But while everyone was whispering, a huge voice suddenly sounded in the arena and interrupted the girl's words:
"Mortals, welcome to the hall of heroes!"
This voice is indifferent and majestic, as if full of a powerful force: "You will challenge your own destiny here, or just to survive, or to become the king of the land—"
"Then humble challengers, come out and let us witness the moment when our destiny is born."
The sound rumbling and resounding above the arena, like a rolling thunder, made everyone pale. Both Akane and Medissa looked back at Brando, while Brando was watching the entire arena.
He is trying to figure out the challenges he may encounter. In the Destiny Arena, he will encounter all kinds of monsters, but most of them are related to the environment of the arena. Like this kind of ordinary arena, the most likely to encounter are those. A powerful monster on land or low in the sky.
He still breathed a sigh of relief secretly. Fortunately, it was not the Arena of the Gods. The arena in the void was probably the most terrifying among the Arena of Destiny.
Although the challenge is not the real god, those creatures from myths are enough to make your scalp numb.
"Come one by one, don't worry. I'll arrange the order," Brando looked at the red-haired girl, "Aki, you and the miner, you don’t have the strength above the black iron, you can count as a group, and I’ll save it later. It’s easier to get up."
But after Brando's words made Medissa a little startled, she couldn't help but looked at the red-haired girl in doubt: "Is Akane?"
"I'll explain to you later." Brando replied: "Old sir, you can come second."
"What?" Kuran raised an eyebrow: "Are you worried that I won't be able to pass the challenge?"
Brando shrugged, he turned his gaze to Medissa again, and said in his heart: "Metisa, you will go up and try with me in a while."
"is it okay?"
"You are a summoned creature, you should be able to try it." Brando thought that if the summoned creature can play with him, then this challenge is promising.
But before he had time to be happy, the scenery in the arena suddenly changed, and the surrounding fence rose up, revealing the rows of cages behind.
"Lord Lord!" A person suddenly stood up in the cage. As soon as she saw the others outside, she yelled anxiously: "Medissa, Akane, here I am!"
As soon as Brando looked over there, his face didn't look good. The person in the cage is not the other person, it is the head of the female mercenary Yuta—and the other two cages on one side are also filled with Kewen and Joka and the others. They obviously also saw Brando, and they all asked for help. Look at it.
"Sir, can you help us?" Joka shouted.
Brando was silent, he was unwilling to help. He doesn't mind saving people easily, but if he is ready to take this hand, then according to the rules of the game, he will have to go through at least five challenges. Calculated in this way, the highest level of challenge to be faced in the end is probably the Mithril sage.
This is no joke.
That thing was designed by a rune dwarf, a puppet creature standing on the peak of gold-these are the only two kinds of puppet creatures close to the elements of civilization-the other is a diamond puppet designed by the Buga wizards, but the former is a magic sword The latter is a pure melee unit.
From this point of view, the rune dwarves are clearly superior to the craftsmen and wizards of Buga, which is one of their pride.
Brando knew well that he and Medissa had to deal with the existence of a golden pinnacle together. Although the wind spirit spider was not without a chance, but the hope was too slim.
For this he can only remain silent.
Then the young man waved his hand: "Aki, come on! Don't be aggressive, just give in!"
"Head Yuta, she..." Qian asked in a low voice.
"I will save her," Brando replied, "Go."
The red-haired girl nodded, grasped her thunder gun with one hand, and grabbed the miner who had fainted with one hand, and walked into the field.
There was a loud cheering on the field. Brando listened carefully for a while before he heard that the audience was yelling,'Shining claws! Burning claws! 'Although he knew that all this was just a product between fantasy and reality, he still couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable nervousness in his heart.
"Are you afraid, Medissa?" he asked, turning his head away.
"Lord Lord," Medissa smiled, "I am the undead."
Brando suddenly felt his face become hot.
So he stopped talking, but saw a huge door on the opposite side of the arena slowly open, and a terrifying monster jumped out from behind the door with countless iron chains. It was about to immediately pounce on the red-haired girl standing in the middle of the field, but was dragged tightly by those chains. After a bang, it had to stop at a place less than 20 meters away from Qian and let out a low roar.
"What's that?" the old swordsman asked, staring at the monster.
Brando watched the three huge heads of the almost two-story monster collide with each other, and roared like thunder from his throat-as soon as it entered the field, the arena was immediately filled with a stench-the smell of sulfur .
"Hell's three-headed dog." Medissa has already answered.
"The demons under the river of sulfur have also followed the dragon of darkness," the little silver elf princess whispered: "I have dealt with them on the battlefield before. This thing is very difficult to deal with—"
"What battlefield?" Kuran glanced at the little elf girl with some doubts. On what battlefield he was thinking about fighting these terrifying creatures.
But Metisa turned her head and smiled slightly at the veteran who had participated in the November War: "Battle of the Saints."
The battle of the saints? Kuran was stunned, he instinctively thought that the little girl was joking with himself, and he felt that Medissa was a cunning little girl no matter how he looked at it now.
"Fortunately, it's not the lord of the hellhound. This thing has the power of silver. As long as you are careful, it should be no problem." Brando turned his head and said to Kuran, "Be careful of its spit."
"Boy, are you reminding me?" The old man was taken aback and reacted immediately.
"I just don't want to save one more person."
"Huh, that's because you haven't seen my true strength, boy." The old man touched his hilt: "It's better for you to worry about yourself."
When Kuran said this, he sighed in his heart. In fact, today, this old master of swordsmanship is indeed unlucky from start to finish. He was interrupted by a landslide when he was about to start his hands. Then he was attacked by Medissa unexpectedly, and even almost died. Under the mine disaster-as an experienced gold-rank master, this is really too shameful.
Although he was injured now, he still had no problem dealing with a monster of high rank silver. What's more, in the case of the same level, in fact, no matter whether it is a monster, a monster, or a low-level demon, they are not comparable to intelligent creatures, because in addition to absolute power, they have much less skills.
The old man had made up his mind to vent his anger on the miscellaneous soldiers in his eyes.
He even turned around and said to Brando, "Who can I help you save, kid?"
"Forget it." Brando shook his head hurriedly, thinking that this guy really did not live or die. The challenge level of the Destiny Arena will increase by one level each round. This time it is the three-headed dog of hell, and the next time it may be directly transformed into a hill giant.
Kuran snorted softly, as if dissatisfied with Brando's look down on him. "What's your name, kid." He asked suddenly.
Brando was staring in the arena. Hearing this question, without even thinking about it, he blurted out, "Sue... Brando." He suddenly reacted and stared at the other person and asked: "Why, old sir? I want to remember. Under the name, come to me in the future to settle accounts?"
Unexpectedly, this time the old man didn't blow his beard and stared, but said twice in his mouth: "Brando, Brando..." Then he suddenly smiled mysteriously, and stopped answering in an unpredictable look.
Brando’s reaction to Kuran’s reaction was far beyond Brando’s expectation. He was slightly wary and placed one hand on the sword to prevent this guy from suddenly coming into chaos. What happened in the Destiny Arena is not a cause for trouble. For play.
Just as Brando became vigilant, the situation on the court had changed at this time. Akane surrendered directly, even before the three-headed hell dog had time to break free from the chain, the white light flashed, and she was sent to a cage not far away.
"Aki!" Yuta looked at the fellow who was locked in in surprise-the same red hair always reminded her of her sister. She couldn't help but asked with concern: "Why don't you resist?"
"Sorry, I was hurt." The red-haired girl replied with a sad expression.
Uta frowned: "But you don't know the rules here. For every more person, it will be much harder for the people behind to rescue." She sighed again and said quietly: "But it's nothing, that Whether the young nobles will save us is still a question. The nobles will not risk their lives..."
Thinking of this, she sat down in the corner of the cage a little desperately. Compared to herself, she was more worried about her mercenary group. If anything went wrong with her here, Kerencia and Fern would definitely not be so polite.
But she was worried, but Qian did not speak. She clutched the iron fence and looked at Brando's direction. For some reason, she knew Brando would definitely save them.
It's the same not only for her, but also Yuta.
At this time, Brando was looking at the old man beside him and striding into the field with a solemn expression. Kuran wielded the sword with one hand, staring at the three-headed hell dog without fear, but when he was leaving, he suddenly turned his head and said to Brando:
"Huh, the arrogant little fellow of the Tobbs family, I will let you see what true swordsmanship is. lest your kid's tail is up to the sky—"
Brando was stunned for a moment when he heard these words.
Because Tobbs is his grandfather's name.