Chapter 614: Ishruna Imaginary Number in the World of Painting
That night,
Darlington Arena,
Since the damaged wall has not been completely repaired, Mikael and Tonelli can sneak into the arena very easily. The [Invisibility] effect stripped from the [Source] is unexpectedly good, except for the breath and sound.
In addition, even the disturbance of magic power can be perfectly concealed, successfully deceiving the supervision of the fairy domain covering the entire Darlington.
Judging from the information given by Apokalis, the structure of the Colosseum is not too complicated, it can even be said to be simple. The surface layer is the amphitheater used for gladiators, while the underground layer is for the gladiators.
A recovery area and training area to replenish magic power and physical strength and heal injuries.
Although all tonight's gladiatorial battles have been canceled due to damage to the walls of the arena, the training area is still brightly lit, with topless gladiators fighting against their enemies, with the noise of clashing swords and roars
Intertwined and echoing on the underground floor, it sounded like some kind of fanatical battlefield.
"Is this how these gladiators usually train?"
Tonelli looked at the two gladiators not far away and the two goblins fell on the ring, bleeding profusely. If he hadn't deliberately avoided the vital points, I'm afraid these two goblins would have died long ago. How could they have waited for medical treatment?
The team came for treatment.
"It's really... bloody."
There was a flash of disgust in her eyes. If it was just to please others and please the lord here, these fairies and humans would fight to the death in the arena. It was really ridiculous.
Thinking back to the happy scene of humans and fairies she saw when she first arrived in Darlington, Tonelli couldn't help but tighten the stick of choice in her hand. This was not the vision she expected. At least, humans and fairies should not live in harmony.
This is achieved in this way.
"Being distracted at this time can be fatal."
The crisp snap of fingers rang in her ears, waking Tonellico up. She looked at Mikael with a blush on her face, knowing what kind of mistake she had made.
"You hate Darlington's arena system?"
Naturally, Mikael also saw what Tonelli could see before, and also saw more that she didn't see. In fact, the two goblins were quite lucky, and they would be carried out in other training areas soon.
A lifeless corpse, such a sight is very common here, life is worthless here.
"Um."
Without hesitation, Tonelli nodded vigorously.
"But I think Lord Darlington has done a pretty good job. At least he has established a set of practical rules and can stick to them."
"But for such a rule, is it really worth sacrificing so many fairies and humans?"
"I don't dare to make a random conclusion about whether it's worth it, but the worst rules are better than no rules. Compared with other places in Britain, Darlington is at least a fair place."
Mikael touched Tonellico's soft hair. Obviously Tonellico did not fully understand what he said, because this was completely different from the Utopia in her mind, but her experience during this period made her feel
Feeling slightly confused.
"Okay, it's too early for you to ask this question now. Let's go to the second underground floor first."
Although the entrance to the second underground floor is not that obvious, it is not too difficult to find. Standing in front of the door are two fully armed goblin guards. Compared with the goblin guards outside who are responsible for maintaining order in Darlington, their equipment
It must be more sophisticated, and its strength has reached that of a high-ranking fairy.
But even so, they still couldn't spot Mikael and Tonellico who were strutting past in front of them.
Walking down the sloping stone tunnel, the entrance to the second floor soon came into view. You could vaguely see the shadows of goblin guards patrolling. Compared with the underground floor, the atmosphere here was much more solemn and solemn.
There was a slight smell of blood in the air, and occasionally, shrill wails could be heard.
The humans or fairies imprisoned here are all beings who have violated Darlington's laws. They are used as sparring partners for gladiators to show their residual value. At the same time, they can also participate in gladiatorial fights. If they win twenty games, they can be cleared.
It is not impossible to feel guilty, regain freedom, and join the Goblin Guards.
It's just that in the past hundred years, there have been no such fairies or humans, and the most powerful prisoner only won fifteen games before being killed.
The thought of his people being imprisoned in such a place made Tonelli's heart ache, and he wanted to rescue Royle immediately.
"Don't worry, you will succeed."
As if sensing Tonellico's emotional fluctuations, Mikael held her hand and comforted her softly.
"Um."
Tonellico nodded, and then noticed the hand being held. After a symbolic struggle, he felt the warmth transmitted from his palm, and his anxious mood was inexplicably relieved.
The two people arrived at the second underground floor. Before they made any move, inexplicable fluctuations suddenly surrounded them, and then the space was distorted.
"Mikael?!"
Tonelli looked at Mikael who suddenly disappeared next to him, and couldn't help but exclaimed. Apparently someone had already arranged the mysterious teleportation fairy here, waiting for them to deliver it to his door.
She clenched the staff of choice tightly, feeling the remaining warmth in her palm. After a brief panic, she quickly regained her composure. She believed in Mikael's strength and believed that he would return safely.
Now she just needs to do what she should do.
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The top floor of Darlington Arena.
This is where Lord Darlington lives. In the solemn palace, the tall and burly Earth Clan goblin is sitting on the Iron Throne, leaning on his chin and taking a nap.
He is Lord Roderick of Darlington. His naked upper body is covered with criss-crossing scars. It can be seen how many fierce battles he has experienced. His cold face, like a stone carving, occasionally reveals his passion for battle inadvertently.
eager.
It's just that no goblin in Darlington has been able to catch his spinning ax for a long time, so he can only sit here, bored and watching the children below playing house.
Suddenly, the space in front of him was distorted, and a figure fell from it and appeared in front of him.
Roderick narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a sharp light. Compared with other weak gladiators, the goblin in front of him actually gave him a sense of danger.
He grinned heartily, glanced at his beard and cocked it proudly, and his broad hand couldn't help but touch the ferocious flying ax leaning on his side. The iron ax blade had drunk too much blood, and it glowed in the moonlight.
Scarlet cold light
The ax is in hand, all he needs is prey, and now the prey has appeared.