Chapter 447

In the dark prison, continuous gray white rocks are built into hard walls, and narrow ventilation holes at intervals make the air flow smooth, but it is relatively humid.

Dim lights scattered on the ground, vaguely seeing countless intricate channels.

In the gray world, every cell is clearly visible.

The dark iron door in front of the cell fits perfectly into the wall, and a square hole is opened three feet above the ground to place food and water and maintain the energy of the prisoners.

Along the cold ground, the stone slabs poured out, and you can see five inch thick iron bars standing tall. Each cell separated from different areas is heavily locked with iron locks. It is like hell.

Creak.

The shrill sound of the door leaf sounded, and then the regular pace echoed in the passage, beating the reef like a tide.

Rows of sharp armored Knox soldiers orderly stepped into the cell, opened the iron lock, and the sharp blades on their waists were slightly scabbard and glittering with cold light.

"Come out."

Hundreds of iron gates opened at the same time, bringing together a symphony of pain in hell.

With dim lights shining, a prisoner in a good mental state walked slowly in the gray channel, staggered in turn, and formed a trend team with nearby prisoners.

Orderly pace, no resistance.

In this prison, they have already suffered what they should eat. For their own small life, they must learn to change.

Especially when I first entered the prison, the shrill screams in the dark interrogation room never stopped, which made people feel numb.

In the intricate passage, except for the sound of footsteps, there was a quiet atmosphere. All the prisoners remained silent. When they looked carefully, they had similarities: there was no fluctuation of life energy, as if they were ordinary people.

However, the Knox soldiers on both sides, head and tail looked cold. The sharp blade in the waist never came into the sheath. They were always on guard around, and their indifferent eyes focused on a small group of people with different temperaments in the prisoner team.

Or bloodthirsty, or superior, or indifferent, or pious.

These prisoners were mercenaries, knights, masters, murderers and temple personnel. Dreven personally arranged the performance. Only under the potion studied by singid, they completely lost their extraordinary ability and became ordinary people.

The road was gradually approaching, and slowly a noisy voice came to the channel.

Before the prisoners reflected, the Knox soldiers took out the sharp blade around their waist, quickly separated and took away each prisoner and entered the long arranged channel.

The noise was loud.

In front of the last heavy iron fence, each prisoner can clearly see the crowded audience platform outside, and they can feel the emotions outside.

Expectations? doubt? excitement?

Especially after seeing these prisoners in place, some people shouted loudly, exaggerating the gradually chaotic atmosphere around them.

"Gladiator?" many prisoners recognized their current identity and their faces changed slightly. Fortunately, they could reasonably control their emotional movements.

It's a ridiculous change from a once bright identity to a lower level prisoner.

They use only a narrow angle to observe the nearby prisoners, which will be the enemy they will face.

However, they don't know their playing order, the rules of this prison, or even what fate they will face in the end.

Subtle agitation pervaded the prisoners.

But the cold eyes of the Knox soldiers behind them warned them that it was best not to have additional ideas.

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The winter sun at noon hides in the clouds like cicada wings, looming and appearing from time to time, scattering warm brilliance.

Looking down from the sky, the black prison is like a semicircular sphere. In the middle is a concave site full of yellow sand. The surrounding stands are trapezoidal and orderly.

At the moment, more than 10000 people have gathered in the stands of the prison, which is also mixed with many other intelligent races. Subtle voices condense into a wave and beat the wall.

Most of them are the leaders of Valoran, and the early publicity is in place.

--The bloody performance of the executed prisoners sounds like attracting people's inner curiosity.

On the stands, there are also some wandering mercenaries, traders and representatives of forces with different thoughts.

On the top of the prison, in the only gray black box.

There are many hidden eyes looking here in the stands. Unfortunately, the gorgeous landing glass blocks the line of sight and can't see through the scene inside.

Modrian sits in the main position, with heroes sitting on both sides. The atmosphere is normal. He occasionally talks and laughs with the heroes.

On the right side of the noxas Legion headed by sville, in addition to SAIN's staying outside the sad door, dreus and clei took their seats in turn, and then Tucci, edgat and singid. These three guys stayed together recently. They didn't know what to do, with a strong smell of alchemy.

On the left side, Galen is the leader with complex forces. The second seat is Aishi, followed by Bobby, Fiona, Quinn and gulagas. They sit together. As for Timo and Kennan, they have other tasks and have no time to participate in the performance held by dreven.

Zhao Xin and Jie stood behind modrian, and youmi drove the golden magic code around the top of the box. He occasionally talked with Bobby, but avoided Swein's direction.

Obviously, the accident frightened it.

"Do you want to teach those unscrupulous guys a lesson?" he looked at the smell of exploration outside the colored glass, and his red eyes twinkled behind his armor.

The gorgeous glazed glass is specially customized by dreven to singid and integrates some of Zuan's Alchemy technology. Sitting inside, you can clearly overlook the site in the central prison and perfectly separate the outer space.

"No, that's it. Anyway, they can't see it. And no matter what, others are also guests who buy tickets." modrian gently shook his head and refused. He immediately looked at the high platform not far from the box. Tall stone seats were placed on it, tiled with snow-white animal fur.

"Dreven really has absolute acting talent."

The prison, which took only half a year to build, covers an area of about 50000 square meters and was completed by war masons, demacia armourmakers and craftsmen in the city of irvindale.

It was not necessary to create such a magnificent and majestic scene, which was mainly created in order to meet his inner thoughts after de Levin joined halfway.

Looking slightly, modrian saw many familiar forces, such as the temple of wealth, the temple of power, many aristocratic forces of limontanlu, and some great aristocrats with obvious upper class temperament.

"Those are nobles from the south of stoke kingdom. Their purpose is very simple. They inquire into the reality of the territory in order to make changes in line with interests." Zhao Xin explained on his side.

The sudden change of Limon Tanlu makes the situation in Stoke Kingdom quite chaotic. In particular, the Valoran leader is entrenched in the north and is watching the change of the situation. Such uncertain actions make some nobles beat drums in their hearts.

Dong -- Dong -- Dong -- Dong

The rapid sound of bells and drums echoed over the prison to suppress the noise.

The iron doors around the auditorium opened, and rows of Knox bloody cavalry and trefari corps soldiers, dressed in black and heavy armor, stepped out, standing in front of each other at an interval of five meters. The Knox long sword in the waist was half out of its scabbard, cold and cold.

Then life energy emerged, alternately fused and connected into pieces, guarding and frightening the audience with different thoughts behind them.

"These soldiers..." the spies hidden in the crowd and the forces were frightened, because the soldiers in the field of vision at least had the strength of great knights, and even the breath of the leaders was uncertain... Knight Commander?

Ha, is this a joke? The Knight Commander works as a guard in prison?!

More than that, they looked back. In the wider grandstand behind them, a Knox expeditionary cavalry stood away, and the surging breath was an extraordinary knight.

Damn it, is it just the power to maintain order in prison so terrible? Many spies and forces were shocked.

"Tut Tut, dreus, trefari Legion soldiers, noxas blood cavalry..." modrian turned to dreus and said with a smile. "So many people, does that guy dreven reimburse you for the return fee?"

Hearing the voice, dreus bowed his head slightly and said, "it's just a day to mobilize, and it won't hinder the defense force of the gate of sorrow..."

Modrian raised his hand, interrupted dreus's words, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just kidding." he rarely interfered with the lives of his heroes. The relationship between dreus and dreven is well known. He was not surprised to have such an arrangement, but dreus was a little nervous.

Soon he skipped the topic and looked at svein. "Is this the beginning?"

"Yes, the performance will begin immediately." Swain nodded gently with a smile on his mouth. The embarrassed dreus was rarely seen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the exciting delay alliance!"