The Grand Arena of Yingyang City is a brilliant building in the entire city. Not only Yingyang City, but almost every city of some size, the Grand Arena is an extremely important and largest building.

As the main city of Yingyang, Yingyangcheng is round, and gradually increases from the ground from the inside to the outside. The outer wall is 50 meters high, circling the land in the middle of Yingyangcheng.

Zhou Mo looked up at the Arena, with the outer walls with a cold gray tone mottled color. I don’t know how many heroes’ souls were broken here, and how many men were sprinkled in the field.

Chen Yang walked off the carriage, with a pair of mitral high heels standing behind Zhou Mo, almost the same height as Zhou Mo. Seeing Zhou Mo looking up at the arena, he couldn't help but approach and reminded:

"Your Excellency, the time is almost over, it's time for us to go in!"

Zhou Mo nodded and walked from the noble passage to the grand arena.

Walking into the passage of the Grand Arena, the loud voice from the arena came into your ears.

"Today, the knights showdown, the bear knight of the leader of the Eagle Yang Grand Duke, and the Snow Wolf Knight of the Sea Kingdom!"

"Today, the knights are glorious, and they fight to defend the dignity and honor of the lord!"

"Today, the knights are brave, they will fight for life and death until one side is defeated!"

"Today, the knights will sacrifice, and some will prove their loyalty with their blood, and some will forge their glory with their lives!"

Listening to this loud voice, Zhou Mo and Chen Yang walked out of their fellow roads and came to the stands. The waiter guided them to the center of the northern stands and the best view.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, Zhou Mo's pores all over his body became trembling. This ancient building that had been built for countless years, just by stepping on it, Zhou Mo's blood boiled and his fighting spirit was thriving.

Zhou Mo's eyes swept away. The huge circular building, 50 meters high, was 1,000 meters away from north to south, and was full of black people, and was full of crowds of people.

"The entire Yingyang City is probably all coming here!"

He sighed, and the waiter who was leading the way heard it. The waiter turned around and smiled and said:

"It's just that on weekdays, two quasi-black iron veterans fight to the death. There are thousands of civilians who come to see it. Today is a duel between a son of a grand prince and a princess in the empire. Forty Mithril Knights and a golden baron will fight here in blood. The news will only be released for three days, and Eagle Yang City will be empty today."

Zhou Mo nodded and continued to move forward. The aristocratic area was not crowded. Everyone stayed in separate private rooms based on their families or forces.

At this moment, the loud voice came back:

"Now, cheer, shout, and welcome the knights with your voice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire arena was slightly shocked, as if countless people were stepping on and exerting force at the same time.

Then, the extremely huge sound wave burst out and rushed straight into the sky!

It was a bit messy at the beginning, but after a few breaths, it was unified into one sentence:

"The winner is glorious, the loser is dead!"

"The winner is glorious, the loser is dead!"

The sound waves surged, one wave higher than another. When Zhou Mo was led into a private room door with a number one sign, the sound waves had already rushed into the sky.

The door of the private room was gently opened, but the private room was so large, but there were only three people.

Ruiwen Noah sat in the middle, Qianshu stood beside her, and a short old man with a high and pointed hat was standing in front of the railings facing the arena, looking down at the entire arena.

Zhou Mo looked back.

Two teams of knights came along on both sides of the north and south. On the south are the knights of the King of Sea Kingdom, all riding snow wolf with black armor on their bodies. On the mitral silver armor, the fine mitral pattern of the same color flashed, and a faint light scattered.

Coming to the north was the knights of the Yingyang Grand Duke's Mansion. The burly mountain bear was completely covered with blood-red fur, with only a pair of eyes remaining on his body maintaining the original color. Moreover, the armor made of black iron on the bear was extremely ferocious. The knights on it were also wearing hisil silver armor, one team held heavy swords in its hands, and one team spanned the long swords at its waist.

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

"The winner is glorious, the loser is dead!"

The sound gradually became simpler and finally merged into five words.

"Glory, or death."

A faint sadness flashed in his black eyes, and Zhou Mo stepped into the private room.

Qianshu arranged a seat beside Ruiwen Nalong with a wink, but Zhou Mo did not go to sit. She walked to Ruiwen Nalong, looked at the blue-gold butterfly mask on Ruiwen Nalong's face, and said:

"Your Highness, time has been found out. Just when the second duel began, it was almost evening when the bucket truck carrying filth returned to the city. In addition to Al Lion Heart, there were six military intelligence personnel from the Imperial Capital, at least Mithrilan or above, but there seemed to be no mysterious life involved."

Ruiwen-Naron leaned lazily on the luxurious soft chair prepared in the arena, nodded slightly, and asked:

“Where is the route?”

Zhou Mo replied:

"The barrel carts were always on the north gate, but the people of Al-Silhouette had contact with the vegetable cart fleet and did not rule out the possibility of going to the west gate."

"But once they set out, the route will be set and they will definitely get the news as soon as possible."

Ruimin Nalong glanced at Zhou Mo with satisfaction, and the green eyes were gentle like water. However, when he looked at Zhou Mo's black eyes that looked like stubborn stone last year, Ruimin Nalong's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a vague feeling.

Suppressing his strangeness, Ruiwen Nalong relaxed his hands and asked Zhou Mo to sit down, but Zhou Mo shook his head and refused, and stood at the railing facing the arena in front of the private room.

In the arena, the four teams of knights have arrived at the center of the arena, with distinct armor and confrontation between a distance of 100 meters.

At this moment, the loud voice came back:

"Glory, or death!"

The translucent and high voice briefly suppressed the cheers in the arena. The entire arena was quiet. Zhou Mo was a little curious. Who was talking about this person? Just open his mouth and let tens of thousands of viewers in the huge arena be silent.

The arena became quiet, with only the friction of metal armor in the field, the heavy breath of mounts, and the metal sound of the knight pulling out the weapon.

"Now, the knight is loyal and brave enough to the lord!"

The high voice became solemn and echoed throughout the arena.

The four teams of knights turned neatly, and raised weapons on their mounts. The cold-shining weapons stood on their chests, as if praying to the lord who was high above.

The knights wear armor and face the king but do not leave. This is the rule of the Otto Empire since ancient times. When the knights go to war, they only perform sword rituals to all noble people.

"Knight stands up his sword, at this moment..."

The voice was pulled long, waiting for the response of nearly 100,000 viewers in the arena.

"glory!"

"glory!"

"glory!"

The mountains roared and the sea roared, like the earth shattered, the sound waves rushed to the sky, and the clouds dispersed in an instant, as if the sun was about to witness the glory of the knights at this moment.

However, Zhou Mo looked down at the black eyes of the arena, and the sadness became stronger and the decision in his heart became more and more absolute.

It’s better not to have the glory given by others!
Chapter completed!