The arena has been an integral part of the Makabuda since its foundation, and it is essentially a place where orcs make sacrifices to their race gods. In other cultures, the arena may take on different meanings, such as a display of courage, skill and strength, and team sports can embody the spirit of cooperation and synergy. Humans also developed the arena into a warrior's tournament, conferring knighthood on the final winner. But in the orc arena, there is nothing but bloody death.

Siegel had never been to the arena since he arrived in Macabda, and he feared that he would not be able to bear the cruelty of the arena. According to Fezak, the arena of Makabuda is the closest thing to hell in the world, when there is a large gladiatorial fight, the corpses can cover every inch of the ground, and the large swarms of flies are densely covered with a layer, and if there is any movement, it will rise like a black cloud, and those who enter to collect the corpses may choke to death by the smell and flies. The cries of the orc and half-orc spectators were deafening and could be heard clearly throughout the city. Until all the orc's desires are satisfied, the gladiatorial fight will not stop. There was a time when a gladiatorial slave died too quickly and too early, and he could only take more than a hundred labor slaves in the city and stuff them into the arena. Their fight was nothing to watch, and the former orc warlord Hammer commanded thirty hungry wolves to be released in the arena. It took five rounds of this crazy hunt and eat show to finally satisfy the audience.

Luckily, it's only early in the morning, and the daily gladiatorial fight won't begin until the afternoon, and Siegel is just in time to enclose a quiet area. Orcs like to sit as close to the battlefield as possible, so there is a circle of "baos" under the stands, which is slightly lower than the field, so that the blood in the arena can flow into the "baosaki". Siegel chose the nearest private seat to the slave rest area, claiming that he was going to serve the master, and came to clean the private seat beforehand without anyone disturbing him.

Ravens stay outside the door, acting as sentinels. If an orc witch comes to him, he will immediately call the police through the soul link.

Since he has to configure an instant potion, it can only be done in the key space to minimize the risk of detection. As a result, he has very little space to use for pharmaceutical operations. The space key can't be a palm's throw away from the dice, and the dice can't be too far away from Siegel's body. In this way, even after opening the space, Siegel can only bend his shoulders and elbows cannot reach into the space. All the powders, reagents, and alchemy vessels were concentrated in this small space, which put Siegel's ability to control it to the test.

In other places, using the Mage's Hand spell and relying on the mind to manipulate the alchemy equipment can greatly reduce the difficulty of the work, but not here. Detection magic is always working, and the mage's hand can't work through the spatial door. Siegel slowed down as much as he could, carefully maneuvering in tight spaces. There are more than 20 materials that need to be blended together, and there are no mistakes at every step.

The physical foundation laid while practicing martial arts helped Siegel a lot, and whether it was precise movements or quick reactions, he was above the alchemist Eric. After two hours, he had finally finished preparing the potion, and although it was only a teacup of finished product, it was enough for Siegel to experiment with spells.

With the last dagger, Siegel scraped a small fragment from the Flame Crystal and threw it into the potion. Siegel watched carefully as it glowed brightly in the potion, and strong magical fluctuations continued to emanate from the reagent bottle.

Fortunately, the key space can isolate energy fluctuations, so it will not be detected by the detection circle for the time being.

After about five minutes, the fragments of the Flame Soul Crystal completely disappeared, as if dissolved. Knowing that the Manifestation Potion did not have the ability to dissolve any matter, and that it only interacted with magical energy, Siegel looked at the reaction flask in confusion until it stopped emitting light and fell silent, not figuring out what was causing this.

The loss of the luminous potion meant that the magic fluctuations disappeared, so Siegel took out the reagent bottle and closed the key space by the way, at which point the anomaly protruded. As if sensing changes in the surrounding environment, five black smoke slammed out from the mouth of the reagent bottle like open fingers. The palms parted, then clenched into fists, transforming into the twisted faces of tumbling wraiths. The gathering of wraiths swooped down on Siegel, and the mage reacted quickly, activating the power of the dice and transforming himself into a skeleton. The black smoke passed through Siegel's body, and before it could find a gap to break through, it immediately split into five streams and flew away, piercing through the walls and ceilings, and began to wreak havoc in the arena.

Screams and cries came from next door, and then the sound of chains being heard flicking. Most arena slaves were limited in shackles and shackles, and were kept far apart from training and performances, lest they kill each other and cause the slave owner's fortune to shrink. Thanks to this mechanic, chaos didn't break out immediately, and the killing was temporarily stopped. But Siegel knew that the shackles wouldn't last long under the wraith's rage.

'Think,' Siegel said to himself, 'come up with a solution.' 'The appearance of the wraith will surely attract the attention of the witch priests, and the army will soon arrive. How to take advantage of this chaotic situation, Siegel needs to come up with a solution immediately. Running away while no one is paying attention is the easiest way to go, and it seems to be the safest. But Siegel had a long list of heroic names in his mind, and they all tried to use everything around them in various ways to achieve the hero's career. Siegel also decided to emulate their spirit and rush forward as if he were facing a great wave at sea.

"Go to his fate script, go to his escape. Siegel smiled and cheered himself up: "A hero is someone who leads the stage." ”

Siegel's brain raced fast, and all kinds of thoughts converged into a resonant movement. If he wants to dance on a chaotic stage, he naturally needs the right music to accompany him. It only took a few breaths for the mage to come up with a rough plan, but the details needed to be adjusted as the situation changed. In the first step, he took out the spellcasting kit from the keyspace, changed back into his human form, and then cast an anti-evil spell on himself in an attempt to protect himself from being possessed by the spirits. He had to test the effectiveness of this spell, as the risk of using the undead form was too great, and it was easy for the witch priests to detect it, making it difficult to maintain secret operations. The purpose of the anti-evil spell is to prevent evil thoughts from controlling the mind of the person being protected, but it is unknown whether they can stop these strange spirits.

Siegel pushed open the door and came to the gladiators' rest area, where a scuffle had already begun, that is, cannibalism. Some of the stronger gladiators had torn chains from the walls and used them as weapons, whipping each other through the passages. As the chains cut across the stone walls, sparks burst out and the sound of screeching and grinding came and went. Both humans and orc slaves have forgotten their own language, and only beastly instincts remain. They open their mouths wide and use their teeth to intimidate each other and let out loud roars from their throats. They first confronted each other, then attacked each other with weapons, and finally tore each other apart. What happens in the narrow passages is even crazier than the biggest competitive day, where the walls and ceilings constantly reverberate with the echo of the fight.

An orc lunged at Siegel, his hands covered in the blood of his companions and the veins and flesh of his previous opponent's throat hanging from the corners of his mouth. Under the control of the resentful spirit, there was only the urge to keep attacking in his eyes, and he did not have the wisdom and combat skills he had before. Deftly avoiding his hands, Siegel slit his throat with a dragon's tooth dagger, then stabbed him in the heart. Before death could fully grasp the orc, the wraith emerged from his back and twisted into a vicious, angry face in front of Siegel. Siegel is on his guard, and as soon as he senses that something is wrong, he will immediately activate the dice to turn into an undead, and then change to a second plan. However, the resentful spirit did not pounce, it seems that the anti-evil spell has a protective effect, or it may be that there are many objects around that can be possessed, and the resentful spirit does not need to waste time on the mage.

Now that you know that anti-evil spells can cause the wraiths to ignore the target for a while, there are prerequisites for the next step. Siegel had just noticed that a total of five resentful spirits had been generated from the fragments he had cut, so the flame soul crystal possessed by alchemist Eric would be able to draw out up to three hundred resentful spirits. Three hundred resentful spirits faced tens of thousands of troops, especially those protected by many witch sacrifices, and could not make much of a storm. Siegel's plan was to expand the size of the wraiths so that the orcs would have no time to worry about the infighting, while he himself led a group of men to set fire to the shipyard under the protection of the anti-evil spell, seize the ship, and then start a victorious escape.

I remember meeting the Guild Sorcerer Sado in Bacon Town, and he once said that the Flame Soul Crystal in Siegel's hand was the best in terms of size and quality. Siegel had never figured out what the stone was capable of until he had finally mastered a way to release the spirits. Driving the undead into battle is generally considered an evil act, and if an orc learns of Siegel's actions, they will name him the "Undead Plague Maker". Siegel would not delude himself into putting the blame on the Knox Guild that created the Flame Crystal, he would only try to make the outbreak as close as possible to the orc camp and to the house where the Admiral and the Commander lived.

Each time a wraith controls a person to kill another creature, their resentment decreases by a point, the color of the smoke fades, and the speed of their flight decreases. The chaos in Bacon Town can last for a night, partly because of the sheer number of resentful spirits there, which quickly take over almost all of the townspeople's bodies, and killing each other will slow down the dissipation of resentment. On the other hand, the wizards of the Knox Guild constantly control the magic circle and strengthen the power of the resentful spirits. Siegel estimated that without the magic circle, each wraith would have completely disappeared after nine deaths.

Witch sacrifices can communicate with the gods of the orcs, whether it is to fight the undead or expel grievances. In this way, the threat of the wraiths will be lowered by another notch. Siegel estimated that with Eric alone, he would not be able to create a chaotic situation in the whole city at all, and he could only buy half an hour of action time at most. Whatever the alchemist's true aims and means, Siegel now wanted nothing more than to focus on destroying the Dockyard first.

While he was thinking and observing here, he suddenly heard a clear muffled voice not far away: "Humm! Humm!"