The three-day "Jungle Elimination" finally came to an end with tens of thousands of spectators sighing unsatisfied. In the list of the ten teams that have been promoted, of course, there is the existence of "metal fangs". To be exact, they finished in second place with a total of twelve nameplates, just one less nameplate than the first place, Team Noire.

Because of this, the boss of the "Crown Bucks", "Old Loach" Ambrus Dussay, finally left the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" as if he had regained face. However, his performance can only leave a little talking point for the good audience, and for the likes of the Half-Elf and Casavaron, they have more important things to care about - all three of them are injured and must be treated as soon as possible.

So, when the carriage responsible for picking up the gladiators stopped at the gate of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge", all the medical forces that the entire Efaran family could mobilize pounced on the three of them. Faced with all kinds of strange demands, and strict surveillance that they couldn't even move, they even had an illusion like "I'm really hurt so badly......

Of course, Grohl's behavior during the doctor's examination was indeed exaggerated. Almost every time he screamed, he would sneak a glance at Gavila, and Zar could only pray for good luck for the orcs. Because the wood elf's anger has not yet poured out, it seems that she wants to wait for the orcs to heal before slowly settling the score......

In fact, such exaggerated medical scenes are not only happening in the "Crystal Cloud Bridge". In fact, after the three-day "jungle knockout", almost all the contestants in the ten teams that advanced were drawn. And for those eliminated teams, the overall survival rate of gladiators was not even half. From this point of view, this competition is indeed a bit too tragic.

However, the benefits of such a result are not without it, at least in the short term, the drug suppliers and doctors on the gimbal. ushered in his happiest "spring".

On the other hand, the day after the end of the "Jungle Elimination", just when the residents on the gimbal had not yet recovered from the fierce competition, several other events happened that added more heated talk to everyone's season life. And in terms of hindsight, these things are topical. It's not much weaker than the game itself.

One of them is about gang fighting. According to reliable sources, the "Pink Panther" and the "Rusty Knife" were completely wiped out, just last night, overnight.

If before yesterday it had been said that these two powerful gangs would be uprooted, I am afraid that anyone would have thought him a madman, or a drunkard who had drunk too much. But what sounded like a joke actually happened, and the thugs belonging to two gangs were seen standing in front of their homes burned to the ground. Dumbfounded like a wooden chicken.

As for who was responsible for the attack, no one mentions. Because everyone knows who their opponent is, and who they are to start accepting the territory the next day.

Compared with the first thing that spreads quickly but is relatively low-key, another thing can be described as running to tell each other. Of course, for a certain group of people, this is a great thing. For others, it's a little weird. Or strange.

"Hell, can you believe it?" The price of 'Sweet Wax' has dropped!" - many people took this as the opening sentence for today's small talk.

Yes, who would have thought that the price of this lucrative hallucinogens would be reduced one day, and it would be more than half the price compared to the previous price! The quality of this batch of new goods has not only not been reduced by the complete monopoly of the "Brotherhood of Ironstone", but has greatly improved.

Is this crazy? Or is it a discovery of conscience? Many people think inexplicably. But that's all for later, the carnival that really belongs to the "sweet tooth" has begun, and for them, the price reduction of "sweet wax" is no less significant than the price reduction of food or alcohol. It's even more exciting.

What's even more exaggerated is that there will always be people who feel that they haven't taken advantage of it like being cut with a knife, even on the "conviction gimbal". Many people who didn't have the money to try it before, or who were hesitant to play it, also joined the rush to buy "sweet wax". Actually, it is easy to understand that in order to escape the past of the outside world, they came to the "condemnation platform", and if they still want to escape the past of living on the cloud platform for all these years? Then there is one last place - the distorted dream after hallucination.

"For those who always want to escape, reality is the worst nightmare, no matter where it is. ”

Well, putting aside these two things that have nothing to do with the competition, the last thing is good news for the teams that qualify. Perhaps in order to allow the injured contestants to better rest and adjust, the Archon personally ordered that the next matches would begin after two natural cycles. Moreover, the format has finally returned to the well-known traditional knockout rounds.

Ten teams will decide two of the teams that will qualify. As for the venue, it will be decided by the two sides of each match, and the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" will be rebuilt to prepare for the final stage of the competition.

For this warrant, the owners of the remaining gladiatorial arenas can be said to raise their hands and feet in approval. Although the "Jungle Knockout" has brought them huge tickets and betting revenue, the variables and risks of the new format have tormented them to the core.

After all, not all gladiatorial arena owners want to play a "one-shot deal", and they don't want the gladiators they have signed for a lot of money to die on the spot. Being able to cultivate and create more value for a long time is the foundation for keeping the gladiatorial arena running. Therefore, the new resolution of the consuls was passed en masse with almost no opposition.

After more than ten days of lively and lively walking, when Zal was able to get off the bed and enjoy his hard-won freedom again under the slightly angry gazes of Gavira and Groll, Casavallon's side also completed the draw for the next round of the game at the same time, and got the name of the opponent in ten into five.

"Shore Bo no Ao?" Zar in the recovery room looked down at the name tag and read out the name of the other team, while the half-elf in the sofa chair opposite and Casavaron nodded together. He turned his head again to look at Grohl and Gavila, who were lying straight on the bed. Unfortunately, they are also apparently unclear about the name.

Half an hour later, in the study on the third floor of Treasure Bay, the same sentence sounded again.

"The pride of the gishiba?" the goblin grinded his nails a few times with a delicate little copper file, and then blew hard. He turned his palm and looked at it, and seemed to be very satisfied with his craft. "Your next opponent is the 'Kishiba Pride Clan'?" he asked.

"That's right. Zaal sat across from his desk, looking through a thick stack of papers, and didn't look up.

The goblin replaced it with small scissors and began to tidy up the burrs in the nail ribs. "It's a pity, I can't make this deal, right?" he pouted and said with a little dissatisfaction, "The members of this team are all veterans of the gimbal, and I guess I don't need my information, that guy from Casavalon has already told you what you should tell." I've told you all!"

"That's right. As he watched, Zal picked up the glass on the table and took a sip.

The goblin frowned, his large green eyes fixed on a piece of skin that wasn't smooth enough, and he carefully cut it, and the perfectly disposed of the dead skin made him exhale in a happy mood. "A word of war, my dear Zal, this team is not easy to deal with......"

"That's right. Casavalon said the same thing. Zar still didn't look up.

"Thanks, you can say a few more words this time......" The goblin put away the manicure tools. He wiped his hands with a warm towel, poured himself a glass of wine, and clicked on the information in Zhal's hand. "All the information you need for the 'Hand of Adjudication' is here, to be exact, there are seven people left in this team at the moment, if you can win the final. The next opponent to face should be among the seven of them. ”

Zhal, who was sitting across from him, nodded silently, and finally, the information in his hand was turned to the last page, and the portrait that came to his eye made his heart tremble. Faster though. His gaze froze, and after looking at it a few times, he finally raised his head.

"Why is this 'unknown'?" Zal pointed to the goblin on the last page, only to see a figure wrapped in a cloak drawn on it, marked with the position of "Captain".

In fact, almost instantly, Zar recognized this as Blazei. However, to his disappointment, all the information about Brazei was unknown, not even his name. Not to mention things like the background introductions, biographies, and even combat descriptions of the other members of the "Hands of Judgment".

In contrast, Zal's knowledge of Blazej is more detailed than this information.

The goblin spread his palms helplessly. "I'm sorry, my dear Zal, I can only be sure of the existence of such a person for this guy, and the information related to him is a complete mystery!" he said with a frown, "There are also rumors from the Consulate that can't even be determined to be true......"

"For example?" asked Zal.

"Well, for example, this guy never sleeps, as if he is always wrapped in a cloak, and as long as there is a shadow, he can get out of it......" The goblin's eyes rolled upward, as if to say something nonsense that even he didn't believe, "and some said he didn't need to eat at all, etc...... In short, you can put all the characteristics of a monster on him, anything!"

Zar listened and pressed his temples in annoyance. "It's really not a matter of intelligence anymore...... "so how can I ......?"

"Give up, Zal. The goblin interrupted him directly, and then said with a strange smile: "Unless you ask him personally, or go directly to the archon, no one on the gimbal will be able to give you his information." ”

Zal sighed directly, he never doubted the goblin's ability, if even Revigaz couldn't get the information, I'm afraid this information could really be called top secret. "Okay, then how many silver tables are there?" he asked.

"The information of the six 'Hands of Judgment' is six thousand, and in the end, that guy doesn't have to pay, and it is probably useless to leave that portrait for you......" The goblin tilted his head and muttered, "The sales of the 'signed commemorative card' and hair were very good last time, and in addition to the eight thousand silver tais advanced to you in advance, there are still two thousand one hundred and twenty silver tais." He said quickly, "Then you can give me another three thousand eight hundred and eighty pieces!"

The goblin smiled professionally, golden canines glistening in their grinning mouths. However, Zal's facial muscles jerked a few times, and the flesh hurt, it really hurt. "Looks like I should have left some more autographs and hair......" he whispered, handing a cash voucher to Rivigaz.

"Thank you, my friend, ...... you" The goblin looked at the amount of the paper and stopped talking. His eyes lit up, green and shining, and Zal was confident that he was absolutely not mistaken. "It's not pleasure to do business with you, my dear Zal!

The goblin hurriedly folded the voucher and put it in his pocket, and the speed made Zar a little frightened. "Say, my friend, whatever you want, anything! Name it!" Rivigaz stuck his big head in front of Zal. "For the sake of the 10,000 silver vouchers, you just want the city lord's **, I will immediately find a way to steal it for you!"

"Ahem, ahem......" Zar choked on the goblin's words and fled backwards with a chair. "Lord God, what do you think I want?!" he yelled.

The goblin was stunned and shrank back into the sofa chair. "Isn't it a weird little fetish, what is that?" he muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow, "you don't lack anything now...... Women, fame, Yintai, these things can be given to you by the Crystal Cloud Bridge, can't they?" he looked Zal up and down. "Since you've come to me, of course it's an unspeakable little thing......"

Driven mad by the evil-looking goblin, Zar hurriedly brushed the conversation back. "It's a very difficult deal, and it's hard to get a ...... even outside of Windcliff City," he said with all seriousness, "I want you to promise that you won't reveal the slightest bit of information about this to anyone, any information about me, whether this deal is successful or not." ”

The goblin listened to Zhal's words, but calmed down and put away the banter on his face. "Seems like a tricky thing, my friend. Rivigaz met Zal's gaze, "However, the great Lord Rivigaz once said: As long as you have gold, you can have my loyalty!"

"And now, you have all my loyalty!Say, Zhar, what do you want?!" the goblin said, his eyes did not move, and he drank the wine from his glass, and with a "snap", it slammed upside down on the table. (To be continued.) )