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Chapter 87 The Big Arena (5)

In the big arena, the audience was still immersed in the sudden change of day and night, under the terrifying power of thunder roaring, two baron knights appeared on the stage, and the arena was still quiet.

Two pure gold beings, both nobles, stood ten meters apart, and a high-pitched voice sounded in the arena:
"Grand Duke Yingyang, Baron Thorn, Dar-Sham."

Dar Sihan, who was sitting on the mutated mountain bear, raised his heavy sword with both hands and signaled to the audience in the arena.

Dar Sihan was tall and tall, sitting on the mutated mountain bear, he didn't look petite at all. He raised the knight's epee with both hands. A fierce murderous aura burst out.

Seeing Dar Sihan's extraordinary momentum, the audience in the arena became a little more enthusiastic, and the noise resumed, but no one dared to offend Rui Wen Nalong again.

In the stands, Chen Yang explained to Zhou Mo:

"The family of the Earl of Thorns is the vassal family of Duke Yingyang. The descendants of all generations have been playmates who grew up with the descendants of Duke Yingyang, and will become the guards of the descendants of Duke Yingyang when they grow up. Chief of the guard."

Zhou Mo glanced at the thorn pattern on Dar-Shan's chest, and asked curiously:
"Isn't the thorn pattern the coat of arms of Duke Yingyang's family? Why is there still an Earl of Thorns?"

Chen Yang heard the words, pursed her lips and chuckled, and explained again:
"Grand Duke Yingyang's family coat of arms is not a pattern of thorns, but an eagle's nest made of thorns. It is composed of 970 thorns. When the two sons of Yingyang's family travel, the number of thorns on their clothes must be this number." .It’s just that people who don’t know the inside can easily mistake it for the pattern of thorns.”

Zhou Mo nodded. When copying Hogg-Yingyang's experience light group, he really didn't pay attention to this aspect. His attention was all on Hogg-Yingyang's training methods, swordsmanship and warfare training.

At this time, in the arena, the high-pitched voice sounded again:
"The Kingdom of the Sea, Baron Yonggull, Lonla Diku."

Longla Diku didn't say anything, just sat silently in the sea dragon's SH, and a faint frosty breath spewed out from the nostrils of the dragon.

Zhou Mo, who was standing on the platform, was attracted by Longla Diku's right hand on the long knife handle at his waist.

Zhou Mo was very familiar with that posture. He had seen this posture of holding the knife countless times in the experience of Dalong the Dead Knife.

"Quick and quick knife slash, Baron Yongou seems to want to decide the outcome with one blow!"

Zhou Mo said something, and Chen Yang's beautiful eyes lit up beside him, and he responded:

"Your Excellency is right. Baron Yonggu's sword is as fast as lightning. In the one-on-one duel in the kingdom of the sea, no opponent has ever made a second move under his sword."

Concentrating his energy, Zhou Mo intends to take a good look at the Baron Yongou's sword, which is stronger or weaker than the Death Sword Dalong, Zhou Mo will never forget, the death sword Dalong's sword light is like a white rainbow rushing into the sun.

Ruiwen-Nalong's blue eyes glanced at Zhou Mo's back. This person really still has the heart to watch the duel. Could it be that he really didn't do anything in that matter?There are no mistakes or omissions in the information provided?

Outside the city, Fatty Wild Boar led a group of gang brothers. After drinking water by the water, he seemed to be wiping off the sweat on his body. The little leader of the Wild Tiger Gang ran over and urged loudly:

"You savages, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up, when the men give you gold, I don't see you dawdling like this!"

The wild boar gave the brothers a wink, motioning them to continue scrubbing, then straightened up and said:

"Hey, this old man, that's not what he said. You know what we do, old man. If you don't wash it up, how can you enter the city? Mother-in-law, how can the river water here not just be washed?"

The little boss rolled his eyes, kicked the wild boar somersaults, and fell into the water.

"What are you talking about, hurry up, you must leave immediately."

Then he stepped forward and kicked them one by one. The wild boar stood up in embarrassment from the water, a fierce light flashed in his small eyes, but after raising his head, he calmed down and became bullied. A cowardly man who dared not fight back.

Leading a group of brothers slowly to the road, at this moment, the gravel on the road shook slightly, the wild boar's ears moved, and there was the sound of heavy mounts rushing in the distance.

The wild boars have noticed the movement, and Al Lionheart and several adamantine beings from the Military Intelligence Bureau will naturally not miss it.

Al Lionheart's long golden hair stood up slightly, his eyes changed to cryptic silver, and his hand was already holding the epee behind him.

But the little boss, not knowing what was going to happen, was still shouting:

"Give way, let's make way, didn't you hear that there are noble people who want to pass by, let's make way!"

This is a must-have ability for a gangster who lives in Yingyang City. He needs to bully the weak and fear the hard, and his eyes and ears must be able to capture sensitive information. Obviously, this little boss is one of the best. He knows who is coming just by the sound of his horse running. It's either rich or expensive, anyway, it's the kind he can't afford.

The wild boar smiled secretly, this blind leader of the Wild Tiger Gang helped him a lot, and quickly greeted him together:
"Let it go, let it go, line up the cars and pull over..."

Seeing the wild boars, several brothers of the Wild Boar Gang also got busy and parked all the barrel carts on the side of the road near the river.

The wild boar also pretended to check it from beginning to end, reprimanded several rows of untidy coachmen, and then ran to the little leader of the Wild Tiger Gang, nodding and bowing to ask for credit.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the wild boar, but no one noticed that several brothers of the wild boar gang hooked each barrel car with thin, hair-thin, transparent silk threads.

Under the surface of the river, a brother of the Wild Boar Gang tied a handful of silk threads to a water wheel by the river.

The water wheel was turning, and several knights riding sea dragons were approaching not far away.

The moment Al-Lionheart saw Hai Long's mount clearly, his whole body had turned into the color of mithril, and beside him, five military intelligence officers in big black cloaks also held their weapons.

The transparent silk thread was stretched slowly, and a drop of sweat slowly seeped out of the wild boar's forehead.

On the arena, a long horn sounded, desolate and majestic. In the sound of the horn, countless knights stepped on their mounts and marched forward bravely.

I don't know how many soldiers have spilled blood on the battlefield, and their souls have been broken.

The sound of the horn fell, with an echoing lingering sound.

A copper-colored sword light flashed away, and the sound of the sword's sound was mixed with the aftermath of the horn, bringing everyone into the shadow of swords and swords at once. With a snort, two faint frosty breaths left two groups of ice marks on the ground.

The knight patted Hai Long, and Hai Long turned around lazily and walked towards the door.

On top of the mutated mountain bear, a head wearing a golden helmet rolled down...

The big arena was quiet for a moment, and it seemed that everyone was immersed in the battlefield intertwined with horns and knives, but they didn't know that the battle was over.

(End of this chapter)