of him, and he saw faces with very different expressions. Some were running and roaring like wild beasts. Fidgeting, some standing silently in the corner, polishing their weapons over and over again, others repeating a gesture on their chests, opening and closing their lips and teeth as if praying the most pious prayers, and still others lying excitedly on the wooden gate, their hands gripping the squares between the sticks. Like a child, he kept looking out and listening......

At this moment, a high-pitched voice roared out from the direction of the wooden gate. "Gladiators, line up!"

With this roar, the entire lounge suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked in the same direction at the same time, and then, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and according to their respective codes, they quickly stood in two neat columns. At the same time, the voices outside seemed to be somewhat suggestive and became louder.

The roar rang out again. "Listen to me! You bastards! I don't care if you've ever set foot on this battlefield, or if you still have a chance to stand here! But you all fucking listen to me!" The voice suddenly raised, "This is the 'Blood Arena'! It's the fucking 'Blood Arena'! It only needs your blood, as long as your life, as long as you give it glory!

"Drink!" roared the gladiators.

"Fucking hold back your goddamn cowardice and nervousness!

"Drink!"

"I can't hear you!" !! the voice roared.

"Drink !!......" a hideous roar exploded in the lounge.

"Open the door! go!" At the sound of a heavy winch, the wooden gate slowly lifted up, and two columns of gladiators walked out of the shadows of the lounge as if they had walked into the light. In an instant, the deafening sound and the red paper swaying overhead drowned out their figures - this is the tradition of the "Blood Arena", where people greet their warriors with red blank betting papers, which is used to symbolize wealth and blood!

Zhal, who was following the team, looked up at the crowd poking their heads out of the walls on either side. They roared and waved their arms as the flying red paper flooded the narrow sky overhead, drowning out their vision. Finally, at the end of the trail, Zal stepped on the tawny earth, and in an instant, he saw a scene that he will never forget, and he saw the madness that made the blood boil!

Surrounded like arms, in the farthest round of the gladiatorial arena, countless crowds of people set off waves of cheers, men, women, old people, youth, rich and poor, regardless of race, all people, all faces, roaring and waving their arms at the same time, in a loud salute to the gladiators who walked into the arena. Streamers falling from the sky paved the road ahead, as if welcoming a hero, paving a colorful patch!

The earth trembled under his feet, the air burned all around, and Zal felt his blood completely ignited, and his whole body kept shaking, not because of nervousness, the moment he stepped into the gladiatorial arena, the tension completely disappeared. It's exhilaration, a maddening exhilaration from the depths of the soul!

The procession of 200 men, led by the guide, formed into four rows and stood in the middle of the gladiatorial arena. Beneath the stands at the edge of the arena, hundreds of guards in silver armor and golden cloaks stood with spears, their snow-white hats tied up in wisps on the top of their helmets, fluttering to their waists. They are not the Black Blade Guards, but the "Wind Breath Guards" who directly belong to the Lord of Wind Cliff City.

Zhal's eyes were on the rectangular viewing platform in the middle of the stands, directly ahead. At this time, it was already full of richly dressed men and women with elegant manners, who looked like they should be the top nobles of Wind Cliff City, including the three major families of the "Convicted Cloud Terrace", as well as the vassals directly under the city lord from the "Sky Cloud Terrace".

The cheers that filled the surroundings did not last long, and the crowd in the arena gathered their eyes on the steps behind the viewing platform amid a collective trombone sound. The trumpet sounded louder and louder, and when a white figure slowly climbed the steps surrounded by the guards, all the spectators stood up, and the nobles on the viewing platform collectively left their seats, and with a bang, they bowed in his direction along with the guards and gladiators below!

Next, one cheer after another resounded throughout the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena"!

"Salute to you, Great Wind Cliff City Lord!"

"In the name of the Lord God, praise you for your mercy and mercy!"

"Long live Wind Cliff City! Long live Wind Cliff City......"

“......”

A huge wave of sound rushed into the sky and exploded above the gimbal!

Zar slowly straightened his waist and passed through the raised arms of the gladiators in front of him, and in the middle of the viewing platform, Zar saw a tall man. Layers of snow-white cardigan coats, silver crowns adorned with precious stones, and hands with black gloves are gently waving and waving to the audience.

However, to Zal's surprise, under his crown, there was not a smile on his face, but a bright silver mask that reflected a silver glow. (To be continued......)