For the next twenty days or so, the only sounds that could be heard in the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" were related to the battle. For example, the crunch of weapons colliding together, such as the shouting that erupts during wrestling, such as the almost hoarse command and roar of the half-elves, and so on.

Once the way of fighting changed from an individual to a team, everything that once remained in Zhar's mind changed. New tactical ideas, new offensive and defensive drills, and new teamwork all need to start from scratch, slowly adapt, and slowly run in. Especially for a combo that relies entirely on physical melee as a means of attack, this transition is extremely difficult.

The most common situation is that the three of them completely forget about the existence of their teammates and become completely alone, or the attack of one of them not only does not create opportunities for their teammates, but even restricts the opponent's play, not to mention the "high-frequency target switching in battle" or "concentrated burst strike" This kind of coordination skills require a higher degree of tacit understanding.

So the half-elf's voice soon became completely hoarse a few days after the training began. However, on the other hand, this improvised team did not lose the slightest confidence because of the difficulties ahead. Or rather, all three men have an almost insane stubbornness when it comes to fighting, which is also a good thing in a way.

Gavira and Grohl both signed contracts with Crystal Bridge for the season, but they simply gave up their weekly salary and instead put forward their own requirements in terms of training and logistics - they must be the same as Zal. Of course, Casavalon also smiled and fulfilled all their conditions.

To be honest, Casavalon has not seen such a good gladiator for a long time, and this time he not only met, but also signed three at a time, and I have to say that he has been in a very good mood lately. Initially. He was still a little worried about whether Grohl's leg injury would slow down the pace of the whole team, but the performance of the orcs, almost on the first day, dispelled everyone's doubts.

Can you imagine the behavior of a bird with broken wings when it regains hope of soaring into the blue sky? Grohl is almost the best example of this: every day comes first. He was the latest to go, and in addition to his regular team training, he had to spend extra time dealing with leg injuries and corresponding recovery training.

It's a deadly orc! Almost all of them had the exact same assessment of Grohl a few days later. And his strength, I mean, the real strength after reforging the weapon, after Zal and the others saw it, they only thought of one word - irritable.

Yes. It wasn't that he was shockingly powerful, but that he was in the mood for battle, and the momentum with which he roared and swung his two-handed axe toward his target—unstoppable, blood-boiling, furious as the earth, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Zar also basically understood the half-elf's sentence, "From the perspective of strength alone, the only one who can be the heir of the god of war." What does it mean to be a race that the Erics are competing with. He'd seen barbarian battles in the middle of his mission to become "Cleaner 86".

The momentum of being born to fight and dying for fighting appeared in front of me like a dream. often makes Zal slightly distracted, remembering the figure that has been buried deep in his heart, and the "skull Mott" that seems to be chattering, but makes him miss it immensely. However, these "memories" will never be reproduced or known.

In this way, the days go by without fast or slow. This is true on the inside of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge", and it is also true on the outside. Many gladiators changed bosses and increased in value during this time, some freelancers signed contracts and received a very substantial signing fee, and those who participated in the gladiatorial arena sold out all their gladiators. Carrying a big profit on the silver table, happily turned into a spectator, and some of them were gearing up, looking at the cards in their hands, ready to shine in this competition.

In short, the topic of the preliminaries of the arena is getting hotter and hotter on the gimbal. As the deadline approached, all eyes were on the Archon's residence, which was as quiet as ever, waiting for the new schedule to be announced.

Just as everyone expected, this time, the Archon did not disappoint the residents on the platform either. On the last day of the twenty-four-day grace period, the arrangements for the new schedule were finally posted on the giant billboard outside the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena", and it was only a few lines.

"Tomorrow morning, the schedule of the preliminary round will be announced in the 'Blood Gladiatorial Arena', please participate on time for all participating teams and the person in charge of the gladiatorial arena. The event will be open to all interested audiences. - Archon of the Throne, Barberto Frien. ”

Like a red-hot steel bar piercing into clear water, the entire "conviction Yuntai" fell into a whirlpool of various speculations in such an inexplicable announcement. What exactly did the Archon want to do? What was the schedule for the preliminary round? Why did it have to be announced in the "Bloody Gladiatorial Arena"? and a series of other questions, such as the streets and alleys, spread unstoppable.

What's even more exaggerated is that when Zar and his party, together with the other teams participating in the competition, stood on the sand field in the middle of the gladiatorial arena, and looked at the viewing platform in front of them with the tens of thousands of curious spectators in the stands, not only could not think of the consul's plan, but the puzzled look in their eyes became even stronger.

At this time, the impression of the viewing platform has completely changed, and it is clear that it has undergone a large-scale transformation. The wooden roof, which had been propped up in mid-air, was removed, and the front half of the viewing platform was directly exposed to the skylight, while the back half was replaced by a rectangular covered with red flannel.

In terms of volume, the "wall" under this flannel cloth is five or six adults high, and the width even exceeds the boundary between the two sides of the viewing platform.

No one knew what was hidden beneath the flannel, and a murky murmur rang out from the audience, converging together into a hum that echoed through the arena. The gladiators standing in the arena and the owners of the gladiatorial arenas exchanged inquiring glances with each other, trying to find the answers they wanted in each other's eyes.

This aimless guessing game was finally lifted to a climax in the wave of sound that spread in the audience. Many spectators shouted loudly in the direction of the viewing platform. Questioning, I want someone to stand up and give an answer.

Just as these voices gradually turned into impatient clamours or coaxing, a familiar figure walked up from the steps next to the viewing platform and stood in front of the "wall". And the noise that had just been noisy turned into a tidal wave of cheers and whistles. Even the gladiators in the arena all cast their eyes on it.

The man who came was a green-skinned goblin with a rocket head - "King?Sugar Gold"!

"Alright, alright...... Guys, I know that if no one comes forward, you damn guys will tear this place to ruins!" The goblin teased the audience in a chic voice, in exchange for even more laughter, rubbing his thumb against the inside of the two harnesses, laughing as he said, "But to be honest, I have a bigger thing to do than hosting this press conference?......!"

His words immediately mobilized the attention of everyone present, and quickly. The entire "bloody gladiatorial arena" became silent. As for the goblin, he stopped, and looked longingly at a figure in the middle of the battlefield. "For the sake of anything, dear Mr. Zal, can you give me a copy of your autograph after the press conference?" he spread his palms with an exaggerated expression, "The Lord God is on top, and the commemorative card you signed will almost buy the entire gimbal......"

The audience in the audience was collectively stunned. Then there was a burst of laughter, and there was a great pleasure of being spoken. Standing among the gladiators, Zar smiled and raised two fingers. The point is on the forehead, indicating that it is not a problem. In contrast, Tangjin exhaled as if relieved and bowed.

"Thank you, my dear Zal!" he whispered, wiping a handful on his head. I'll be even happier if you sign me a few more......" As soon as his words fell, the audience resounded with goodwill heckling.

The goblin, however, shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly. "What's so strange about that, I mean, I'm the purest goblin!" he walked leisurely, but the audience laughed again. "Well, it seems that at this point, we can come to a consensus. So let's move on and get down to business......"

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the arena gradually quieted down. "Honestly, guys, before last night, I was like you and didn't know anything about today's launch. He stood right in front of the wall, "and this morning I found that I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night." ”

"Uh...... Sorry, it seems that I missed my mouth about being late......" The goblin raised his eyebrows and muttered "quietly", and the audience laughed. "Well, put those details aside. I want to say that when I learned about this event, I was glad that I was able to witness this spectacle in my lifetime! I can also assure you that what you will see below may be the only event in the history of Wind Cliff that has exceeded your imagination!"

"Keep your eyes open and look here!" the goblin's voice suddenly raised, "Look at the great magic from the 'Elemental City of Saintslan', the most shocking feast for us!

The goblin spoke, and suddenly opened his arms under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes. Behind him, the scarlet flannel was pulled by the rope and suddenly retreated to both sides. The undulating brocade pattern floated in the sunlight with a bright streamer, and the sound of the cloth rolling was like a suddenly bulging sail, making a low roar!

The next moment, a "crystal wall" made of countless spheres emerged from under the flannel, facing the light falling from the zenith, shining with an incomparably brilliant soft light! And in the low groans of tens of thousands of spectators collectively gasping for cold air, an even more wonderful scene appeared.

I saw different pictures appear on the "crystal wall": verdant meadows, deep and quiet forests, rolling rivers, and ancient trees reaching into the sky...... Everything seems to silently outline a completely strange world, a world full of green.

Many in the audience were stunned, and the residents who had lived in the dirty, chaotic, sewage-ridden Yuntai seemed to have forgotten everything about the forest and nature. In the midst of this muddy mire, there is a moment when many people feel as if they have seen heaven.

The silent silence flattened the entire "Blood Gladiatorial Arena", and at this moment, I don't know where to go. I don't know why, a blank voice to myself, pulled everyone's souls back into the body. However, this sound caused an even more terrifying storm.

"It is. 'Hidden Gimbal'?!......"

With this self-talk, many audience members immediately reacted, and the sound from doubt to shock spread out in the audience, echoing endlessly.

"The Lord God is above! This, this is really a 'hidden cloud platform'......"

"Look at the trees, look at the rivers! Oh my God, and the birds!"

“......”

All kinds of emotions even infected the gladiators on the battlefield and the owners of the gladiatorial arenas. In fact, many residents living on the "conviction platform" have spent their entire lives in poverty. Didn't take a step here. For them, this is the first time they have seen everything on the "Hidden Gimbal".

Some people trembled as if they had lost their souls as if they had lost their souls, some people muttered to themselves, as if lamenting the favor of fate, and some people buried their faces in their hands, tears rolling down between their fingers, as if only at this point did they suddenly remember that the world outside the gimbal had long been too far away from them.

But no matter what kind of expression. Zal is not one of them. At the moment when the velvet opened, the picture on the "crystal wall" unfolded in front of me. He recognized it for the first time, and could roughly imagine what the Archon and Blazej were trying to do.

"Move the battlefield to the Hidden Tilt?" said Zar with squinted eyes in his heart, turning his head to look at Gavila, Groll, and Casavalon, who had a serious face. He looked at them from the eye. In addition to seeing the similar shock, there is another layer of meaning - the archon has gone crazy in order to build the grandest "blood arena" in history, and what is even more strange is that the Lord of Wind Cliff seems to be following suit. Crazy together.

Just as the emotions of everyone in the audience became more and more excited, and the roars of one after another became more and more harsh, the words of the goblins rang out again. "In the name of the gods! 160,000 silver platforms have been consumed, more than 3,000 'Imaging Crystals' composed of 'Crystal Walls', more than 400 'Surveillance Eyes' have been inserted throughout the forest, more than 50 'Transit Towers' have reached the extreme of image transmission, and 31 participating teams have collectively appeared on the stage, and for the ten promotion places, they will play a knockout match that only depends on the results!"

The goblin's incendiary voice was like a hammer, striking the hearts of tens of thousands of spectators and gladiators. "This is the most spectacular feast ever presented to you in this 'Blood Arena' under the construction of the pinnacle magical art of Saint-Slan!" the goblin roared, hoarse, "Tell me, you saw it! My guys! tell me!"

"Roar, roar, roar, !!" In an instant, the audience went crazy, and the deafening roar burst into the sky.

"That's right! That's the emotion I want! That's the look I want to see on your face!" the goblin ripped off his bow tie and threw it to the ground, looking down at the gladiators in the battlefield. "Listen! His cheers are not for me, not for this damned city, but for you! My fighters!"

The goblin clutched the railing at the edge of the viewing platform, and like an orator, waved his right arm to the gladiators below. "Ninety-three gladiators, thirty-one teams, three days! Use your weapons, use your teeth, and everything you can use! Grab the 'nameplates' of the other teams! Who will be the hunter and who will be the prey, I don't care, I don't care!" He said, "The final result, as long as the top ten, remember, as long as the top ten teams with the most nameplates!"

In the tsunami-like roar of the mountains in their ears, all eyes of the audience were focused on the gladiators on the battlefield. Many of them were breathing heavily, and subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands or the black medals in their pockets. The voice of the goblins doesn't end there, though.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen gladiators watched by ten thousand people!" Sugar Gold stared down at them, all the roars in the background, "this time tomorrow, you will enter the 'Hidden Terrace' in batches, through different entrances! To be honest, I don't know how many of you will survive in three days, and how many will die in that forest." ”

He didn't look back, just pointed back at the screen with his thumb, and the audience gradually fell silent, listening to the goblins. "But, please believe me, I am willing to exchange everything I have for a place in the competition! Do you know why?" he stopped and replied directly: "Because there is such an opportunity, it is placed in front of me, which can allow me, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, to use my own life and blood to kill a legend of my own in the most mysterious land of 'Wind Cliff City'!"

"Come, tell me!Isn't that enough?!" the goblin's gaze was fanatical, cathartic, roaring, and his outstretched arms seemed to grasp everything that belonged to him, "Tell me! Such an opportunity may only come once in a lifetime!

"Drink-!!" In an instant, the entire "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" was shaken by the roar of a puff of cracked stones piercing the clouds! In that stormy roar, Zal saw that in front of him, behind him, and even in all directions, countless weapons were raised into the air by their masters, reflecting the icy cold.

The pale blades mingled strangely with the frenzied atmosphere of the audience, irritating Zal's skin, hair, and even the heart in his chest. He wanted to force himself to calm down, because in the midst of this boiling heat, he also smelled the most blatant and blunt hostility and murderous intent—all of which came from his side, on the battlefield where he was. (To be continued.) )