The boy, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, was none other than the Illusory Deer, Tromm!
When Tromm stepped out, the door slowly disappeared and reappeared behind another rock.
Tromm stood on the reef alone with a solemn expression on his face. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a difficult situation in the competition venue.
Tromm looked around. The gloomy sky was still calm, and he couldn't see any trolls yet. However, the fishy smell in the air made him feel a little uneasy. Rom couldn't help but close his eyes and spread out his spiritual tentacles, wanting to sense the situation in advance.
The narrator spoke in a clear voice, "Looks like our Phantom Deer Yan is being cautious. He's facing a troll after all. However, if I try to sense the Ogre now, even if I really do sense it, will it increase the pressure on me or relieve it? "
Tromm could also hear the voice of the narrator, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he continued to patrol the area.
"Let me give you a friendly reminder. The trolls are sleeping in a special form. They will only wake up when the match starts. I'm afraid that Huan Lu Yan won't be able to find them now. Instead of paying attention to the situation behind the scenes, why not pay attention to your cute fans? "
The narrator's teasing voice made Tromm's expression freeze. He could pay attention to his fans' emotions if he was in a normal arena. But he couldn't see what was going on outside the dome. How could he do that? He wasn't as narcissistic as Spring Dance, who could show off in front of nothing.
Tromm stood in place, unmoved. The narrator sighed in disappointment.
Outside the arena, the judges' seats. "Why do I feel like the narrator is being mean this time?"
"Maybe it's a different narrator?" Farrina heard his muttering. "That's not a bad idea. At least the audience looks better."
After teasing Tromm, the narrator said in a serious tone, "Next is the second climber: the philosopher."
The screen also showed the word "Philosopher". At the same time, inside the Infinite Arena, a door was pushed open about ten meters away from Tromm's rock.
Onassis, who was about the same age as Tromm, silently walked out from behind the door.
Onassis was still dressed in an old, grayish-black adept's robe. His expression was rather dull, and his body naturally radiated the sour aura of the 'academies'. It was completely incompatible with his somewhat immature face.
After Onassis walked out, he did not show any emotions to the people around him. He stood on the reef obediently and looked at Tromm who was not far away. He nodded slightly.
"The ocean currents will carry my greetings to you," Onassis whispered.
The sea breeze brought Onassis's words to Tromm's ears. However, Tromm didn't understand. He didn't understand.
Fortunately, the narrator spoke at this moment —
"The philosopher, Yama, is as ritualistic as ever, but equally cryptic." The narrator said, "Did Bolov's catchphrase come from this morning or night? Was it a sarcasm to Tromm, or was it a genuine greeting? Perhaps only the philosopher himself would understand. "
Many people still didn't understand the narration, including who this Bolov was. It was also a question mark.
Farrina considered herself to be a well-read person, but she was also confused.
Angor lowered his voice and explained, "Bolov is the villain bandit in the book, Nightfall Crown."
The book told the story of a merchant who obtained the greatest treasure of the Lost Kingdom — the Nightfall Crown. The merchant tried their best to keep it a secret, but the famous bandit Bolov still found out about it.
As the saying went, possession was the original sin.
During a banquet held by the merchant guild, Bolov snuck in and made his move.
He disguised himself as the host of the banquet and entered the venue. His opening speech on the stage was, "The ocean currents bring my greetings to you all. Good morning."
At the end of the book, Bolov not only obtained the Nightfall Crown, but also sunk an entire ship full of people into the sea. He was the only one who managed to escape on a small boat. He was the only one who managed to escape.
Looking at the sinking of the second ship, terrified and desperate laughter came from the ship. The strange bandit said the last sentence of the book, "The ocean current brings my greetings to all of you. Good night."
"I see." Farrina was enlightened by Angor's explanation.
Therefore, the explanation of the narration made sense. Did he say Bolov's catchphrase came from morning or night? Which meant "good morning before the tide" or "good night before the curtain call" in the book.
"Just like the narrator said, this Onassis guy's way of speaking is too obscure," Farrina commented. Not only that, but she also felt annoyed. She felt like an academic wizard was showing off in front of her, but the wizard was still being serious.
"That's his style. Too bad not everyone can accept it." Angor looked at the dome. Tromm obviously couldn't accept it.
Tromm pulled down his antler hat on purpose. Two pieces of hair covering his temples were tucked into his ears, as if he didn't want to listen.
Tromm didn't seem to mind Onassis' action, but he didn't respond. He knew Onassis well enough to know that almost everyone who responded to Onassis was driven crazy by him.
Tromm didn't know what the power of words and philosophy was, but he still tried to avoid it.
Onassis didn't show any discomfort when he saw Tromm's behavior. He just sighed softly. "Another person who has fallen to the path of folly."
After sighing, Onassis raised his head and looked at the sky.
It was as if he could see through the hazy sky and see what was happening outside the dome.
"Yan the Philosopher is looking outside. Is he looking at his worshippers? But that doesn't seem to be his usual style, "the narrator said." I'm curious. Who's the Philosopher looking at? Could it be the legendary philosopher who had a love-hate relationship with him? "
Onassis could also hear the voice-over, but he clearly had no intention of responding. Instead, he slowly retracted his gaze and focused his attention on Tromm.
There was only one minute left before the match began.
The countdown timer appeared on the screen.
Both Onassis and Tromm were in the final stage of preparation.
With a chuckle, the narrator said, "Be prepared for the appearance of the Giant Demon. Good luck to the two of you."
The match began!
The narrator warned them that the Mind Troll would show up at any time, but the atmosphere was still as calm as ever. However, the dark clouds above their heads grew thicker, and the air became more suffocating.
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