Chapter 713
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There was no distinction between special seats and ordinary seats in the Herlors Magic Arena.
So Count Kirrlutz was sitting with a group of civilians for the first time in so many years of watching this kind of competition.
Count Kirrlutz did not mind sitting with a group of civilians, what he really minded was the atmosphere in this magic arena.
The grass used for the competition had been barren for a long time, and weeds had grown from the cracks in the ground.
This barren feeling was unbearable to Count Kirrlutz, the most dilapidated arena he had ever seen had the ground stained with dark red blood, not these weeds.
Count Kirrlutz observed the audience around him, they were mostly young people, and judging from their attire, most of them were apprentices from the Academy of Magic.
The expressions on their faces were also very confused, facing the barren arena below and not knowing what to look at.
"Welcome to the Noland Open!"
A middle-aged man sitting in front of a long table suddenly appeared on the two most conspicuous white walls in the entire arena.
"Who is he?"
Count Kirrlutz asked subconsciously, no one would make a loud noise on the arena in any gladiatorial competition that the Forger participated in, let alone in a situation where this kind of noise occupied the entire arena.
"His alias seems to be Madden or something … Have you ever watched the Falosi TV talk show?"
A strange figure appeared beside Count Kirrlutz, he turned his head to find the Chaos Demon Josiah Yanorod sitting behind him.
When? Count Kirrlutz moved his shoulders, letting his relaxed nerves tense up again.
He did not like that a demon appeared behind him without him noticing.
"I've never been interested in the Falosi's performance."
Count Kirrlutz pretended not to recognize Josiah and gave him an answer.
"Not interested? Then there's no other way, in short, he's a very famous linguist. "
Josiah stared at the figure projected on the huge screen, it was the incarnation of the Brass Dragon, the guardian of the Blackwood Elves.
Before the start of the competition, Josiah had been struggling to find a suitable commentator.
As a result, Carolee told Josiah in a text message that the Brass Dragon seemed to be a dual player of Warcraft and the Holy Spirit, and his ranking on the Celestial Ladder seemed to be not low.
So Josiah invited him here to be the world's first game commentator.
Linguist?
Before Count Kirrlutz's inner doubts appeared, the surrounding audience was very excited the moment they saw the middle-aged man on the screen.
It was as if they were not here today to watch the competition, but to see the middle-aged man perform.
"Should I say, welcome to all the Holy Spirit Summoners to the battlefield to watch the battle?"
Copper Dragon continued to display his talkative nature, but he also knew who the main character of the day was after Josh's reminder.
"Today's two contestants are both masters who stand at the pinnacle of the Saintly Battlefield. The first team to represent the Saintly Army is from the Crosier High Magic Academy!"
Brass Dragon sat at the highest position in the entire arena. With his inhuman eyesight, he could clearly see the situation at the bottom of the arena.
Josiah controlled the Daytime Banshee Cameraman to focus the camera on the Crohier team on the left side of the arena.
When the young magic apprentices came to the arena, they looked very nervous. On the contrary, the youngest member was very excited to receive the cheers of the surrounding crowd.
"All of them are young and immature, but each of them has the qualifications of a Master in the Holy Spirit Battlefield. Are there any students from the Crohier Academy in the audience?"
Brass Dragon's question brought the audience's enthusiasm to a climax again. Many people stood up and raised their hands.
Josiah also asked another Daytime Banshee Cameraman to run to the audience to film.
"When you go to the battlefield in the future, you can hug the legs of these students …"
After a brief introduction of the team, Brass Dragon once again turned his attention to the other side of the battlefield.
"The team representing the Calamity Army is the Iron Forgers from the Iron Nation!"
The image on the screen changed in an instant. A group of knights in pitch-black armor appeared in the arena. Their steps were neat and uniform, like a well-trained army.
The Iron Forgers were indeed the strongest army in the Iron Nation. When they came to the front of the arena, they took off their helmets and fixed their eyes on the highest part of the audience.
Empress Yekana was sitting there watching them.
"As expected of the strongest group of knights in the Iron Nation. In this Holy Spirit War, I think they are also the best at bullying children."
Brass Dragon paused at this point. He seemed to have realized that he had used his taunting skill again.
This sentence was equivalent to offending both teams … Before coming here, Josiah had repeatedly told Brass Dragon to restrain himself.
Fortunately, after realizing that he had said something wrong, he added another sentence to save Josiah some face.
"But the Crothill team seems ready to crush this strongest army. Even the youngest warrior can be transformed into a powerful hero on the Holy Spirit Battlefield."
Josiah covered his cheek and immediately felt that it was a wrong decision to let him be the commentator.
Sitting below Josiah, Count Kirrlutz had clenched his hands tightly, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
It was shameful enough that the Iron Forgers would participate in this ridiculous game against a legion that did not have a single adult.
The Brass Dragon emphasized all of this once again.
Josiah saw the look of the Count below, who already had an expression that said he was ready to have a good chat with Brass Dragon after the game.
This was probably the advantage of being a pure-blooded dragon. He could taunt humans as much as he wanted and was not afraid of being beaten.
"This is the end of the short introduction! Summoners of both teams, please get ready! "
Brass Dragon held a script in his hand and read a few lines that Josiah had prepared for him.
The members of both teams walked into the Hall of Silence that Josiah had temporarily built …
The attendants in charge of maintaining the game below had begun to guide them in advance to enter the dedicated server for the game.
The image of the hero selection appeared on the screen, and in the center of the originally old game field, a large number of purple inscriptions began to gradually spread.
A real Holy Spirit Battlefield gradually appeared in the field under the effect of the purple inscriptions …
Sitting in the audience, Josiah could hear the surprised voices of all the spectators around him, but this surprise soon turned into an excited cheer.
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