The jungle was quiet, and the chirping of the birds became the most piercing sound at this time. The two teams stood at a short distance and looked at each other, and the ground between them was a mess of brown dirt mixed with shredded grass stalks and sawdust.

An increasingly oppressive atmosphere hung in between, but what was even more strange was that everyone seemed to have forgotten what to do next, just froze there, and no one wanted to move.

"Sishua" lay at Zal's side, the sharp tip of her sword pointing diagonally at the ground beneath her feet. Orc Groll's mouth was slightly open, and his broad upper lip was slightly upturned behind the copper-trimmed teeth. For him, battle is like an instinct that melts into blood and even soul - orcs have never been afraid of battle, not when they lose everything, and even less when they have everything recovered.

Completely hidden in light and shadow, Gavira roamed around the battlefield, the jungle like her home, her emerald eyes seemed to merge with everything around her, looking at each other coldly, choosing her prey.

The breeze walked through the branches, the leaves swayed and rustled, and the sunlight falling through the gaps in the canopy was interrupted by them, swaying and disappearing in the forest. Time flies very slowly here, and it seems that the intertwined gazes of the Tao have stopped her steps. I don't know how long it took, but finally, someone took the first step, but not forward, but backward.

Sacreo the Sky Breaker raised an eyebrow, smiled, and took a step back. At the same time, Zar and Grohl also moved, and the two teams slowly retreated as if they didn't want to see each other. However, neither of them let their guard down, their weapons still clenched in their hands, and their eyes were still closely following each other's bodies.

The distance between them grew, and finally, they turned their heads almost at the same time. Suddenly accelerated, rushing in the opposite direction. However, some people didn't seem to want to end this fruitless confrontation here, and with a "buzz", the wood elf hunter sneered, and quickly pointed out an arrow at the moment of turning, whistling. chased after Zhal's shoulder.

At this moment, a distorted light and shadow flashed from behind Zal, and the feather arrow flew out with a "dang" sound. Soon, Gavela's figure appeared, looked at the hunter who turned his back, wiped it on his neck, and then disappeared again.

The hunter squinted slightly, turned around and caught up with his teammates. "Why don't you fight?" he asked in a stiff tone.

"The time, the place, it's not right. Sacreo shook his head. Soon he said: "But don't worry, there will be a chance......"

The hunter and the wood elf with the feather staff looked at each other and snorted with a slight dissatisfaction. Gradually, their pace quickened, and finally they burrowed into the jungle.

On the other side, tens of thousands of spectators in the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" watched the two teams on the "Crystal Wall" gradually drift apart, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. But sooner, they seemed to suddenly remember that they should be expecting a thrilling battle, right? A new round of discussion was set off.

The same goes for the goblins sitting behind the long table. "Damn, I don't even know. Should I expect them to kill you, or just pretend they never met......" he grumbled, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, "Well, if I were to be honest, I really thought they would fight!"

Rometta next to her shook her head meaningfully. "Actually, from the moment they confronted each other, this battle. I can't fight anymore. The old man said, "Because the time is not right." ”

"The time is wrong, you mean ......" The goblin looked at the old man with the audience.

"As I said before, the real difficulty in this 'jungle knockout' is not how to overcome the enemy in front of you, but how to win at the same time. Minimize the cost of fighting and preserve strength. "If these two teams meet on the third day, and it's clear that one side needs more nameplates to qualify for promotion, then there's still a chance of a fight." Otherwise, the temporary peace between them will definitely be maintained very tacitly. ”

"'Peace'?" the goblin glanced back at Casavalon and Ambrus oddly, "I don't think there ever ......been peace between them," he muttered in a deliberate "low-down" volume, and the audience laughed knowingly.

Even Rometta shrugged her shoulders without denying it. "Yes, but for a good team, reason always comes before emotion. Unfortunately, both of them belong to this category. "Because neither side is sure that they can defeat the other without losing their combat strength." Compared to the nameplates that can be obtained elsewhere, the cost of this battle is too high, and even once you lose your teammates, then how to fight the rest of the game is the most serious problem. ”

"Well, it looks like we've been brushed by this bunch of complicated guys again......" The goblin grumbled disgruntled for himself and the audience.

But Rometta smiled and shook her head. "Hmm...... I can't say that exactly," he paused and continued, "Actually, whether they just encountered it or withdrew later, the 'Black Horn Clan' is looking for an opportunity to attack. We have all seen the temptation of those two arrows, as long as the 'metal fangs' appear in a slight condition, then the opponent will definitely rush to attack. ”

"But we've also seen that this hasn't happened. "What's more, if the temptation fails, and the 'Metal Fangs' face off, Gavila's presence will be a problem that the 'Black Horn Sentaires' can't get around." ”

The goblin followed up and said, "Because she's a thief, no, no...... Is it the 'Assassin' talent?!"

"That's right!" the old man nodded affirmatively, "Gavila's own vigilance, as well as the protection from her teammates, have allowed her to enter the 'shadow body' state as soon as she finds an enemy. So the question left for the 'Black Horn Team' is - will you let such a first move?"

The old man replied directly. "As long as there is a war, this first move will not be allowed to do it. So the confrontation just now can also be understood as that Zal is waiting for Sacreo's choice, and the latter's two attempts actually failed. "In a way, it's also a tactical victory." ”

"Uh...... I wonder how the esteemed Mr. Ambrus would feel when he heard your comments......" The goblin teased as he listened to the old man's words. Sure enough, Ambrus, who was not far behind him, snorted with a grim face, and returned his gaze to the "crystal wall".

Meanwhile, in the basement of the Archon's residence, Barberto laughed, but his smile was tinged with a hint of regret. "For the sake of the Lord God, Blazei, I regret it a little, in fact, I should have given Ambruss that 'old loach' a ...... or two of 'pure-blood potion' earlier"

Blazej looked up and looked at the archon in the armchair through the darkness under the hood. "Give a sharp sword to a brainless fool, and I'm not sure he's going to stab an enemy or cut himself. He said in a calm tone.

"Hahaha-" Barberto laughed, put his glass on the small table, looked at the figure in the cloak and shook his head, and said nothing.

In the years that followed, there was no more dramatic scene on the first day of the "Jungle Knockout". The images on the "Crystal Wall" are constantly switching between different battles, one after the other. There was no rest, no pause, and the buzzing voices in the gladiatorial arena were never interrupted, and wave after wave.

It wasn't until the orange-red sun set into the depths of the horizon and the bright blue night once again shrouded the "conviction platform" that this outright carnival gradually revealed a hint of calm.

On the first day of the tournament, a full ten teams were eliminated from the tournament, a result that actually exceeded many people's expectations. Although the number of clans has decreased as a result, it is clear to everyone that the remaining clans will only be stronger, and the battles will only be more intense.

At night, the huge circular gladiatorial arena is playing the most bizarre scene since its construction. I saw countless simple little tents flickering with a little soft light, shaking, like fireflies dotting the night, spreading over the layers of grandstands.

Those who stayed and stayed all night talked and laughed loudly, as if they were sharing their stories, accompanied by drinking songs intertwined with different languages, waiting for the grandest festival that only belonged to them.

Next to the VIP seats, a gorgeous and wide camp tent was erected early. The servants of the various families were busy going in and out of the field, and some guys of considerable status were standing together, talking about today's game. When they talk about wonderful places, they will also burst into laughter with excitement.

But where no one noticed, two figures were walking slowly around the edge of the battlefield. The girl's fingertips tipped against the wall, her steps were slow, the veil covering her cheeks fluttered, and her dark eyes like night were slightly distracted, as if she was thinking about something.

Leila took the girl's arm, a little fire burned in the openwork lantern, she watched Adjani shake her eyelashes slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Miss?"

"Hmm?......" Adjani was stunned for a moment and came back to her senses. "Nothing. She let out a breath and said.

The moon demon's racial talent made Lyra sense the girl's strangeness, and she asked carefully. "Because, Zal ?......"

Adjani's body froze, and Layla knew she had guessed correctly. She bit her lip, not knowing how to comfort the girl she had grown up with. "Miss......" Leila's voice was so low that she could barely hear it, "no matter how long it takes, he's going to get out of here, I can feel it." And what about us......"

Before Lyra could finish, Adjani gently scratched the Moon Demon's cheek, interrupting her unfinished words. "Why don't I see that you still have the potential to be a witch?" the girl looked up at the bright blue sky, "I can't think that far, Leila, my sister, I just want him to be safe, and I just want him to be safe, and ...... be safe," she smiled brightly, without a hint of disappointment or sadness on her face.

Under the same sky, the bonfire in the fire pit reflected two figures sleeping on the ground. Zar pillowed his arms and looked at the stars peeking out between the branches and leaves, the orcs next to him were already asleep, and Gavira was in charge of the first shift after dark.

"Three nameplates in one day, that's not enough, it's ......not enough," he said to himself. (To be continued.) )