Crazy … It's all crazy!
Count Kirrlutz sat in the audience seat, quietly listening to the discussion of the audience around him.
If the initially dilapidated and desolate arena had undergone a huge change, with one side becoming a lush forest, and the other side becoming an evil place like the habitat of the undead, the audience around Count Kirrlutz would at most cheer.
Count Kirrlutz could understand this, seeing such a miraculous scene, no audience would be stingy with their cheers.
Until a group of people who looked like they walked out of a painting appeared in the center of the arena, the audience around Count Kirrlutz entered a state of madness.
This state of madness was like a loyal admirer seeing his gladiator appear on the arena, or even more exaggerated.
"The Tremor! It's really the living Tremor Rolacius! He actually appeared directly on the arena. "
"He looks taller than in the game!"
The Tremor, this was a name that the older generation of the Iron Nation did not want to hear. Perhaps the people of the Land of Frost regarded this Tremor as a hero, but in the eyes of Count Kirrlutz … He must spit on this guy's tombstone.
But in fact, the history of the Tremor was too long, so long that the young people of the Iron Nation had forgotten his existence.
Few people of Count Kirrlutz's generation knew about this Tremor …
But now, all the spectators around Count Kirrlutz knew the Tremblers very well, no matter which country they were from!
When did this damn thug become so famous?
"The Crothill team's second team has chosen the Deep Sea Banshee and the Elven Leader!"
The Brass Dragon's commentary interrupted Count Kirrlutz's thoughts at this moment.
On the arena below, a hero with a human body and a snake tail slithered her tail to the altar where the Crothill team was, and finally stayed next to the player named Blayla.
The Deep Sea Banshee, a creature that should only exist in the legends of the Waterfront Kingdom, now also appeared on the arena.
There was also an Elf who came to the side of the Crothill team with this siren.
After the Elven Leader walked onto the stage, she released a falcon made of green light and circled around the entire arena.
Wherever the falcon flew past, colourful petals would fall from the sky. The atmosphere in the arena was once again raised to a new level.
"Camshikna smiled at me!"
"Don't worry about that. Don't you think that Camshikna's chest size is a lot bigger than in the game?"
Count Kirrlutz's eyes were annotating the movements of the 'heroes who walked out of the painting' below, but his ears were silently listening to the comments of the audience around him.
At first, they were still discussing the origins of those heroes, but now, they seemed to be talking about some unpleasant topics.
"Speaking of which, I've seen the Elven Leader's secret art collection. The content is definitely top-notch."
"What? Where did you see it? "
"Can I have a word with you two friends?"
Count Kirrlutz listened to the discussion of the audience below him that was getting a little stale. He coughed a few times and then stared at the audience who were discussing inappropriate topics with a stern look.
This was a battlefield with the participation of Blacksmiths, and in Count Kirrlutz's opinion, it was blasphemous for the audience to talk about such romantic topics.
Count Kirrlutz's stern eyes had an effect, and they all shut their mouths.
"Hey! Where can I buy those art collections you're talking about? "
Josiah, who was behind Count Kirrlutz, asked the group of audience below at this time, but they all ignored Josiah and did not even turn their heads.
"Are you really interested in those art collections?"
Josiah did not ask further. Hiri, who was sitting next to Josiah, gently tugged at the corner of Josiah's clothes.
"I'm not interested. This should be considered a banned book in Noland."
Josiah and Hiri had been together for so long that he clearly knew that praising another woman's chest in front of Hiri was enough to make Hiri so sad that she would eat three times as much.
The Elven Leader Camshikna was currently the best figure among the heroines of the Holy Ghost, and Josiah's modeling was also very exquisite, which also led to many Holy Ghost players to regard her as a dream lover.
But unfortunately, at least Taylin's fans could attend Taylin's concert, and if they were lucky, they could shake hands with her.
The admirers of the Elven Leader probably … could only maintain a spiritual love.
But compared to this Elven Leader, Hiri was completely defeated in terms of figure.
"I mean …" Hiri paused a little, and finally put her lips close to Josiah's ear and whispered, "If you want to see, actually … I can also draw."
What a good girl.
This was the only thought in Josiah's mind now. I am willing to help you draw a small art book of your favorite virtual character when you need it … Josiah was almost moved to tears.
"Then go back and help me draw one, as for the main character … Cough! Let's watch the game first. "
Josiah realized that he was sitting in a public place, and very rationally stopped this terrible topic.
On the other hand, Count Kirrlutz was very angry that the audience who did not understand etiquette discussed some indecent topics in front of so many people, but this anger quickly dissipated with Brass Dragon's explanation.
"The fourth hero chosen by the Iron Forger is Grimmael, and their team lineup has basically been determined. It looks like they are going to go for a strong attack route with Grimmael as the core output point."
Count Kirrlutz had not played Holy Ghost before, so he did not understand what Brass Dragon was saying, but the audience sitting around Count Kirrlutz, at this moment, once again had a huge qualitative change in the topic.
"Isn't there a Heavenly Bestowed Woman in the Iron Forger team … How can it be with Grimmael as the core? Grimmael should be playing the mobile position."
"What if the Heavenly Bestowed Woman is just an ordinary support, there is no problem with her skills playing the support role."
"Most of the heroes in the Crohir team have control skills, Grimmael has no chance at all."
Count Kirrlutz felt a little dizzy, this feeling was like a group of rats mingling in the shadows of the street, talking about what had happened recently, and in the next second, they turned into the commanders on the battlefield.
They talked loudly on the battlefield map, the key point was that Count Kirrlutz had not played Holy Ghost before, the content of what they were talking about, such as core, mobile position, control … It sounded very powerful.
"Everyone sitting next to you is a Holy Ghost player, they are as familiar with this battlefield as the contestants below." Josiah's voice sounded behind Count Kirrlutz.
"The audience was also once a warrior on this battlefield …" Count Kirrlutz muttered to himself.
Count Kirrlutz muttered to himself. This situation would never happen in the Steel Nation's Gladiator Tournament.
The audience simply bought tickets to watch a bloody duel. The audience did not understand the Gladiator Tournament, let alone experience it personally. Almost all of the audience were a group of amateurs.
All the audience could do was buy tickets and shout the name of the side they supported. If it was a relatively low-end game, they would even bet on which side would win.
But all the audience here were warriors who had experienced the Holy Ghost Battlefield, they gathered together and began to predict the direction of this battle.
Count Kirrlutz listened quietly to their discussion, the keywords sounded particularly familiar to him, but it was completely different from the real battlefield.
Seeing how they were discussing so enthusiastically, Count Kirrlutz suddenly had the idea of joining in, but unfortunately … he did not understand this game at all.
If it was a real battlefield, he could still talk with confidence, but unfortunately now he could only choose to remain silent when he opened his mouth.
"The heroes of both sides have been chosen, the war horn has been blown … The Iron Forger's Heavenly Bestowed Woman has chosen the middle lane, and the hero she is about to face is the enemy's Deep Sea Banshee."
Brass Dragon announced the official start of the first match in this open tournament.
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