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Chapter 918 Chapter 149. Theater Fight
In the morning of Montreal Mountain, if you run from the mountain garden at the top to the foot of the mountain, you will always see the magnificent sunrise. And vice versa.

The premiere of "300" was held in the early morning after the sun rose completely.

Outside the Moonlight Opera House, the old ruins still stood there, but just across the street there were lined up with gorgeous carriages.

Annan and Selita Dena stood at the door of the Moonlight Opera House, welcoming the wealthy people who were invited.

Many of them were old acquaintances of Annan, such as Isabel, the jeweler Reiss, students from the Montreal Royal Academy of Magic - and the unexpected guests who were also on the invitation list, Monson Montreal and the other two.

"Annan Reeves, we have responded to your invitation." Monzon Montreal said with a proud smile.

Annan said expressionlessly: "If you are here, you are a guest. Please come in."

“I’m looking forward to this magical video.”

"Me too."

Annan and Monzon Montreal smiled identically.

"You hate him?"

Selita Dena asked as he led Cynthia and Anok inside.

After so much time had passed, this ghost with a tragic life experience was no longer afraid of humans. It even made a few human friends and was given a magic pendant that allowed it to stand in the sun for a short period of time like it does now.

"Very."

"I'll let the thorns mess him up," said Selita Dana.

The Moonlight Opera House occasionally has annoying, frivolous guests, and they are very good at this.

"no, I'm fine."

Annan changed his mind.

Almost all the invitations sent out were received, with only a dozen or so not coming. Annan asked the ticket seller to sell a few tickets to the lucky ones waiting outside, and walked into the Moonlight Opera House.

As the audience took their seats, the unrepaired and dilapidated dome of the Moonlight Opera House gradually turned into stars in the night sky.

"This is what Lina asked her teacher to arrange for us," said Selita Dena.

"Is she here?"

"Well, there..." Selita Dena stretched out an illusory finger and pointed at a girl in a wizard robe in the front row.

The pattern of a planet to a new world appeared on the curtain, and the audience's whispers gradually subsided.

"300: Liberty City" begins with the peaceful countryside of Liberty City: Skeleton farmers are driving away birds and harvesting autumn wheat in the wheat fields, white dragons are circling over the tranquil blue sea, and goblins and a group of children are chasing each other.

The Liberty City that reappeared before people's eyes after a magical film was weird and desirable.

However, as the war in the north broke out, the Hellfire Legion set out and followed Annan to the north to garrison the Great Wall, and then hunted down the ratmen - this part completely restored history.

The scenes of the Hellfire Legion fighting made the audience exclaim, "What kind of weapon is this?" and "Where did they get so many magic props?" The few people who knew what it was introduced it to the audience around them.

"It's all fancy stuff. What's the difference between this and a bow and arrow?" Monzon Montreal said disdainfully.

"Shh..."

His voice was a little loud, so the old lady sitting in the back seat asked him to speak more quietly.

After the hunt came the Battle of Hell Mountain. The Or Empire took over the command of the coalition forces. After being ordered to hold Hell Mountain until August 12, the ratmen all over the mountain suffocated the audience outside the curtain.

The cold battle reports were not at all as shocking as what they saw with their own eyes. The audience gradually forgot about the "three hundred" and their moods fluctuated as Hell Mountain was lost and then as Liberty City recruited foreign aid to retake it.

Finally, it was the early morning of August 12. The audience felt sorry for Ymir's sacrifice, but also felt relieved that they opened the portal and retreated, and then they found that the plot was only one-third of the way through.

The warriors fought their way out of the wilderness as they were being chased and blocked by ratmen. However, the number of ratmen increased, so a warrior named Blom decided to lead 300 warriors to stop the ratmen.

Bang - Monson Montreal, who was getting more and more bored, suddenly felt something falling on his head. He reached out to wipe it and put it to the tip of his nose - a fishy stench hit him in the face.

"Damn it!"

Monzon Montreal stood up immediately.

"sit down!"

The audience behind him all looked at him in dismay.

Monzon Montreal had no choice but to sit back down, wiping it with his handkerchief in disgust while complaining: "It's disgusting... Why don't you fix it when it's so torn?"

"Shh-"

The old lady gestured for silence again.

“Uncle Monsong, look…” Cynthia suddenly pointed at the curtain.

Monzon Montreal looked up and saw familiar clothes.

That is……

"Kingdom of Rekane, you come to me with the heads of our compatriots and threaten us with death and slavery. It is already a mercy of mine that I did not kill you..." Blom said coldly to the envoy from the Kingdom of Rekane who came to persuade him to surrender.

The envoy, who had the same skin color, hair color, and clothing style as the Montreal family, screamed: "Don't you know your current situation? This is simply crazy!"

"crazy?"

Blom drew his sword and stabbed the envoy in the chest.

"This is the Liberty City people!"

“How hateful…”

What was even more unacceptable to Monzon Montreal than this scene was the muttering of Princess Cynthia next to him.

"Princess, this isn't real. Just like that guy's previous magic videos, it's all fake!"

"Shhh!!!"

The old lady was so anxious that she almost stood up.

The audience around was filled with indignation, and Monzon Montreal's face was livid. They were almost pointing at themselves and cursing...

What made him most sad and angry was that these were all fake and never happened!

The kingdom was forced by the ratmen to hide in the new king and he dared not come out. Bad news was sent to the front line every day. How could the kingdom have the energy to go to the northern battlefield to cause trouble for them!
After wiping away the bird shit, Monzon Montreal no longer cared about the magic image. The 300 warriors died, and if it wasn’t for the wrong location, he would have stood up and cheered—

That bastard… I should have known it earlier!
Finally, the magic image ended and Monzon Montreal stood up in the dome that had regained its brightness. Just as he was about to turn around, a scream that pierced the air suddenly sounded from the side.

"They are envoys from the Kingdom of Rekanel!"

Hundreds of disgusted glances were cast in his direction. Monzon Montreal froze in place and shouted with the audience who had gathered around him: "We are guests of the empire, you can't do this!"

"It's so noisy! They've been chattering non-stop since the movie started!" An old lady with a cane suddenly squeezed in and hit Monzon Montreal.

Someone took the lead and other spectators followed suit.

"Don't hit my uncle!"

Arnock shouted, and then joined the others in being beaten, but no one bothered Princess Cynthia next to her.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

The guards came late and squeezed into the crowd. While pretending to stop everyone, they kicked the guy hard on the back several times, "Stop! I'll beat you to death... Stop beating! We've already notified the city guards!"

(End of this chapter)