There is no doubt that Netherel is an extremely advanced arcane, and the ruling class is a group of great arcanists who can almost match the weaker gods, and believe in truth and knowledge.Supposedly, the people cultivated under this system should be calm and relatively rational, but in fact, the people of Netherel are extremely irritable, fists and feet at the slightest disagreement, and have a very fanatical pursuit of fighting, especially the fight for life with fists and swords.On a deeper level, this is the result of the special guidance and propaganda of Netherre's ruling class.After all, dimensional invasion has always been a history of blood and tears, and kind-hearted people can't do it.And the direct embodiment of this propaganda is the prevalence of gladiatorial winds!
Hundreds of years ago, when Sandriel Floating City descended, the first thing the nine Arcane Towers did after completing their mission to sweep away the orc natives was to build their own Colosseum and announce the mechanics of the Gladiatorial King's competition.To this day, arcanists of all nobles with some status will train their own gladiators, which are not limited to humans, orcs, magical beasts, or all kinds of extraterrestrial lifeforms.The Colosseum in Dekental is almost never closed, and there is no shortage of customers, and the battle for the King of Gladiatorial at the end of each month is even full.And Walter, the warrior of the Bill Bear clan who has won for three consecutive years, and the king of gladiatorial fighting in Dkentel, are even more like traffic stars, and are sought after by tens of thousands of people.Of course, none of the previous matches can be compared to today's one, not only because the Grand Arcanist Dekenthal Toronto was crowned and personally led a group of legendary Arcanists to the scene, but also because other towers came to hear the news.Not to mention that the tickets were snatched up on the first day of sale, and then a small number of tickets circulated on the black market were almost hyped to sky-high prices at a straight rising rate, even in the most remote corners, they had to be bid in gold shields.Rather, it is because this gladiatorial battle will really affect all aspects of the city, and will determine the power pattern of Dkenthal for decades to come, as well as the fate of countless people.On gladiatorial day, before dawn, there was a long queue outside the Colosseum, and by the time the sky was waning, the Colosseum was already immersed in a huge noise.At this time, except for a few VIP seats, the others were filled early, and even those who had tickets in their hands were afraid that they would come late and squeeze into the Colosseum.This is not a lie, in fact, when the sun is in the sky and really emits heat, even those aisles, corners, treetops, branches, and walls are crowded with people.At a glance, it is as if countless ants are crowded together, and it makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies.And this is not the most exaggerated, the most exaggerated is outside the Colosseum, those who are sure that they can't get in are still unwilling to leave, and they are inside and out of the entire Colosseum.There are also many arcanists who control magic carpets, flying props or directly use spells, flying in the sky, because they are afraid of blocking out the sun, which dislikes the legendary arcanists, most of them are far away, and one by one they have to drive all kinds of auxiliary enchanted items to watch from afar.These people really can't get in, but they are still willing to wait here for first-hand news.At the same time, in the Colosseum's lounge, Walter and the legends had been waiting quietly here, for fear that the legends would clash and be in chaos before the battle, they were all locked in separate rooms.At this time, in one of them, Walter was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, his chest slowly rising and falling, adjusting his breathing, and trying to adjust his mentality.Until now, the fighters of the aristocratic conservative faction have not yet been decided, and their group of legends may or may be abandoned.After all, who knows if those legendary arcanists will capture even more powerful legendary lives?
Of course, the new Arcanist faction is also secretive, and everything is unknown.Obviously, both sides have done a good job of secrecy!
And in the higher dimensions, Amon had already turned around several times outside, and he saw the pomp and circumstance of this gladiatorial battle, and even felt the fanaticism of the Netherreans.When he returned to the room again, he looked at Walter, who was sitting cross-legged, tilted his head slightly and said, "This gladiatorial battle is very big!"
Walter, why don't you go over and have a look?
”Walter didn't open his eyes, but his breathing was slightly confused, and then he said, "Is it a big scene?"
Actually, I've been watching it for three years, and I'm tired of it, and I've been tired of watching it for a long time. ”After a pause, he glanced sideways slightly, opened his eyes, and a pair of slightly tired scarlet bear eyes looked at someone in the void, and said, "So, this may be a good opportunity to end it!"
”Walter was not a host, and Amon could not have felt the fragments of the other party's mind all the time, and his reaction was slower after all.Until this moment, facing those eyes, he seemed to understand, his eyes opened slightly, and his tone was a little hurried: "Walter, this battle, you don't have to play?"
”Walter cracked the corners of his mouth and smiled, the smile was free and easy, but also a little bitter: "Is it possible?"
However, I have a feeling, a very strong feeling, that this is my destiny and I can't run!
”Amon: "The goddess of fate can't even control her own fate, and the future, even the greatest astrologer, can't predict it accurately."
So, don't worry about it here?!
”"Perhaps?"
Walter seemed to have relaxed a lot, his body was not tense, the huge bear body showed a little lazy at this moment, he slowly leaned down, pillowed his hands behind his back, and his expression was a little inexplicably relaxed.He looked at the low roof and said slowly: "But if you can't escape after all, I think it's actually not bad to end here!"
”Amon narrowed his eyes slightly: "But, why?"
You've got to give me a reason?
”Walter: "You know what?
Evely, she's pregnant, it's my baby. ”"Huh?""
There aren't many interracial relationships between orcs, because the differences between our different races are just too great, and the aesthetics are not the same.But there is something in the end, and the results of cross-racial reproduction are not good, the pregnancy rate is extremely low, of course, it is not impossible, but it is all the gift of the totem and the blessing of the ancestors.And Evely, she's really pregnant!
I'm going to be a father.It's something I never thought about, but it happened, and it happened, and I had to face it. ”After a pause, Walter stared at the void again, as if to make eye contact with someone: "This is the cage, I'll forget it here, but I don't want my child to be born here."
He was an orc, my Walter child, who was born to run in the wilderness and chase in the mountains and forests, not to be trapped here, like him, and become a slave. ”Amon stopped, and blurted out that he wanted to say something, but he suppressed it, and after a long time, he said slowly: "These, or not enough?"
”At this time, the outside world, the time has finally come.As the teleportation light lit up, a legendary arcanist walked out of it, with different postures and expressions, but they were wearing magic robes and holding magic staffs, and the legendary coercion raged like a storm, enveloping the entire Colosseum.In an instant, the entire Colosseum, tens of thousands of Netherreans, seemed to be pressed the pause button, and all the noise and chaos disappeared, replaced by the trembling and awe of all.And this group of legendary arcanists is also clearly divided into two groups, on the left hand side of the rostrum, a total of seven legends stand side by side, they are slightly weaker, and they are all half-blood humans, but the coercion of the legends is linked together, and they do not show weakness.On the other side, there are thirteen legendary arcanists, many of them, strong, and most of them are human, and the few are also handsome elves.Of course, even the elves have an ancient atmosphere.Obviously, they have lived countless years.But they also have shortcomings, although they stand together, they are not so close to each other, the proud elves go to the first place, and the legend among the human race, if it is not for someone to pull, has already blown his beard and glared at those elves.It wasn't until the end that a huge crack appeared in the sky, and an old mage with a figure of less than one and a half meters, with a rampant body and gray hair, like a chicken's nest, appeared.He walked out of the dark crack, as if from darkness to light, facing the sun, he still seemed a little uncomfortable, his dull gaze turned slightly, as if he had not yet recovered from his habitual thoughts.However, it was such a seemingly unreliable bad old man, and his appearance made all the legendary arcanists bow their heads respectfully, salute, and shout in unison: "I have seen the great great arcanist Dekental Toronto!"
”In the next second, the shocked Netherel finally reacted, and knelt on a hula, almost instinctively, and said: "I have seen the great Arcanist Dekental Toronto!"
”The sound was so neat, so powerful, that it seemed to shatter the clouds on the horizon.In the room, Walter heard the noise of the outside world, but did not pay attention to it, but thought slightly, and continued to answer Amon's question: "Richard is a good boy, talented, hard enough, has adventures, and has a good personality, he is a manufacturable material, but not in the Colosseum.Here, you may be able to train good gladiators, but you will never be able to train real strongmen, there is no indomitable and brave orcs here, and there is no freedom and dignity.So, it's a good opportunity, and it's time for him to leave.How could the savior of the orcs hide in this small Colosseum?
He needs a wider sky, and he needs to face the storms and thunder of the outside world!
”Amon burst into a foul mouth: ", I thought Richard himself wouldn't approve of this, Walter, don't fool me, what I want is the real reason?"
”This time, Walter paused for a long time.Outside, when the messy old man appeared and ushered in a tsunami-like cheer, the old man was extremely calm, and there was not even a little excitement on his face.He just waved his hand very casually, as if greeting everyone, and then, he glanced at the two distinct legends, and waved his hand very casually, and said, "Don't delay, let's start." ”In the room, Walter finally spoke again, and he asked rhetorically: "What do you think of the defense of the Colosseum?"
”The defense of the Colosseum naturally refers not only to the outside, but also to the inside, to suppress them, a group of gladiators who do not know whether they will live or die tomorrow, if it is for ordinary people, it is naturally extremely tight, just like a prison, and most prisoners cannot escape.But for Amon, who has already been in and out once, as if he was hanging out in the backyard, this defense system is just like that, so-so.And he operates Richard's body, and he can come and go freely, so as a legend, Walter, theoretically speaking, he can also leave if he wants, and stay if he wants.But after so many years, he is still here, and he has been the king of gladiatorial fighting for three years.What did Amon realize until this moment?
Sure enough, Walter pointed to his head and said, "Back then, I came here for the mission, but the Colosseum does not accept free gladiators, and as a legend, the reason why I can be here and reassure everyone is naturally at a price."
Here, a part of my soul in my head no longer belongs to me?
”Amon finally reflected: "You are talking about a slave contract?
But as a legend, can you not accept it?
”"If they don't accept it, how can they rest assured?
How could they let me be here for three consecutive years as the king of gladiatorial fighting.So, from that day on, my fate was actually sealed.For the sake of the mission, for the future of the orcs, I gave up a lot of freedom, dignity and glory for three years.But now, I've done everything I need to do, and I've taught everything I need to teach, so it's time to give me a relief!
So, in this battle, I will fight for myself and for the glory of the bear clan. ”Amon was finally silent!
He knew he couldn't stop it anymore!
Outside.When the crown of Durkental Toronto was too late, he had to speed up, as the host of the Colosseum, the goblin merchant Gran simply deleted the prepared killing program, and even the usual hi, he didn't dare to talk about it.Of course, he still didn't know the specific information of the gladiators who participated in the competition, and he couldn't introduce them, so he had to put his mouth in front of the amplification spell and said: "This is definitely the most embarrassing appearance line that Gran said, but everyone present didn't care, and both sides of the gladiatorial fight were also very conscious."
On the side, the legendary arcanist with the first horn didn't have any nonsense, and directly teleported to the center of the field, and then quickly chanted a spell and unsealed, and saw that inside the blue portal, a terrifying monster rushed out and let out a roar.Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
It's a dragon's roar, but it's not your usual dragon, it's a dinosaur-like monster.On the other side, the city lord Roots hesitated slightly, but he touched the contract in his mind and summoned his own warriors.Then, he took out a sound-amplifying conch and shouted to everyone: "In this battle, we invite our king of the Violent Bears, the warrior of the Bill tribe, Walter" and there were countless cheers one after another.In the room, Walter heard the shouts of the city lord and also stood up, arranging his armor.Finally, he said to Amun, "You know what?
Richard was good at everything, but there was still one thing that was worse. ”"What?""
After all, he grew up in the mines, and he lacks some of the most indispensable things for orcs, and I should make up for this lesson.""
With your life?""
Yes, with my life!"