This is a large-scale competition venue that has not been built for a long time. It is located in Beicheng, close to the fighter training camp. It is said to be large, but in fact the site used for competition is only the size of a football field.
Surrounded by high platforms, there are five floors in total, and the trials have already been crowded before the start of the trial.
In fact, if you go to the fourth floor, if you have poor eyesight, you will not be able to see the details clearly, but most of the spectators who can only sit on the fourth or fifth floor come here to take pictures of the atmosphere, and they don’t care whether they can see clearly, anyway. As long as we can determine who wins in the end.
Compared with the fourth and fifth floors, which are mostly watched by civilians, the third floor is for soldiers above the middle level or people in charge with a little bit of status. The first floor belongs to the nobles, high-ranking fighters and people of the temple in Black Earth City. The second layer is the same clan of the selectors of each tribe and some people who are not high in status in Heitu City.
Not long after Yan Mo entered the stands on the second floor, he discovered that the gambling industry had begun to rise in Black Earth City. Perhaps because of the chance psychology in human nature, gambling and prostitution have always been said to be the two oldest professions, followed by the killer industry.
But the gambling here is controlled in the hands of the dignitaries of Black Earth City, which is equivalent to state-run
On the second floor, there are also special signing boys who come to ask if you want to bet on which fighter, and you can bet on up to three people.
If you want to bet on someone, you can buy the corresponding wooden stick with yuan crystal coins or bone coins from the signing boy. The wooden stick will have the tribe name and warrior name of the warrior, and the color of the end of the wooden stick will be the same as that of the dominoes.
Writing, this is Yan Mo's second biggest discovery in Black Earth City. Sure enough, the three cities already have systematic characters, which belong to the pictographic category. They are said to be characters, and they are more like stick figures. His master, Cha Wu, also found out that he did not know the common characters of the three cities, and was forcing him to learn.
Yan Mo will learn another foreign language, he does not intend to give up the square characters that have been used in Jiuyuan, who said that culture must be unified? It is entirely possible to develop more than one.
His master was also very interested in the square characters he had learned from the Temple of the Ancestor God. While teaching him the common characters of the three cities, he learned Jiuyuan square characters from him.
Yan Mo stopped the lottery boy and asked him how to bet.
The signing boy has been trained and explained very clearly: "My lord, according to the color of the dominoes, the price of buying the corresponding wooden sticks is also different. The lowest level white wooden stick warrior can bet with only ten bone coins, and the highest level The purple wooden sign warriors need more than one first-level Yuanjing coin to bet. Do you want to bet on the warriors of your own tribe?"
"Ok."
The signing boy's eyes fell on the green card hanging on Yan Mo's waist, and he said casually: "The minimum bet for a green wooden sign warrior is 100 bone coins. How much do you bet, my lord?"
"I bet on three people, and three second-level yuan crystal coins respectively bet on the green lottery Jiuyuan warrior Yuanzhan, Heishui warrior Yingshi and Da'ao warrior Zizhen."
The signing boys who can come to serve on the second floor have all seen the world. I am not very surprised to hear that the old man in front of me bet three second-level yuan crystal coins at once. There are more tribes betting in front. It is not surprising that five-level Yuanjing coins are issued.
"My lord, these are the wooden sticks of the three soldiers you bet on. Please keep them away." The stick holder found the wooden sticks corresponding to the three of them from the wooden barrel on its back, and dipped a special paint on the wooden sticks with its fingers. tail end.
Yan Mo recognized that it was a symbol representing a number in the Sancheng characters.
Ding Ning and Ding Fei were interested and wanted to place a bet, but they didn't move, they all looked at Yan Mo first.
Yan Mo also wanted them to earn some pocket money, so he nodded with a smile.
So including Bing and Da Da, they all bet on the same fighters as Yan Mo, but they didn't have many Yuan Jing coins, so they didn't want to bet more. Only Ding Fei was bold and put a second-level Yuan Jing on Yuan Zhan. currency.
The old witch cursed sympathy for his disciples, "You are so poor, you just need to collect Yuanjing coins like this. This is not acceptable. Yuanjing coins are very useful, and you need to prepare more in the future. Master, let me bet too, and the others forget it. I will bet on Ah Zhan, that kid will definitely win."
The old man took it out of his arms while Yan Mo was sharp-eyed, seeing that he took out a bulging skin and was about to throw it to the lottery boy, he quickly hugged his arm to stop him and said, "Master, that's enough, that's enough. "
Then he sent the signing boy away.
The signing boy felt good, and went to the next house with a wooden barrel filled with a lot of wooden sticks.
The old man was not happy, "What are you afraid of? With me here, Ah Zhan will definitely win!"
"Master, it's not for this reason. I also have high-level crystals, but our purpose is not to win more crystal coins, so just play around. And don't do anything, Ah Zhan can win by himself." Yan Mo I don't know much about the strength of the old man, and I'm afraid that he will be noticed by the priests of the Black Earth City Temple.
The old man didn't know what he was thinking, but he reached out and touched Yan Mo's head in a "kindly" way, then took out several bulging bags from his arms and stuffed them into Yan Mo's hands, "Don't be afraid, Master still has a lot, Give it to you, give it all to you, when the master dies, it will be yours."
Yan Mo, who looked older than the old man, was moved and could not laugh or cry. His master seemed a little "simple"
"Master, no need, really, I have a lot of Yuanjing." Yan Mo could only whisper in his ear.
The old man said proudly: "It's definitely not as many as I do. You can take it. I don't have much room for dominoes. I didn't bring many dominoes when I went out this time. When you come back to Wucheng with me, you will have more."
Domino space? Yan Mo's heart moved, he had seen the old man take things out of his arms many times and already suspected that the other party had a storage device similar to his pocket, but now he was sure after hearing what the old man said.
Because of the old man's firm attitude, Yan Mo didn't want to attract the attention of the people around him, so he had no choice but to put all the five skins that the old man stuffed into his pocket.
The old man looked at Ding Fei and others enviously at Yan Mo? With a grin, he took out a skin bag from his arms and threw it to Ding Fei, "Don't be greedy, share it."
Ding Fei was startled, they were not greedy at all, they were just curious about the relationship between the old man and the priest, although Mo Da called the old man his master, but he did not introduce them to them seriously, Ding Fei caught the skin and looked at Yan Mo at a loss .
Yan Mo was helpless, but he couldn't help but be moved by the old man's love for the house and black. Thinking that he hadn't clarified the old man's identity before, this time he simply opened his mouth to confirm the old man's future status in Jiuyuan: "Take it, the old man will be with us in the future." Hui tribe, you should respect him as you respect me."
"Yes, thank you... old priest?" Ding Fei blushed gratefully on behalf of everyone, but he got stuck on the address of the old man again.
The old man waved his hand, "Don't call me priest, the priests of your tribe are my disciples, as for me, you can just call me old witch."
Yan Mo shook his head, "Call me Zu Wu."
Although the wizard of the dwarves is also called Zuwu, the meaning is different. The shaman of the dwarves is the shaman who enshrines the souls of the ancestors and communicates with them, and the ancestral shaman mentioned by Yan Mo refers to the ancient myths and legends of China. According to legend, there were twelve ancestral shamans in China in ancient times. There are many wizards, and then they are called witches and witches.
The division of wizards in this world is also based on the level of fighters, from level one to level ten, and there is no clear name, and priests and witches are also regarded as the same title.
The old man repeated it several times, "Zu Wu, well, this sounds better than the old witch, from now on I will be called Curse Zu Wu! Hahaha!"
The old man didn't know what he thought of, and he laughed happily there alone.
Ding Fei opened the leather bag and saw that it was filled with Yuanjing coins. He couldn't recognize the grade, so he took out one and handed it to Yan Mo: "My lord, what level of Yuanjing coins are these?"
Yan Mo used his mental power to investigate, and it turned out that there was a bag full of one hundred fourth-level Yuanjing coins, but the attributes were messy, and there were all attributes.
When Ding Fei heard the answer, he stuck out his tongue in fright.
Yan Mo signaled for the four to share equally, and assigned attributes to them.
All four of them expressed their gratitude to the old man, but they would not say thank you, so they patted the old man on the back.
The old man was not angry, and patted his head a few times.
Yan Mo's expression was complicated. The old man gave Ding Fei and the others four-level Yuanjing coins, and the ones he gave him would only be higher.
He did not deny that he was a little suspicious of the old man at first, and most wizards in this world did not give him a good impression, which made him always wary of the old man.
But the frankness, straightforwardness, and nervousness shown by the old man in the past two days are really not like a person with a heart, and Yan Mo is gradually unwilling to doubt such an old man.
But his nature made it impossible for him to immediately let go of his defenses and accept the old man.
With the mentality of not wanting to owe the old man, Yan Mo cruelly took out a fist-sized ninth-level Yuanjing from his pocket, and quickly stuffed it into the old man's hand, "Master, this is something my disciple got occasionally, you should use it first."
The old man didn't know what his precious disciple had stuffed for him, and when he released his soul power to investigate slightly, even he couldn't help but widen his eyes on the spot, and when he touched the size of the crystal, his mouth opened wide.
It is true that he has a lot of Yuanjing coins, even the ninth level ones.
but! But this is a nine-level Yuan spar the size of a fist, okay? How many Yuanjing coins can be divided out from this Yuanjing
And how can the divided Yuanjing coin compare to a complete Yuanjing of such a large size
It turned out that his disciple was not poor at all, not only was he not poor, but he was also kind to him. The old man was so happy that he laughed strangely, alas, his disciple really did not make a mistake, he is so kind to his master, I think the old boy is not lying to him when he said that he will give him a retirement pension, wow ha ha!
The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, but he quickly stuffed the Yuanjing into his bosom with his hand, not letting any energy leak out to the nearby people to notice.
Yan Mo watched the old man accept Yuan Jing, with a three-point sincere smile on his face, it is also a happy thing to be liked by others for giving gifts. Maybe it's a problem brought about by his previous life. No matter how close he is to someone, in order to prevent quarreling in the future, he always likes to communicate with equal value, and he doesn't like to blindly accept without giving.
The movement of the people in Jiuyuan didn't seem to attract anyone's attention, but someone who had been paying attention to them frowned, and told his subordinates: "Go and find out who the old man who suddenly appeared in Jiuyuan is, and when did the black soil come?" city."
The horn sounded three times in a row, and King Wu Shang, Queen Wu and their children walked into the stands on the first floor.
The noisy selection stand fell silent when King Wu Shang and his party arrived.
Yan Mo thought he would hear cheers from the people, but he didn't. On the contrary, the people were very quiet, all the slaves on the sidelines knelt down, and the nobles and soldiers were all saluting to Wu Shang's family.
Wu Shang's family seemed to be accustomed to this, and they walked to the middle of the front and sat down under the guard of a dozen soldiers.
It wasn't until Wu Shang's family was all seated that the buzzing voice slowly resounded from the stands.
The horn sounded again.
This time, the six fence gates of the selection field were fully opened, and teams of fighters entered the competition field continuously.
The trials took the form of a scuffle, and as soon as they entered the field, the fighters were divided into several groups. More than a hundred fighters felt like they were going to fill up the playing field.
A man who looked like a host stood on the first floor and shouted loudly: "In the first selection, there are a total of 126 fighters, and 50 will be left. As soon as the horn sounds, the battle will begin, regardless of life or death!"
"Woo—" The horn sounded to represent the start of the battle.
At first, no one acted rashly.
Ding Ning was surprised, so he casually asked Ziming, a big Austrian soldier next to him, "If everyone doesn't move, how will the fifty people be selected?"
Ziming's fingers trembled, and his face quickly became bloodshot.
Elder Hao sighed secretly at the side, then took the words and said: "I won't move, there are many fighters from Heitu City inside, they will attack first, and many of the fighters participating in the selection today are fighters from various departments of the fighter training camp. , They will also move. And as long as one person moves, it is impossible for others to not move."
Ding Ning realized it, and respectfully thanked Elder Hao.
Ziming regretted it. Elder Hao also told them about these things. Why didn't he say it just now? He looked at Ding Ning again and again, wanting to stay away from him, but he didn't want to at all in his heart, he even wanted to get closer to him.
Compared to the nervousness of Ding Ning, Ding Fei and others, Yan Mo is not very worried about Yuan Zhan.
They didn't waste their time these two days. He thought a lot about how to use plants as a cover-up for Yuan Zhan, but in reality he used the soil-controlling ability to bully people.
Yuan Zhan himself is smart, and after many times of training, he also figured out many methods by drawing inferences from one instance.
In the arena below, five people stood beside Yuan Zhan.
One is Blackwater chief Yingshi, the other is Da'ao warrior Zizhen, and the other three are also fighters sent by Da'ao to the warrior training camp. However, the four members of Da Ao, including Zi Zhen, are not of high rank.
I don't know who moved first, and a scuffle suddenly started in the field.
Although Yuan Zhan didn't want to strike first, and even took Ying Shi and others to move as far as possible towards the corner of the wall, but Heitu City and its affiliated Eleven City warriors acted as if they had agreed in advance, and they all attacked the weak around them first. .
A small group of only six people is naturally regarded as one of the weak.
As soon as the action was made on the field, there were all kinds of morale-boosting howls in the stands.
Yan Mo almost covered his ears, the people on the left and right of him from Da'ao and the Blackwater Tribe were too able to shout, Ding Fei and Da Da were also stimulated by the atmosphere and shouted accordingly.
"Boss! Defeat them!"
All kinds of shouts were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was shouting what.
Many of the nobles in the first row of stands who were just sitting and watching the competition stood up.
The 2nd to 5th platoons had already fallen into the ocean of noise, and these people each shouted the names of the fighters they supported, and each of them was blushing.
"Move! You idiot!"
"Ah! I fell! I just fell down like this!"
"Kill him! Rush up! Don't hide back, you cowardly rabbit!"
Yan Mo put his hands on his ears, trying to reduce the noise.
The old man plucked his ears and said happily to the newly accepted disciple, "Can't take it anymore?"
"Ah?" Yan Mo couldn't hear what he was saying.
The old man laughed, leaned into his ear and shouted to him: "You idiot! You don't know how to protect yourself after level six!"
Yan Mo's head ached from the shock of this shout, and the old man couldn't help laughing strangely when he saw his miserable state.
Just like that, when Yan Mo regained his skills and looked down, he found that nearly half of the more than 120 soldiers had fallen.
Some people died, and their bodies were trampled on.
Some people were injured, and it was difficult to stand up again once they fell down. Only some people rolled to the wall or fled into the fence gate to survive.
The smell of blood permeated the air, which stimulated the spectators even more crazy.
A ring of Thor's saliva grew around Yuan Zhan, no one dared to attack him, and everyone who attacked Yuan Zhan launched a long-distance attack.
Yuan Zhan let out a loud shout, and the rattan in his hand fluttered quickly to form a half-human-high shield that looked very strong and reliable.
Not only that, he also erected the same rattan armor wall behind the circle of Thor's saliva. Of course, no one knew that both the shield and the rattan armor wall were filled with thick soil.
This shield is not afraid of fire, no matter what flame hits the shield, it will be destroyed soon.
Not to mention having a shield, in his right hand he also kept producing wooden spears that were as long as forearms, and kept throwing them at enemies who dared to attack him like archery.
The Dona warrior who had competed with him before approached him, and before he could attack, he shouted: "Fight the enemy together!"
Yuan Zhan made a decisive decision and yelled at Ying Shi and the others, telling them to pick up the shields transformed from the vine armor wall and rush forward with the Dona warriors.
There is melee combat, and there is also long-distance combat.
More people moved closer to Yuan Zhan and others.
Yuan Zhan and the others were almost ashamed, and the entire formation was divided into four large groups.
The four groups of people strangled each other, and the fighters of Heitu City chose the tribes of the original Zhanna faction to assemble the fighter group, and fought with the fighter group formed by the eleventh affiliated lower city.
Yan Mo clenched his hands into fists without knowing it. After seeing Yuan Zhan killed the first person, he seemed to have started the killing ring and no longer controlled himself.
Maybe the opponent was already under control, but the people who fell under Yuan Zhan's hands were no less than the Blackwater Chief who was spitting and fighting next to him.
Yan Mo also understands that in this kind of melee, you can't kill if you don't want to. Once the battle gets red-eyed, everyone will only think of self-protection and killing, and will not remember anything else.
The curse witch was still cheering for Yuan Zhan, he screamed louder than Ding Fei.
"Woo!" The horn sounded again.
The high-ranking fighters beside King Wu Shang jumped off the stands, and stone walls were quickly raised in the field to separate some people who were still fighting endlessly after hearing the sound of the horn.
In less than half an hour, there were less than fifty people left in the field.