Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 100 Contestants

"Now you have fully proved your strength. This is a badge of status exclusive to golden fighters."

As Old Hart said, he lined up the three crosses made of pure gold on the table. Until now, his palms still trembled slightly unnaturally.

To be honest, not only him, but any spectator who witnessed the whole game will definitely have an uncontrollable fear when facing these three guys at close range again-this kind of fear has nothing to do with courage, It is purely the physical fear of the weak facing the strong, which no one can escape.

There were more than 1 experienced fighters, and there were even purple steel-level elites whose records were almost as different as Lucia's. A team of this level in the outside world could even wrestle with those world-famous Golden Tree heroes. However, in front of the three of them, the group of fighters who almost filled the entire arena lasted for less than a minute.

Of course, if you exclude the time it took for those people to flee in all directions, it would take less than 20 seconds from when the two sides fought to when one side collapsed.

The fine armor after enchanting is as fragile as paper soaked in water in front of their slashing attacks. In turn, facing the opponent's attack, they don't even bother to dodge, and ignore those purple steel fighters with their bodies alone. all means of attack.

If they didn't keep their hands deliberately, Old Hart even believed that they could kill everyone on the fighting stage within half a minute.In Serrant's 30 years of work, the number of times he has seen fighters of this level is simply very few.

"Didn't you say Mithril level before?" Lucia weighed the gold medal in his hand, "Why did you go straight to the highest level after a match?"

Old Hart smiled wryly, and said: "After today's battle, there is no need for the three of you to participate in Serrant's regular competition, otherwise, I will never have to open this gamble in any gladiatorial fight with you - unless you are willing I have two people fighting each other."

"In that case, can you tell us about the time and rules of the battle ceremony in detail?"

"No problem," Old Hart nodded, "Let's start with the start time and schedule."

"The annual battle festival begins on December 28th and lasts until January 64st of the following year. The contestants are [-] fighters above the Mithril rank selected from each arena. The competition is conducted in a single-round elimination system. After three rounds the last eight are left to compete in the final championship match."

"The championship will no longer set up a two-two elimination system. Instead, eight people will be divided into two teams, and a one-day and one-night hunting duel will be held in the sewer of the capital. In the early morning of January [-]st, the winner will be determined based on the hunting points."

"Hunting duel?" Christopher frowned subconsciously, "What is the prey?"

"Every year is different. In the early years, it was all kinds of mutated creatures in the sewer, including those children of omens. But then several times in a row, the participating teams were hunted down by those omens in turn. Some people suspected that the two were killed by those omens. It was the hand of Prince Defile who was exiled underground, and the nobles who host the battle festival will no longer dare to hunt and kill evil omens."

Lucia sneered in her heart when she heard the words, and secretly cursed that this group of people deserved it. If similar things happened 20 years later, let alone these bullshit participating teams, it would be those nobles who hosted this event that Montgert and the Montger brothers would plan. Ancestral graves are not surprising.

"Then what happened next?" Ratan said in a low voice.

"The year before last, Duke Harvey sent the demi-human rebel army from the Weeping Peninsula. The target with the highest score was the two demi-human queens who were proficient in magic. At that time, three fighters were sieved by crystal magic. The Marquis of Lyon sent a group of mixed fighters from Gemir, but unfortunately there was nothing powerful in it, and the nobles didn't enjoy watching it. And later I heard that something happened to the Marquis of Osarion's house. The supply channels have also been cut off.”

"But this year is going to be great." Old Hart rubbed his palms, "This time, Duke Duoris personally sent a large number of ice mountain monsters from the northern border. I heard that some of the leaders are orthodox giants. Royal family blood, so this year's rewards are also the most generous - in previous years, only eight people who participated in the championship can choose to become night fighters, sign a contract with a big family, and join the underground arena, others can only receive bonuses or join the nobles. Private army, but this year the number of night fighters has been directly expanded to sixteen, and all those who have passed the second round have the opportunity to stay as long as they are willing."

"Is it because the eight contestants in the championship will not be able to survive from the mountain demon?" Lataen snorted coldly.

"That's right." Old Hart smiled awkwardly, "But expanding the number of places is always a good thing for you. Night fighters are not so easy to join. In previous years, those mithril and gold fighters were crowded out in the battle festival. In the end, the purpose is to play in the final championship game, be spotted by a certain adult and sign a contract, and after that, the treatment will be the same as that of the Jazz."

"What do you mean by the underground arena?" Lucia wondered, "Why do those nobles give these night fighters such high rewards?"

Old Hart pondered for a moment, and said: "Anyway, you have to represent Serrante to participate in the ceremony, so it's okay to tell you earlier - the underground arena is not open to the public, in order to help those nobles solve some problems that are difficult to negotiate and don't want to tear apart. Disputes of shame. Of course, this is different from the duels held openly in the arena for the honor of those gentlemen, and most of the things involved are secrets that are inconvenient for the outside world to know."

"As for the night fighters, they are equivalent to their agents. According to the rules agreed by the nobles, the result of the night fighters' gladiatorial fights represents the outcome of the two conflicting parties. The loser must make a compromise according to the winner's request. Some Lien Chan The night fighter who wins will even be given his own surname by the master, and since then he will truly enter the aristocratic class, and for those of you who rely on your ability to make a living, this is already the best opportunity."

"Do you have a list of entries for this battle festival? Let's take a look, so we can make some preparations in advance." Lucia asked after a moment of silence.

"Wait a minute." Old Hart got up immediately, went to the bookshelf and took out a dictionary in the upper right corner, and took out a neatly folded list from the pages.

"Here, that's it," he said, handing the list to Lucia, "This year's contestants are so strong, it just so happens that we, Serrant, haven't produced a fighter of sufficient quality throughout the year, so it's unreasonable." Don’t beg me, if the three of you are willing to represent Selante in the competition, in addition to the prize money of the battle festival itself, we will also give each of you an additional sponsorship of [-] runes."

Lucia was noncommittal, and first opened the list to read.

"Luwens, Aldrich, Kylo Parker." After reading the names one by one, he didn't have any impression in his mind.

But thinking about it, it's normal. Those who have already appeared in the golden age and can live to leave a deep memory for him in the age of faders, after all, must be one of the characters, and they will not come to participate in any battle festival. Huh?
His eyes moved to the end of the list and stopped suddenly. Coincidentally, he remembered both names there.

No. 60 entrants, Carlisle.

No.60 a contestant, Rollo.

(End of this chapter)