Heritage foundry

Chapter 83 The Big Arena (1)

The grand arena in Yingyang City is a splendid building in the entire city, not only in Yingyang City, but in almost every city of a certain size, the grand arena is extremely important and the largest building.

Yingyang City is the main city of Yingyang City. The big arena is circular. From the inside to the outside, it increases gradually from the ground. The outer wall is 50 meters high, enclosing a thousand-meter-square land in the center of Yingyang City.

Zhou Mo looked up at the big arena. The cold gray exterior walls were mottled. I don't know how many heroes' souls were broken here, and how many men were spilled on the field.

Chen Yang got out of the carriage, with a pair of secret silver high heels, standing behind Zhou Mo, who was almost the same height as Zhou Mo. Seeing Zhou Mo looking up at the arena, he couldn't help but get close to remind him:

"Your Excellency, it's almost time, we should go in!"

Zhou Mo nodded, and walked towards the grand arena from the aristocratic passage first.

Walking into the passage of the arena, the loud and clear voice in the arena came to the ears.

"Today, the knights are duel, the bear knight led by Grand Duke Yingyang, and the snow wolf knight from the kingdom of the sea!"

"Today, knights are honored, they are fighting to defend the dignity and honor of the lord!"

"Today, the knights are brave, and they will fight each other to the death until one side is defeated!"

"Today, the knight sacrificed, someone of them must prove their loyalty with blood, and someone of them must use their life to forge their own glory!"

Hearing this loud and clear voice, Zhou Mo and Chen Yang walked out of the same way and came to the stands. Guided by their own waiters, they were led to the most central part of the northern stand, which is also the position with the best view.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, all the pores of Zhou Mo's body trembled. Just stepping on this ancient building, which has been built for an unknown number of years, made Zhou Mo's blood boil and his fighting spirit burst forth.

Zhou Mo glanced over, and saw a huge ring-shaped building with a height of 50 meters, separated by kilometers from north to south, from east to west.

"People from the entire Yingyang City are probably flocking here!"

Sighed, happened to be heard by the waiter leading the way, the waiter smiled back and said:

"On weekdays, there are tens of thousands of civilians watching two quasi-black veterans fighting to the death. Today is a duel between the son of a grand duke of the empire and a princess. Forty mithril knights, A baron of fine gold will fight bloody battles here, the news has only been released for three days, and Yingyang City will be empty today."

Zhou Mo nodded and moved on. The aristocratic area is not crowded. Everyone stays in individual boxes based on family or power.

At this time, the loud and clear voice sounded again:
"Now, cheer, shout, and use your voice to meet the footsteps of the knights!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire arena shook slightly, as if countless people were stepping on their feet at the same time.

Then, the extremely huge sound wave exploded and rushed straight into the sky!
It was a bit messy at first, but after a few breaths, it has been unified into one sentence:

"The winner is honored, the loser dies!"

"The winner is honored, the loser dies!"

The sound waves surged, one wave was higher than the other wave, and when Zhou Mo was ushered into a box door with a No. [-] sign by the waiter, the sound waves had already soared into the sky.

The door of the box was gently opened, the box was huge, but there were only three people.

Ruiwen-Noah sat high in the middle, Qianshu stood by her side, and a short old man who was covered under a sea-blue cloak and wore a tall peaked hat stood in front of the railing of the box facing the arena, looking down. The entire arena.

Zhou Mo looked back.

Two teams of knights marched from the north and the south. The knights from the kingdom of the sea came to the south. They were all riding snow wolves in pitch-black armor. On the whole body of the mithril battle armor, fine mithril patterns of the same color flashed, faintly shining. Scattered.

Coming from the north side was the knight from Yingyang Grand Duke's Mansion, a burly mountain bear with blood-red fur, only one pair of eyes maintaining its original color, and the black iron armor on the bear was extremely ferocious. The knights are also wearing mithril armor, one team holds epees in their hands, and the other team has long swords across their waists.

As soon as the four teams of knights on both sides appeared, the sound of the scene became louder and louder, almost shattering this ancient arena.

"The winner is honored, the loser dies!"

The voice gradually shortened, and finally merged into five words.

"Glory, or, death."

There was a faint sadness in the black eyes, and Zhou Mo stepped into the box.

Qianshu arranged a seat next to Ruiwen-Nalong with a wink, but Zhou Mo didn't go to sit in it. He walked up to Ruiwen-Nalong, looked at each other with those green eyes, and looked at it again. Glancing at the blue-gold butterfly mask on Ruiwen Nalong's face, she said:
"Your Highness, the time has been found out. It was at the beginning of the second duel, it was almost evening, and it was the time when the barrel cart carrying the filth returned to the city. The accompanying personnel, in addition to Al-Lionheart, also There are six members of the Military Intelligence Bureau who came from the imperial capital, at least Mithril and above life, but there seems to be no mysterious life form involved."

Ruiwen-Nalong leaned lazily on the luxurious soft chair prepared in the arena, nodded slightly, and asked:
"Where's the route?"

Zhou Mo replied:

"Barrel carts always go to the north gate, but Al-Lionheart's people have contacted the vegetable cart team, and they don't rule out the possibility of going to the west gate."

"But once they set off, the route will be determined, and they will be able to get the news as soon as possible."

Ruiwen-Nalong glanced at Zhou Mo with satisfaction, her blue eyes were as gentle as water, but when she looked at Zhou Mo's black eyes that looked like stubborn stones, Ruiwen-Nalong's heart thumped, and there was a faint feeling of dissatisfaction. good feeling.

Suppressing her heart, Ruiwen-Nalong relaxed her hands and asked Zhou Mo to sit down, but Zhou Mo shook his head and refused, and stood in the box facing the railing of the arena.

On the arena, four teams of knights have come to the center of the arena, their armors are bright, and they face each other at a distance of [-] meters.

At this time, the loud and clear voice sounded again:
"Glory, or, death!"

The bright and high-pitched voice briefly suppressed the cheers in the arena, and the entire arena was silent. Zhou Mo was a little curious as to who the speaker was, and as long as he opened his mouth, the huge arena and tens of thousands of spectators could all be heard. Be quiet.

The arena fell silent, only the sound of metal armor rubbing against the field, the heavy breath of the mount, and the metallic sound of the knight pulling out his weapon.

"Now, the knights offer their allegiance to the lord!"

The high-pitched voice became solemn and echoed throughout the arena.

The four teams of knights all turned around neatly. On the mounts, they erected their blades. The cold light of the blades stood on their chests, as if they were praying to the superior lord.

It has been the custom of the Otto Empire since ancient times for knights to wear armor and face the king. When knights go out to battle, they only salute all noble people with their swords upright.

"The knight raised his sword, at this moment..."

The voice drew a long tone, waiting for the response of nearly [-] spectators in the arena.

"glory!"

"glory!"

"glory!"

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami, like the ground cracking and landslides, the sound waves went straight to the sky, and the clouds above the arena dispersed in an instant, as if the sun was about to witness the glory of the knight at this moment.

However, in Zhou Mo's black eyes looking down at the arena, the sadness grew stronger, and the decision in his heart became more decisive.

The glory bestowed by others is not worth it!
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