The terrifying feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed all of Zal's senses, and he was like a drowning man, struggling frantically, waving his arms, and with the sound of hoarse inhalation, Zal's eyes suddenly crashed into a blurred picture. The flickering light of the fire was like the scorching sun looking directly at the zenith, with sharp pain and a scorching burning sensation, stimulating his eyeballs. He kept screaming, but he couldn't hear a single voice of his own, only a series of staccato words that reached his ears, sometimes far and sometimes near.

"For the gods' sake, hold down his legs! Hold down his legs for me......"

"I'm pressing!

"Can anyone tell me what's wrong with him?...... What the hell happened to Zal?"

“...... Quick, get that bowl of potion!

"This dose...... Are you sure?"

"Do you want him to tear his body to pieces, or bite off his tongue...... How far do you think he is from death now!"

Zal saw several confused figures swaying in his sight, and the bitter liquid poured into his throat.

“...... After that, what should I do?"

"I don't know, for Gorintia's sake, I don't know ......"

"What about us......?"

"We can only wait, there is no other way. His fate is beyond our control. ”

“......”

The heavy drowsiness seemed to drag on Zal's hot brain, and all the images became viscous and darker, and the voices dragged out long, almost voiced tails, thick and unreal in the ears. Finally, the darkness embraced him once more, and the never-ending nightmares. He hid behind and quietly followed again.

Countless scenes, buried deep in the depths of memory, appeared in front of Zal in fragments. And he was like an outsider, or a bystander, watching those images re-enact. Some are full of tears, some are full of blood, and some are so hideous that they are maddening. Others are heartbreakingly grieving.

They are repeatedly entangled, like a labyrinth of grief written with no beginning and no end. And Zal could only watch, roaring, and bursting into tears, but he couldn't make a sound. A tidal wave of anger and hatred almost filled his body, burning, turning into boundless flames. A blood-red patch that burned everything in the darkness.

He fell to his knees in the darkness in agony, tears pouring out of his eyes slowly turning red as blood, cobwebs of blood covering his eyes, scarlet creeping in, devouring what little light was left in his eyes. At this moment, a dark green point of light appeared in the boundless darkness, first flickering. Finally it gets brighter and brighter, and the light that radiates out is like a great light. Brilliant and incomparably bright, tearing apart the boundless nightmare.

Zal raised his head, mouth open and closed, looking at the point of light in front of him, the red in his eyes retreating, dodging. The next moment. A pair of eyes that burst out of the streamer opened violently at the point of light, deep and peaceful, as if representing the eternity in the cycle of all things.

"Tell me what can change a person's nature?......"

The voice echoed, knocking on the bottom of Zal's heart.

"What...... Change your nature?"

"Nature ......"

“......”

With a long inhalation. A blur of light and shadow squeezed into Zal's line of sight, and he awoke. It was like a nightmare, he didn't know how long the dream was, it felt like a short moment, and it felt like a long years. He felt tired, and a feeling of weakness spread throughout his body. But in any case, he woke up.

The scene in his eyes gradually became clearer, and he rolled his sour and aching eyeballs to look around. He soon discovered that this was not heaven or hell or anything else. It was his own cabin, and this familiar feeling made him feel a lot more at ease.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and Zar could smell the most familiar "green ointment" from it almost instantly, as well as more than a dozen other slightly unfamiliar herbs. It was dark outside the window, there was no light, it should belong to the time of night, and the fire on the oil lamp in the corner of the wall flickered, although it was only a little, but for Zal, it was "warm" enough.

Turning his gaze away from the oil lamp, his eyes were still a little sore, and he couldn't look directly at the light for long. Thinking about it, he had to move his limbs, but the ensuing situation made Zal show a helpless wry smile after a short period of stunned, no, he couldn't even smile. Only then did he realize that he was being firmly tied to the bed board by finger-thick hemp rope, and that there was a piece of cork stuffed in his mouth.

After struggling hard, the sharp pain on his body and the stability of the hemp rope made Zal quickly give up on the idea. So, in his bed, the immobilized Zal looked in the direction of the door and cried out for help, although the voice sounded a little too faint.

But just a moment later, there was a rush of footsteps accompanied by the sudden opening of the wooden door, and in the light of the doorway, Zar saw the half-elf holding the wooden bowl. Tilting his head slightly, Zar continued to let out a faint nasal sound, and Cadius hurried a few steps to Zar's bed, and before he could speak, he opened Zar's eyes and looked closely.

"Zal?" the half-elf's voice sounded like some kind of test.

"Uh-huh......" Zal nodded in the affirmative.

The half-elf exhaled as if relieved. "In the name of Gorinthia, you're finally sober," an expression of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face, "Wait, let me take this off for you." He said as he set aside the wooden bowl in his hand and broke the cork out from between Zal's gums.

He inhaled sharply, his completely stiff mouth barely able to utter a full syllable. "Water, water......" he repeated with difficulty.

The half-elf slapped his forehead and immediately ran out, and when he returned, he held another wooden bowl with water in his hand, and pressed it to Zal's lips. "Drink slowly, drink less......" he said.

Zar greedily sucked the water from the bowl, as if the parched earth had finally been moistened by rain, and a cool feeling of comfort spread from his chest to his limbs. It wasn't until Cadius half-forcedly removed the bowl that he let out a sigh of relief and put his head back on the bed.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Zar asked, turning his head, "How did you end up tied to the bed?" Hoarse.

The half-elf sat down in a chair next to him, took a sip of the bottle from his arms. "It's been more than ten days......"

"Ten days?!" Zar's face showed a look of astonishment, "How can it be so long?"

"So long?" the half-elf monster chuckled, wiping a handful of wine stains from his stubble. By the light of the room, Zar noticed that Cadius was much more emaciated than before, and that his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed for a long time. "Let's be honest. It's a miracle that you woke up, you can't imagine what it will be like when you step out of the arena!"

The half-elf said and took another sip of his wine. "Cracked bones, broken bones, countless knife cuts, completely bloody, and with only half a life left. He said, "As for why I tied you up, well, you're crazy." Brat. In addition to being in a coma, as soon as you open your eyes, you will keep tearing your muscles as if you want to dig something out of your body, and let out a scalp-numbing roar that will ...... all night."

Zar was stunned at first, but he was not surprised when he quickly thought of the nightmare that haunted him. Or rather, he really didn't have the right to be surprised.

The half-elf glanced at the silent Zhal. The tone suddenly became serious. "Tell me the truth, Zal, how much do you remember from that game?......"

Zar listened and sighed imperceptibly. "I knew exactly what I was doing until there were three or four enemies left. He paused, "But after that, it was as if I couldn't control my actions, and there was only one thought in my mind, to kill them all." Kill them all......"

Zal recalled, speaking truthfully. "I didn't remember anything until I walked back to the rest area. ”

"You fainted in the rest area," the half-elf added, asking thoughtfully. "Your problem ?......"

Zal bit her lip and didn't shy away from the question. "It's more serious. He replied.

Cadius nodded, as if he had already thought of it. "Sure enough, the last person to come down is no longer you," he said, looking directly at Zal, "and, compared to you when you went berserk, the two have a very obvious thing in common. The half-elf pointed to his eyes, "Blood-red eyes, no other color. ”

"Blood-red ?......" Zal suddenly remembered the "self" he met in his dream, and the scarlet eyes that seemed to penetrate the night were enough to make people shudder.

"That's right, blood red. "It looks like what I saw when I was younger, wandering in the world, the ...... in the world," he said, and seemed to hesitate.

But Zal took it directly. "Demon, huh?" he knew very well what the half-elf was trying to say, and remembering that "himself", there was no more appropriate metaphor than the word demon.

The half-elf didn't affirm it, just sighed heavily. "I don't know why this is happening, why you have such a problem with you, Zal. He said worriedly, "But, I'm sure that if it goes on like this, sooner or later you'll be devoured by the killing of **." It's a far more fatal issue than 'freedom,' you know, my child?"

Zal nodded gratefully. "Don't worry, I'll pay more attention. But the half-elf sitting across from him just shook his head noncommittally, and Zal didn't want Cadius to worry too much about himself. In fact, the other party has done enough for himself, even far beyond the scope of the mentor, more like always standing behind him, silently supporting his relatives.

So, he deliberately diverted the topic to another place. "By the way, what about the game, how did it go?"

Speaking of the game, the half-elf snorted dissatisfied. "Of course you advanced, and you're the only one in the room!"

"Just me?" said Zar, who was a little surprised by the result, and he clearly remembered that not all gladiators were aiming for themselves.

"At the end of the game, apart from you, there were three survivors, two abstained in the game, one was seriously injured, and a life was saved. Cadius added: "In the second game, it was also a tragic kill, and in the end it did win three people, but," he raised an eyebrow, "one retired with a serious injury and died within a few days, so there are only two people who really qualified." ”

"How can it be ......," Zar was only halfway through his words, and then turned sarcastically, "this is a good deal, our Archon......"

"Of course! He probably thought before the game that the six gladiators wouldn't be able to get all the promotion bonuses, but they would be able to provoke two of the craziest matches. The half-elf pursed his lips and rubbed the stubble on his chin, "As for the gladiatorial arena, the bosses who have received the compensation and the share will not care about the life or death of the gladiator, and besides, he can still use the fairest and cleanest way to kill you, without leaving a single trick." ”

Zal smiled and glanced at the half-elf, but his smile was a little ugly. "Did you also find out that I was manipulated in that game?"

"Nonsense, do you think I'm blind!" Caddius roared, "if they had joined forces against you out of jealousy, they wouldn't have been so unanimous, and they wouldn't have risked their lives for it!" he said, "The only thing that can make them do this is the naked and naked interests, and it has nothing to do with promotion." And if you can get at least a dozen people to do this together, I don't think there is anyone else except Lord Archon......"

The half-elf said, his gaze fell on Zhal, and continued with some amusement. "But you should also be careful, in front of the audience, people will not forget the slap you struck," he chuckled, "Don't worry, this matter is not over." ”

Zar nodded, and asked as if he remembered something. "By the way, what's going on over there at the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'?"

"What else? Casavalon and the girl named Adjani were here this morning," said the half-elf, "for the sake of your injury, the Efaran family must have summoned all the top doctors in the entire gimbal." Moreover, the old butler has already released his words, if you have an accident, the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge' will directly withdraw from the competition and submit a written protest to the city lord. ”

"Truth be told, as patrons, the Efaran family has reached the limit of what they can do," the half-elf affirmed, "even at the expense of tearing up their faces with the archons...... You're a lucky guy, boy. ”

Zal smiled bitterly, such "good luck" is inevitably a bit too costly. "By the way, what about Gavila, I saw her in the Colosseum that day!"

"In addition to coming over to see you every day, she's currently increasing the intensity of her training. "You know, the preliminary rounds are all over, and for the next preliminary stage, she's a contestant just like you." ”

"Is the preliminaries?" Zal hurriedly asked, this is the fundamental reason why he desperately wants to advance, "Or have I missed it?"

The half-elf stood up and brought the wooden bowl on the small table to Zal. "Of course not, or do you think I'm going to talk to you as calmly as I am now? For Gorintia's sake, how is it possible!" he added, "Don't think so much, drink it while you're still 'sober'! I don't want to take your chin off and pour it every time!"

Zar's heart trembled. "I, I'm the injured person, okay, do this, you think it's okay......" His mouth was quickly blocked by a bowl full of viscous green liquid, and he could only let out a whining sound, "This, these days, thank you......"

"Alright, shut up!" the half-elf said nonchalantly, increasing the potion and completely burying Zal's voice. (To be continued.) )

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