Zal is back, to be exact, to be carried back by Gavila.

Kadius was visibly startled when he saw Zar and the Wood Elves who had broken into the house like bloody men, but he soon realized that things were not as serious as he had imagined. Most of the blood stains on Zal's body were from the enemy, and he himself had only suffered some skin injuries and a few minor bone cracks, what really made him so weak was the detachment and the overuse of mental power.

Neither Zar nor Cadius were too surprised that Gavira was able to arrive at the winery later. For the quick-thinking wood elves, it is not difficult to understand that Zal has hidden something about the killing of the old moon demon.

Especially the big book that has been tampered with, no matter how you disguise it, if you tear it up, you will tear it off, and besides, the wood elf said with certainty that her father has never been in the habit of tearing books, and it is only possible not to write it, but it is impossible to tear it. Since it was not torn by the old moon demon, and the assassin who came to assassinate him had never touched the big book, the only object of suspicion was Zal and Cadius, who had touched the book during his coma.

So, after visiting the half-elves, she secretly followed Zhal. And as it turned out, her speculation was completely correct, and Zal acted before the start of the arena and almost died in the winery.

Faced with Gavila's answer, neither the half-elf nor Zar said anything, once the habit is formed, it is difficult to change, it will accompany a person for a whole life. Maybe Zal's approach can fool others, but don't expect to be able to fool the people closest to the old moon demon, such as Gavira who is an adopted daughter.

But there was one more thing that puzzled Gavila - no matter what she and Cadius asked, Zal refused to say what she found in the winery. Or rather, since returning to the half-elf hut, Zar has sat there stunned, not speaking the whole time.

Like a jigsaw puzzle piece that has been disrupted, Gavira can only cross-reference with the half-elves. Stitched together with all the edges of the picture, the result of the recipe is a red potion that can greatly improve the body function and strength of the drinker for a period of time. And the most central and crucial part is back to the original point of origin - completely unknowable, invisible, hidden in the fog.

"What the hell is hidden in the brewery, what is the secret part of the recipe?" When Gavira asked the question for the last time, she saw something familiar in Zhar's suddenly raised gaze. That's when she worked in her father. In the eyes of the old moon demon Ulez, he saw the same thing—alone and silent.

After that night, Gavira never asked the question again, and she spent all her time and energy learning combat skills with the half-elves. In a way, it doesn't matter if she knows what is hidden in the winery, she learns from Cadius that it was the "hand of judgment" who killed her father. Standing behind them was the Archon of the Clouds.

In other words, as long as you have enough strength. Then sooner or later there will be a chance to see them again, and then kill them, as for the truth, the truth will not change the hatred, and the truth will not matter to Gavila.

It's like Cadius said. Gavira is really good at what she does, she doesn't lack innate talent, she doesn't lack the tenacity to repeat training, all she lacks is someone to tell her how to do it, and Cadius plays that role. The opposite of that. In a very short period of time, Gavira has also quickly mastered many high-level skills of the assassination system, but compared with the veteran, it is a little jerky.

As for Zal, there are only three things that will always accompany him in the days that follow. One was the never-ending nightmares that woke him up from his midnight bed countless times, screaming and rolling over.

There is also a truly inhuman training, whether it is the "Thinking Leaves" that strengthen mental toughness, or the "Death Wish" that extends to the arms, whether it is the fighting instinct given to him by the half-elves, or the "Chaos Force" that is becoming more and more proficient, he is like an ascetic struggling among thorns, constantly whipping his body, pushing himself to the limit of all physical abilities, even the verge of death.

The half-elf didn't know how many times he had dragged the detached Zar back to bed like a dead dog, but he couldn't remember how many times, and he would see the figure who got up again and trained the next morning. A large amount of green "filamentous algae solution" was consumed by Zhal, and while training Gavila, Kadius even felt that he was about to become a pharmacist.

The last one was probably unaware of Zar himself, but the half-elves and Gavila, who were bystanders, clearly noticed that Zar had changed. He became more silent than before, and became more silent than before, as if a cold aura was quietly growing on him, spreading slightly.

He would also carve his own wooden puppet in the dead of night, but the face of the statue in the end could not be carved. The carving knife in his hand trembled as if it was frozen, unable to carve even a single stroke in the only blank space. He had picked up a piece of brand new wood countless times to look for what he had felt, but he was horrified to find that the work he had subconsciously completed was actually a hideous-looking demon, all of them.

The half-elf spotted the demonic wood carvings that had been shattered by Zal, but he could only sigh silently. The gimbal will definitely change a person, whoever it is, it's just a matter of time - Cardius said to himself.

As for the battle at the sake brewery, both parties to the incident seemed to have forgotten about it, and did not trouble the other side again. Of course not, it's just buried deeper, or they're all waiting for an opportunity, because the next time they do it, it's probably going to be fatal.

In this way, more than 20 days were spent peacefully, and the hunter ranking of the "Left Ear Hunting Ground" also entered the pre-game settlement as scheduled. Zal took the time to go to the hunting grounds, probably because someone like him wanted to rush before the start of the race, and his final position was a little lower than Leila's estimate, ranking one hundred and forty-three.

But it's not a big deal, as long as you get the right to participate. Zar's purpose was achieved. As for Gavila, her final ranking was fixed at 81, which is also no surprise.

After that, Zar and the Wood Elves had to take a break from their training because of the end of the pre-match settlement, all the players participated. At the same time, it entered the three-day registration stage.

According to Zal's original plan, he wanted to sign up on the last day of the deadline, but this idea was directly rejected by the half-elf. In the words of Cadius, Zal should have experienced the most lively moment of the registration stage for himself, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the next competition, and he did not show any objection to this.

That morning, Zar got up early and cleaned up briefly. So he put on a hooded cloak and went to the "Ulez's Disinfectant Knife". Following the advice of the half-elves, with Gavira on her side, Zar will save a lot of time asking about the registration process.

After just over 20 days, the once damaged clinic has been completely restored to its original appearance, even the bricks and tiles are old and the texture of the wood is exactly the same as before. After joining up with Gavila, Zar followed the wood elves directly to the place where he signed up, the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" of the Conviction Yuntai.

Actually, even without a reminder from Cadius. Zal can also clearly feel the difference today, only to see the main road that runs through the gimbal. Countless residents were talking and laughing loudly, flocking in the same direction. For Yuntai residents who don't have a fixed rhythm of life, it is completely incredible to be able to get them up early for the same goal.

And in the midst of all the crowds, Zar found a lot of guys who looked very similar to him, but they didn't get together to laugh like the others. Some were held in the middle by everyone. There was a look of indifference and contempt, some of them walked side by side with three people, and from time to time they exchanged a brief message, and some were alone, without making a sound at all.

But they all have one thing in common - they look around, looking for their own kind. Zal knew that these people were just like herself. They were all contestants in this competition, and Gavila's answer proved that Zal's guess was indeed correct.

As the crowd slowly moved forward, far away, Zal found that a vague circle was slowly revealing at the end of his sight, and at the same time, more and more huge waves of sound surged from the front, like countless mouths shouting collectively, one after another, deafening!

Getting closer and closer, when Zar actually came to the front of the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" and looked up at this huge and magnificent Huan-shaped building, he finally understood what Cadius really meant by "warming up in advance".

Countless red and black flags filled the arc of the gladiatorial arena, and two broad banners painted with the crest of the Wind Cliff City hung down from the edge of the top floor, landing beside the huge stone arch and reaching to the ground. Through the arch that opened like the mouth of a giant beast, Zar could faintly see the earthy yellow sand and the layers of seats going up.

At this time, at the end of the main road, the crowd of people who poured into the gladiatorial arena was separated by the Black Blade Guards standing on the wall, and countless people craned their necks and shouted one completely unfamiliar name after another, their faces flushed and their expressions were extremely crazy.

Those who actually signed up made their way through the guards and walked to the six tables on both sides of the row, completing their registration process. Some of them left apathically after signing up, others made a fierce face at the crowd shouting their names, and they reciprocated with even more frantic applause.

Just as Zar was slightly stunned, Gavila's voice came from the side. "Take a closer look at the gladiatorial arena," her voice was a little slurred, "for many of the contestants, this may be the last thing they'll ever see as contestants." ”

"Because of death?" Zar set his gaze on the gray-white exterior of the arena, where layers of samurai statues with weapons in hand were carved and monster-like dripping spouts with fangs bared.

"Death is just one of the causes. "What's more, unless you make it to the final stage, you won't be qualified to set foot in the land of the 'Blood Arena'." ”

Zal's gaze didn't move, just nodded silently.

"As is customary in previous years, the three tables on the left are the registration offices for the top hundred," she said, gesturing to the other side behind the Black Blade Guard, "that's where you're going." "It's easy to sign up, but don't forget the most important thing – your status mark, which is your ticket to the competition." ”

"Thank you. Zal nodded.

"Okay, if there's any problem, remember to come to me. Gavira said as she left Zal and walked towards the Ebon Guard's wall.

Zar pulled his hood and followed. Identifying himself as a contestant to the Black Blade Guard, Zar walked through the wall to the circled registration location. There were several long lines lined up in the registration area on both sides, and it seemed that early registration was a common idea among many contestants.

Zal turned and walked to the registration area on the right, standing at the back of a line. However, at this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd behind him, attracting the attention of many contestants who signed up inside.

I saw a burly figure squeeze through the wall of the Black Blade Guard and break in. Looking at the familiar figure, Zal's brow furrowed unconsciously.

Because the person who came he "knew" turned out to be the orc warrior he had fought before, Grohl Bloody Fist. And almost instantly, Zar understood why someone had erupted into such a shrill laugh. Because the orc's right leg, which was broken by himself, has not healed so far.

"For the sake of the Lord God, is the cripple coming to the contest too......?"

"Oh my God, so I can participate in the arena too!"

"Orc, do you need help! I can help you sign up!"

"Hahaha......"

Laughter erupted in the air of the onlookers, and even the Black Blade Guard, who was knocked away, couldn't help but laugh and didn't pursue his rude behavior.

Countless eyes with different expressions slowly moved with the orc, while his own head stubbornly stretched forward, staring at the registration office on the left. His expression was a little tired and gray, and his dirty clothes looked like he hadn't been washed in a long time. The bent right knee was hanging in the air, and it was still wrapped in bandages and splints for immobilization, and it was completely impossible to touch the ground, so he could only rely on the wooden crutches in his hand and his left leg, rubbing forward little by little. (To be continued......)