Just after the tripartite meeting full of conspiracy, calculation, and provocation, I don't know if someone did it intentionally or the audience on the gimbal was so well-informed. Almost overnight, it seemed that all eyes were on the upcoming match.

Of course, there is something to watch in this game. On the one hand, this is already the last match of the preliminary stage of this "Blood Arena". From another point of view, although from the perspective of the competition system, the number of participants has changed from three to three to one, but this kind of duel in which one person shoulders the fate of the whole team, I am afraid that I don't need to think about it to know, and no one will give up if it is not a life-and-death situation.

Coupled with the topicality of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" to accept the challenge at home, it is not so difficult to understand that the tickets for this game and the betting business are extremely hot.

On the other hand, the two gladiatorial arenas, which were the real parties to the competition, showed diametrically opposite fighting atmospheres at this time. For the challenger's "gold-inlaid silver platform", the meeting that can be called a "tearing face" undoubtedly dispelled all their concerns about "self-cultivation" or "proportion".

However, the truth is also true, since they have torn their faces, do they still need to take into account the "decency" of the other party? Therefore, all the promoters of the "gold-inlaid silver platform" went out and walked all over the taverns, trading houses, brothels, and casinos on the Yuntai, while the promotional posters and participation resumes of Mogar Copperthroat were plastered all over the streets and alleys.

In contrast, the response attitude of "Crystal Cloud Bridge" is much more low-key and calm. After completing the entire refurbishment of the venue, Casavalón even gave the entire staff a day off to make a brief adjustment to the upcoming home game.

As for Grohl, he devotes almost all of his time to pre-match training. Although he himself didn't say much from beginning to end, everyone in the gladiatorial arena could see it. The orcs took this game very seriously, even to the point of desperately preparing for the battle.

Cadius was in charge of the diet and training plan, while Zar and Gavira were full-time sparring partners, and they even brought in the barbarian Lovester. But to tell the truth, the barbarians were not only not dissatisfied with such an arrangement, but enjoyed it. It didn't take long for him to become very familiar with the orcs and wood elves.

In this way, a star-level luxury sparring team was born, and the endless wheel battle has become one of the most frequent scenes in the "Crystal Cloud Bridge". One of them broke off and replaced the other, removed his skills, and fought hand-to-hand throughout the whole process until the orcs couldn't get up.

In the words of Cadius, the essence of battle is always to fight for the flesh and the will, not the icing on the cake of the "power of blessing". You can really believe it. Only the weapon in the hand, not the main god above the head.

Time passed quickly in sweat, and six days later, the final battle of the preliminary stage was held as scheduled in the "Crystal Cloud Bridge".

On an autumn morning, the magnificent warmth of the sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, from the orange-yellow edges lined with bright edges, to a "fan" of light. Cast diagonally down.

At first, they scattered. Thin, like a light strand of hair. However, as the bright yellow ball of light slowly rose in the sky, they transformed into a ray of light as sharp as a spear and pierced downward, rushing and spreading as they approached the ground, landing on the Yuntai Heights that stretched to the horizon. Falling on the incomparably bright dome, it reflected rounds of dizzying holy streamers.

Beneath the clouds, the breeze chased the flags that swept across the top of the arena. As if attracted by some sound, they crept through the "Crystal Dome" and poked their heads inside. But in an instant. The deafening voice blew away the wind and took over everything, as if the "cloud bridge" floating in the air could not suppress the noise of the fanaticism to the peak.

As far as the eye can see, the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" is full, and countless spectators are standing in unison on the staircase-like and elevated auditoriums. They seemed to have been cut into opposing sides by some tacit understanding, each holding a silver platform aloft on one side, shouting slogans loudly to the other side as if demonstrating.

On the other side, in the vast sea and towering crowd of people, several scarlet backgrounds, with black paint on the top of the outline of the "crystal cloud bridge" shape of the flag was waved in the air. The tumbling horns of the flag fluttered like cirrus clouds, and the people covered below were painted with their faces, beating their chests and stretching their necks, and making a gesture of circumcision to the frantically shouting spectators on the opposite side!

In fact, in order to take care of the away spectators who came to watch the game, the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" adopted a four-to-three home-and-away guaranteed seat allocation method, and the other 30% of the seats were reserved for ordinary spectators. However, judging from the current ticket sales results, the real uncamped audience has only reached the extent of more than 10%, and the other nearly 20% of the tickets in the public area are still sold by ticket sellers at high prices to the supporters of the two teams. This is also one of the fundamental reasons why the smell of gunpowder in the field is so strong.

However, Casavalon's intention was not to prevent this completely foreseeable situation from the beginning. For this old man who has been in the gladiatorial arena for decades and is accustomed to seeing countless winds and waves, the hot scene, or even out of control, is never something he worries or fears.

Standing at the top of a certain field requires not only experience, but more importantly, majesty. If someone makes a war book in front of you, you have to take it, and if someone gambles with their wealth, you have to carry it, otherwise, you will never want to sit firmly on this chair that weighs on the heads of all competitors.

This is the law of flesh eating on the gimbal!--Casavallon, who was standing on the edge of the VIP terrace, listened to the sound that resounded throughout the audience, and whispered in his heart. His gaze shone brightly, sweeping across the countless figures below, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be shattered by the roars, shouts, roars, and singing of those war songs, and his entire already old body trembled slightly, full of the heroic spirit of a young man.

Behind him, Alev, the steward of the Colosseum, stepped forward quickly and bowed. "Sir, the dignitaries who have come to watch the game have already begun to enter," he said, "and see if you need ......."

"I'll go over here. The old butler replied directly, took one last look at the wooden gate on the edge of the sand field below, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the VIP seat.

Alep, who was following behind, hesitated. Still said, "Sir, just leave it to me here." You don't have to go see Zar and the others?......" he said and paused, "that guy from Gorak has already gotten into the rest area on the other side. ”

The old butler's footsteps did not stop, and he shook his head with a soft smile. "Of course not, Alev. He said, "Three young men from this team. They never need to be told what to do. And their path will extend far beyond the reach of others......" he said, straightening his back, "everything here is just the tiniest scenery along the way, and I, as for me, I just pray that I will live long enough to quietly watch them go to greatness......"

Listening to Casavallon's words, Alev's steps stopped, and his eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the old butler's back. As if he understood something, he seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and quickly chased after him. "Sir, I'm one of them!"

Casavalon was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Of course you, of course!" the two of them laughed together and left the VIP seats.

In fact, it was not only Casavalon who did not visit the rest area. Even Cadius didn't go. Half-elves really don't like to sit in VIP seats, with so-called "etiquette". Go to watch what should be a blood-boiling match, even Adjani and Leila. So, they simply chose to watch the game in a spectator seat closest to the wooden gate. Although it is a bit noisy around, the location is a good place.

Adjani withdrew her gaze from the swaying figure behind the wooden gate, and just as she spoke, she found that she could not hear her own words at all. So she reached out and patted the half-elf, shouting as loudly as she could. "Mr. Cadius!" she leaned over to the other's side, "don't you really need to go see them?"

Met the eyes of the girl and Lyra, the half-elf cracked his mouth, but he couldn't hear the laughter at all. "Of course not. My young lady!" he directly blocked one ear, "what should be said and done has been done before, and the rest will be handed over to the Lord God of Heaven!" he said, standing up and pointing to the sky.

Layla asked a little nervously, "Then ...... you" she pouted as she pretended to be angry, as if she was very unhappy with her surroundings, "Do you think Grohl can win?!" she asked aloud.

"Of course!, could he have lost to the green-skinned fool with two one-handed axes!!" said the half-elf, as if sensing something was wrong, and corrected, "Well, I almost forgot, Grohl is also an orc!

Adjani and Leila were amused by the half-elf's words, and the latter took a sip of his drink and eagerly stood up, shouting loudly, joining the side of the Crystal Cloud Bridge supporters.

At the same time, in the rest area, which contrasts sharply with the atmosphere outside, Zal and others are making final pre-match preparations for Grohl.

It was very quiet, and even if someone spoke, they lowered their voices and whispered to each other. The tidal wave seemed to be drawn far away in an instant, only vaguely penetrating into the ears of the crowd and beating against their chests.

Zar holds the pill bottle and smears the orcs with "muscle gel". He could feel Grohl's skin and muscles trembling slightly, tearing at the tense texture of the Daodao, and the sound of his breathing, which grew heavier and deeper, as if the orc's heart was not as calm as it seemed.

"Nervous?" asked Zar casually.

Grohl shook his head, continuing to weave the bandages between his palms and fingers. "No, not nervous," he took a deep breath and spat out. "It's the excitement, my friend, the irrepressible excitement ......"

A slight smile appeared in the raised eyebrows of Gavira standing next to her. And the barbarian Lovest, who was leaning on the wooden fence and looking out, nodded in agreement. "Look at everything in front of you, the Lord God is above, and the loudest war song is nothing more than that!" he said, "This scene reminds me of the battlefield during the selection of the 'Heroic Guard'......"

The barbarian turned to look at the orc. "For a martial artist, such an opportunity may only come once in a lifetime. You're lucky, my friend. ”

Before Grohl could speak, a sudden wave of noise poured into the lounge, as if something was happening outside, arousing the enthusiasm of the audience. For a moment, everyone in the room stopped moving, and Qi Qi turned his head to look at the loess sand field outside the wooden fence, while Salile, who was in charge of the coordination of the event, walked up quickly.

"Mogar, gold-and-silver platform, Copperthroat is already here......" Salire muttered to himself, turning to look at the orc, "Are you ready? If that's all right, get ready to enter, Groll." ”

With everyone's gaze, the orc bit the bandage on his fist, tied a dead knot, and finally nodded his head heavily and stood up from the bench sharply. "Alright, come on!" he said, slung his two-handed axe over his shoulder, shook his head sharply, and strode towards the slowly rising wooden gate.

On both sides of the road he passed, more than a dozen staff members of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" touched their lips with their palms and patted the orc's shoulders to send him their most sincere blessings.

Zhal, who was standing next to him, smiled and nodded to the orc. "Good luck in the name of Zankovela!" the barbarian clenched his fists and swung hard. "Kill him, man!"

Gavila, who had not spoken, whispered: "Remember, what kind of place is this, if you lose, don't come back!"

Grohl stopped in front of the fully raised wooden gate, turned around and strode out with a "hmm".

One step at a time, firmly moving forward. In the sudden widening of sight and light, a loud cheer and a hot wave of heat smashed into Grohl. Looking up, countless colored papers fluttered in the air, and several scarlet flags waved wildly behind him!

A loud noise crashed into the orc's body, and confetti fell from the air like glory dotted on boiling blood. Grabbing a handful of dirt, rubbing it and rubbing it on the grip of the two-handed axe, the smoke swirled and fluttered beside the orc. Looking up, a blurred figure made Grohl stretch out a steely line!

"Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, !!"

Spread his arms and roared at each other! The thick iron chain clanged on his wrist, like a signal to declare war, Grohl's roar had not yet ended, and behind him, the entire half of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" burst out of the air with a uniform roar, cracking the flowing clouds!

Standing upright, puffing out his chest, there was only one meaning in the fierce eyes of the orcs - this is my home turf! )