Outside the Aegean plane, an unknown place.

This is a semi-plane attached to the main material plane, a barren land and a place where life is extinct.

There is no air, no water source, no vegetation, grass and trees here, only the endless dry earth and the dead bones and corpses everywhere.

No one knows what has happened here, and why it separated from the main material plane and became a dead semi-plane, but these corpses and ruins all show that a tragic war broke out here.

Countless lives die here, and countless glory falls here, so the cold wind of death continues here all year round, as if countless unjust souls are wailing day and night.

The only remaining building in this half plane is the temple in the central area. Under the baptism of time, it has long been dilapidated. Even the statues worshipped in the main hall have been broken into stones. Only the towering pillars and vast areas can still see its former glory.

It is also in the main hall, and the only clean and empty place, there is a huge mahogany round table that should not have appeared. It is simple and old, but bright and heavy, spotless, surrounded by seven gorgeous high-back chairs.

There is very little light coming in the half plane, which looks extremely dark. On the walls of this temple, there are magic candles as thick as arms burning violently. The dim light dispels the darkness around it and adds a bit of mystery to this place.

I don’t know when it started, a cold wind blew across the temple, blowing the magic candlelight and constantly jumping. The shadows in the whole room seemed to be twisting and changing at this moment.

Then, in the next breath, everything stopped, as if the previous yin wind was an hallucination, and around the mahogany round table, seven additional arcane makers appeared on the seven gorgeous high-backed chairs.

They all wore mysterious magical robes and held dazzling staffs, some wore hoods to cover their faces; some were exposed openly, with different expressions.

The only thing that is the same is their momentum, the legendary pressure spreads around, constantly colliding and connecting, friction and harmony.

Although no one spoke, there were crackling thunder in the void. From time to time, cracks appeared and disappeared.

This is not a substantial confrontation, but it is more dangerous than a substantial battle.

This is a spiritual collision, but it is also a spiritual temper.

This is a method of training one's own mental power, and it is extremely effective, but it requires an arcane master above the legend, and there must be enough trust between each other.

Because this kind of tempering is equivalent to showing each other's own spiritual characteristics and a sharing of one's own heritage. If you do not have enough trust, it is equivalent to handing over your own handle to the other party.

With this alone, these seven legendary arcane masters have extraordinary trust.

In fact, it is this absolute trust that allows them to compete with the ten legendary arcane masters behind the old nobles.

After half an hourglass, they finally stopped. After the chaos in the surrounding space subsided, the third legendary arcane in their left hand finally spoke.

"It has been confirmed that Oroin Pasir has appeared in the Colosseum, and he finally made a choice!"

There was no air in the semi-plane, but the legendary arcane naturally did not need air if he wanted to make a sound. When the powerful and powerful voice sounded in the void, he also opened his hood.

This is an extremely fierce arcane. He has Kong Wu’s powerful body shape, strong muscles, dark skin and scars running through his cheeks.

His eyes were fierce and domineering, like a lion hunting in the wilderness, and what was very appropriate was that he had hair like a lion. At first glance, he looked like a warrior, more than an arcane.

Of course, even when he mentioned that name, he still had a slight pause and sigh.

Oloin Pasir, perhaps in the lower circles, the name is not loud, but in the entire Sandriel Arcane field, the name is so brilliant that it is impossible to see directly.

This person is said to be the first follower of the great arcane Dekentle Toronto. With his growth, he has lived for thousands of years with his human body.

This person was once the most popular tutor in the Arcane Tower. Every time his open class he attracted countless people to listen to, most of them had to shout respectfully when they saw him, Teacher.

It is also this one, almost all the powerful legendary arcane masters were amazed by it. The peak level of the fifth level 25 legend is just the result of his efforts to suppress it. In fact, he is seeking in-depth understanding of the rules and the creation of new arcane techniques.

And these are all for the purpose of returning to Neseril, who will use the sixth-level epic and self-created arcane as a ladder to complete the assessment of the great arcane.

In Netherel, the title of the Great Arcane is never a level of strength, but a symbol of understanding and innovation in arcane.

If you only inherit and learn the knowledge and systems of your predecessors, but do not develop and study in depth, then even if you are strong enough to match a god, you are just an arcane.

But if you can create a new series of arcane skills, then even if you just advance to the legend, you can become a great arcane artist with both power and reputation.

Although this is rare in Netherell's history, everyone is as bright as stars.

For example, the Bigbi Arcanist who got inspiration from the "Hand of the Wizard", created the famous Bigbi Five Palm, from the five rings to the nine rings, namely the Bigbi body guard palm, the Bigbi Vajra palm, the Bigbi grapple palm, the Bigbi high-five, and the Bigbi crushing palm.

For example, the great arcane named Malf, his famous work, Malf MicroMeteor, seems to be a mess, but it is one of the few spells that can produce "real damage".

In other words, no matter how thick the protection is, this spell can directly hit the body and cause damage.

If you can't tell the truth, then to make a more intuitive metaphor, even the defense of the gods and the shield of the divine power cannot be exempted from such real damage.

Therefore, the practitioners of the "Five Fireball Sect" even shouted that as long as our Malf micrometeors are large enough, we can kill the gods.

Back to the truth, Master Oroin did this to fully demonstrate his talents and potential in exchange for the opportunity to jump into the queue on that already long and desperate list.

That's right, what he finally sought was the dream of all the great arcanes, the Star Floating City.

Obviously, the name of Oroin made the atmosphere in the entire temple quiet. After everyone was quiet for a long time, the first legendary arcane in the right hand spoke again.

This is a female legendary arcane, with a beautiful face and a plump figure. Of course, after becoming a legend, they have some means to take care of their bodies.

What makes her most memorable is actually her deep eyes. Anyone who looks at her can feel the intellectuality and calmness that she shows, as if the sky falls without panic.

And her words just point to the hearts of the people: "Master Oroin is the backing of the aristocratic faction. Every year, he takes away a huge amount of resources from the aristocratic faction.

So, isn’t his appearance taken for granted?

Or maybe you have already understood in your heart, but you just don’t want to face it?"

After a pause, His voice sounded again: "I want to say, now, our most urgent task is to find out whether this battle of gladiator will change his mind because of his appearance?

This is the key point!”

The woman's statement was very appropriate, and her analysis was more thorough, which also dispelled the shadow in everyone's heart. The second legendary arcane on the left spoke at the right time: "I can assure you that you will never do this."

Everyone has little contact with the Crown Master above us, so they don’t know much about the personality of that person.

And I can tell you clearly that if Oroin participated in and advised that person before this matter was announced, it is very likely that this battle of gladiator would be ruined.

But now, since that person has been announced, no one can change it!

Oh, maybe the one in the floating city can do it, but other than that, even if the other eight tower masters arrive, they will not force him to change his mind.

After all, this is related to the face of a great arcane.

Oh, no, maybe the one in the floating city can, besides that, even if the other eight tower owners arrive, they will not force him to change his mind.”

The legendary arcane's voice was very cold, just like a snake crawling out of the darkness. From beginning to end, he had not taken off his cloak, so he naturally had no way to see what he looked like.

But it is obvious that this person must have had close contact with Dector Toronto's crown prince, otherwise he would not have known the other person's personality so much.

"This can actually be seen from the side. After all, that Oroin appeared in the Colosseum, not the Arcane Tower."

The female legendary arcane nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then, the following is simple, and the matter returns to the main topic - the battle of gladiators.

Although it seems a bit ridiculous, this battle is extremely important.

If we win, it will be a complete turnaround. The new arcane artists who support us and the mixed-race arcane artists will get a good result.

But if we lose, we may not die as legends, but the people below us will probably die and injured many people, and the rest will be suppressed to the edge, and life will be even worse than now.

So, are we really ready for this battle?"

Speaking of this, the female arcane finally looked at the top of the head, and other legendary arcanes also had this action. When the eyes of the six legendary arcanes gathered, the pressure brought by even the owners here stood up slightly.

Slowly, he uncovered his hood and exposed an old face. His skin was pale and deep wrinkles, indicating that he had lived for a long time, but his body was still strong and powerful, and his bronze skin represented health.

Of course, what attracted the most was the sharp corners on his head, which stretched out from the eyebrow shape. It was not big, but stood proudly and looked extremely eye-catching.

Suddenly, this was a mixed-blood human of the rhino clan, and the orcs had extremely distinct characteristics. After looking around at everyone, he finally stood up.

He spoke with a loud voice: "Please believe me, and we have been in the friendship for so many years."

I have planned this battle for many years and prepared for many years.

In this battle, we will only win and not lose!

A month is not long, let's wait and see. We mixed-race humans, as the future of the Aegean plane, should make our own voice."

...

When Amon learned of the identity of the goblin businessman Grand, he naturally wanted to tell the bear warrior Walter, but after careful consideration, Walter did not choose to break it.

Just kidding, this is a game between two classes, and it has nothing to do with him, an outsider. He doesn't want to join in, nor can he join in.

After all, he is just a gladiator. To put it nicely, he is the king of gladiators. To put it bluntly, he is just a tool for fun.

Moreover, even if he broke it, he could not explain how he got the news.

Of course, although it will not be pierced, it does not mean that Walter will not be wary of Grande's poisoning. His method of dealing with it is also very simple, that is, stock up on food first, and not touching food later.

As the king of gladiator, Walter's daily food supply was almost unlimited. He asked for more every day and stocked up some more. After the goblin Gran was really in action, he chose to pour it out and eat it and reserve it.

This technique is simple and crude, but very effective.

At least, in Amon's observation, except for Walter and Richard, everyone else was basically poisoned, and this poison was indeed as magical as the mysterious arcane said.

As for Richard, although he was a little strange about these things, he did not ask much. At least in his opinion, this battle of dog-biting dogs had nothing to do with him.

He has been calm in his own learning and cultivation. After entering the second level, his progress rate has not slowed down, but his practice of combat skills has fallen into some bottlenecks.

It’s not that he was not skilled enough, or that there was something obvious in his way of exerting force, but that he always had a childish attitude.

In the joint diagnosis of Amon and Walter, it can be confirmed that Richard actually lacks actual combat and continuous practical combat.

Fighting skills are ultimately used to kill people, and only by fighting and wandering between life and death can Richard quickly get rid of his immaturity and grow up quickly.

And time passes quickly through these little bits of waste.

So, in the blink of an eye, this highly anticipated battle finally began.
Chapter completed!