The Amber Sword

But while everyone was whispering, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the arena interrupting the girl's words:

“Welcome to the Hall of Heroes, people! ”

This voice is callous and majestic, as if it were filled with a power that no one can resist: "Here you will challenge your own destiny, either solely to survive, or to be king of the earth."

“So, humble challengers, come out and let us witness the birth of destiny. ”

The sound rumbled back over the arena, as if it were a thunderbolt, shocking everyone with a pale face. Sy and Metisa looked back at Brando, while Brando was watching the whole ring.

He conjures up possible challenges and encounters a wide variety of monsters in the Athletic Arena, but mostly related to the arena environment, such as this ordinary arena, most likely to encounter powerful monsters on land or at low altitudes.

He relieved himself, fortunately, that it was not the gods arena, which was probably the scariest of all the athletics in the void.

Though the challenge is not real godliness, the creatures from the mythology are also enough to numb the scalp.

“One at a time, don't rush. I'll sort it out," Brando looks at the red-haired girl, "Cee, you and the miner, you don't have more than black iron, you can count as a group, and it's easier for me to save you later. ”

But Brando let Metissa listen and look at the red-haired girl with a slight glimpse. “Sheesh is she? ”

“I'll explain later.” Brando replied, "Sir, you go second. ”

“What?” Kuran picked his eyebrows: “Are you worried I won't pass the challenge? ”

Brando shrugged his shoulders, and he looked at Metisa, and he said, "Metisa, you and I are going up together for a try. ”

“Is that okay?”

“You are a summoning creature and should be able to try it.” Brando thinks that if we summon creatures to compete with ourselves, this challenge can do much good.

But he was not happy yet, and suddenly the scenery in the ring changed, and the fence on the surrounding wall rose, revealing a row of cages behind him.

“Lord!” Suddenly a man stood up in the cage, and as soon as she saw the others outside, she yelled anxiously: "Metisa, Sy, I'm here! ”

Brando looked over there and his face didn't look very good. It wasn't the others in the cage, it was the head of the female mercenary group, Yuta - and the other two cages on one side were filled with Kevin and Choka pedestrians, who obviously also saw Brando, showing their eyes for help.

“Sir, can you help us?” Joca shouted out loud.

Brando was silent and he was not willing to help. He doesn't mind saving people by hand, but if he's going to do it, he's going to have to go through at least five challenges according to the rules of the game. Calculating this, I'm afraid the ultimate challenge will be the Secret Silver Sage.

This is not a joke.

That thing was designed by the Dwarf Rufus, a puppet creature at the top of the gold - the only two puppet creatures close to the element of chemistry - and a diamond puppet designed by the Buga Wizards, except that the former was a Demon Swordsman and the latter was a pure flesh-pull unit.

From this point of view, the Dwarf Ruwen is clearly one of the bigger players than the artisan wizards in Buga, and that is one of their pride.

Brando knew that he and Metisa combined to confront the existence of a golden peak was somewhat reluctant, and while the wind spider was not without a chance, hope was too slim.

For that reason, he had to remain silent.

Then the young man set his hand: "Shh, you go! Don't be strong, just admit it! ”

“Captain Yuta, she...” Xi whispered.

“I'll save her,” Brando replied. “Go. ”

The red-haired girl nodded, holding onto her thunder gun with one hand, and dragged the miner, who had fainted, into the field.

Shocking cheers erupted immediately on the field, and Brando listened carefully before hearing the audience shouting 'Burning Claws! Burning claws!’ Though he knew that all this was but a product between fantasy and reality, he could not bear the slightest and somewhat unknown tension in his heart.

“Afraid, Metissa?” Don't overask.

“Lord,” Metissa smiled. "I am a dead spirit. ”

Brandoton felt his face burning.

Instead of talking, he saw a giant door across the hall slowly open, and a terrible monster dragged countless chains out of the door. It was about to jump right into the red-haired girl standing in the middle of the field, but she was dragged to death by the chains, and had to stop less than twenty meters from Cee and roar low.

“What's that?” The old swordsman stared at the monster and asked.

Brando watched as the monster, almost two stories tall, three big heads collided with each other and roared like a thunderbolt from his throat - and as soon as it came on the field, there was a stench of sulfur all over the ring.

“Hell of a triple-headed dog.” Metisa has answered.

“The demons under the sulfur river have followed the dragons of darkness," the little Silver Elf princess whispered, “I've dealt with them on the battlefield before, and this stuff is hard to haunt--”

“What battlefield?” Kuran looked at this elf little girl with some confusion and wondered on what battlefield it would take to fight these horrible creatures.

But Metisa turned back and smiled slightly at the veteran who had been involved in the November war: "The Battle of the Saints. ”

The Battle of the Saints? Cranton was staring and he instinctively thought the little girl was joking with herself, and now he thinks that Metisa was just a cunning little girl.

“Fortunately, it's not the Hell Dog Lord, this thing has the power of silver superiors, so just be careful," Brando turned around and said to Cullen. “Watch out for its puke. ”

“Boy, are you reminding me?” The old man stunned and immediately reacted.

“I just don't want to save another person. ”

“Huh, that's the real power you haven't seen yet, lad.” The old man touched his sword handle: “You'd better worry about yourself more. ”

When Kuran said that, he also held his breath in his heart. In fact, today's elderly master of swordsmanship is truly in bad luck from beginning to end, interrupted by a landslide when he was about to start, and then attacked by Metisa without any idea, and almost died in a mine disaster - a bit too embarrassing to be an experienced Golden Class expert.

And he's hurt now, but there's nothing wrong with dealing with a silver monster. Moreover, in the same order of magnitude, the fact is that monsters, monsters, and inferior demons are less intelligent than spirits, because they possess far less skill than absolute power.

The old man has decided to put his anger on these mutineers in his eyes.

He even turned around and said to Brando, "Do you want me to help you save someone, boy? ”

“Never mind,” Brando shook his head in a hurry, thinking the guy was really dead and alive. The Challenge Rank of Heavenly Arena will rise to one level in each round, this time it will be Hell's Triple Dog, and the next time it may turn directly into a hill giant.

Kurando grunted softly as if he was dissatisfied with Brando's disdain for him. “What's your name, kid?” He suddenly asked.

Brando was staring at the ring and answering the question without thinking, "Sue… Brando.” He suddenly reacted, staring at each other and asking, "What is it, old man? You want to remember your name and come back to me in the future? ”

Unexpected this time, the old man didn't blow his beard and stare, but read twice in his mouth: “Brando, Brando...” Then suddenly he smiled mysteriously and stopped answering in a highly unpredictable way.

The reaction to Cullen was very unexpected in Brando's mind, he was slightly wary, with one hand on the sword, in case this guy suddenly messed up, and nothing messed up in the Athletic Arena was a joke.

At a time when Brando was vigilant, things had changed on the ground. Sy admitted to losing, and even Hell's triple-headed dog didn't get out of the chain, and when the white light flashed, she was sent to a cage not far away.

“Cee!” Utah looked at this fellow who was locked in with amazement - the same redhead that reminded her of her sister all the time, and she couldn't help but ask, “Why don't you resist? ”

“I'm sorry, I'm hurt.” The red-haired girl replied in a somewhat gloomy way.

Yuta frowned: “But you don't know the rules here. For every extra person, it's much harder for those behind to rescue them.” She sighed again and said with some shadow: “But nothing. Will that young nobleman save us or is it a problem? The nobles will not be in danger...”

Thinking about it, she sat somewhat desperately in the corner of the cage, more worried about herself getting a mercenary corps than she was about herself, and if something went wrong here, Clarencia and Vern would certainly not be so polite.

But she was worried, and Sy didn't talk. She grabbed the iron fence and looked in Brando's direction. Somehow, she knew Brando would save them.

Not just her, but Utah as well.

And at this point, Brando was walking straight into the field looking at the old man around him. Kurand single-handed the sword, staring at the Hell's three dogs, fearless, but when he arrived to leave, he suddenly turned back and said to Brando:

“Hmm, the Tobes arrogant little guy, I'll show you what real swordsmanship is. Don't let your boy's tail go up to heaven--”

Brando listened to this and stayed for a while.

Because Tobbs is his grandfather's name. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)