What a wonderful experience~

One second, I was in an unpredictable and ethereal palace, with a myriad of thoughts in that mysterious realm that ordinary people could not imagine, but then I was swallowed up by the noisy crowd in an instant, and the thunderous shouts and shouts in the distance were deafening.

The cold wind with thin oxygen can always refresh people's spirits, and the high-pitched and passionate chatter, laughter and shouting are also endless, as if they have returned to reality from a dream~

Blacksmiths, medicine sellers, tailors, stuffing choppers, bird walkers, swordsmiths, treasure hunters, beggars, prayers, skewers eaters, scrap collectors, shoe insoles sellers...

Well, it looks like a train station in reality...

"It's really lively here." Mo finally recovered from the sight of the train station and said to Lessard with emotion: "I thought there wouldn't be so many people here~"

He looked around at the endless crowd around him, and then his eyes were involuntarily attracted to a huge hexagonal building not far away. The previous shouts and sounds came from there...

"This is the First Outer Mountain, and there are no restrictions on entry and exit~" The sturdy orc warlock raised his head and gestured to his surroundings: "Because the Grand Arena is in the First Outer Mountain, the people here are adventurers, mercenaries and those who like to pursue power.

Working mainly with exciting guys is the best place to improve your strength~"

Mo Tan nodded. He was indeed yearning for this kind of place where he could become stronger, but he was also a little worried about whether he would be beaten into a mosaic by someone after a face-to-face meeting. A level 3 warrior plus a level 1 knight.

The level of strength can be said to be very poor even among players, let alone compared with these NPCs who are quite unfathomable...

"Let's go, I'll take you inside first." Lessard dragged Mo Tan towards the large arena not far away with great interest, and said with a smile: "You probably have to spend some time here, after all, with your

Your current strength..."

The high-level observer smacked his mouth twice in confusion, shook his head and said nothing more.

"What will happen when my strength reaches a certain level?" Mo Tan suddenly turned to Lessard and asked, "Are you going to stay here for a long time?"

The latter was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand at him: "We will tell you something and then remind you something. It doesn't matter what you want to do or where you go in the future. We will not restrict anyone's freedom.

I can assure you of this."

For some reason, Mo Tan felt that there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in Lessard's tone, but the latter did not show any abnormality and soon chatted with him about the Grand Arena with great interest~

"There are a lot of people who know this place~" Lessard walked in front and squeezed through the crowd while turning back and smiling at Mo Tan: "After the opening of the First Outer Mountain, 30% of the powerful people on the mainland have been here, including some

There are a few particularly outstanding ones, and they all received gifts from Tianzhu Mountain, and also gained the right to have their names engraved on the Monument of the Brave forever."

The two quickly entered the first-floor hall of the arena. Compared with the square outside, it was relatively empty. The area was much larger than it looked from the outside, but the number of people was relatively sparse. Both sides of the hall were

There are a large number of spiral staircases on each side that can lead to the upper floor. In the center is a circular work area, where many receptionists who seem to be aborigines of Tianzhu Mountain handle the procedures for visitors.

The environment here is completely different from the so-called inner mountain before. The style tends to be thick and rough. Although there is no ethereal mystery, the huge steel runes on the surrounding walls give this place a wild feel out of thin air.

The atmosphere, coupled with the ground and decorations made of black, red, and gray as the main colors, are in perfect harmony with the main theme here.

Not far away from Mo Tan's left hand side (he was not sure which direction it was) there were twelve black metal pillars, ten of which were engraved with silver characters and each had a small statue on it.

"The first floor is not a competitive area, so there will be relatively few people." Lessard pointed to the circular reception area not far away and said: "You can go through the competition procedures there and apply for accommodation. I will explain to them later.

, you can temporarily live here during this period."

Mo Tan nodded, he naturally had no objection, and having a place to live would make it more convenient for him to go offline.

Then Lessard took him to the row of black metal pillars on the left and said with a smile: "This is what I told you before, you can take a look at those people who are qualified to leave their names in the arena.

"

Mo Tan nodded, and then came to the first metal pillar...

[‘Junkrat’ Jamison Parsons, human, shadow master, goblin engineering master, record: one thousand four hundred and seventy-eight wins, six draws, one loss]

The line of text on the metal pillar appeared in front of Mo Tan's eyes after a systematic translation. The small statue above was a skinny human with a naked upper body and a dagger in one hand and a cannon barrel in the other.

"He is the most talented thief I have ever seen, and he is also an engineering genius." Lessard looked at the arrogant and domineering statue in front of him and whispered to Mo Tan: "It's a pity that there is something wrong with his brain. At the last moment,

In a battle, he tried to die with his opponent. Although he survived by luck, he also lost a leg."

Mo Tan was also quite sad, and then walked towards the second metal pillar...

[‘Bull Demon’ Kane? Snowhoof, tauren, weapons master, artist, bard, record: one thousand, two hundred and seventy-three wins, eleven draws, one loss]

This is a tall tauren holding a totem pole in his left hand and a truqin in his right hand.

"Ah, I still remember this guy~" Lessard said with a smile: "He once met a black fellow of the same race, and it turned out that guy named Magatha actually wanted to poison him before the game. Guess

What happened in the end?"

Mo Tan thought for a while: "That person probably didn't succeed."

"More than that~" Lessard rolled his eyes: "Later, he was beaten so hard that even his mother could not recognize him. When he went out, he was beaten into a cripple by Little Bain, the son of the old cow, who put a sack on him. It is said that he was later thrown away

At that time, a mountain that was particularly famous was left to fend for itself."

Mo Tan subconsciously asked: "What mountain?"

"It seems to be called Brokeback Mountain. I heard that a dragon with a broken spine fell there. Then, for some reason, a bunch of weird people appeared there. Finally..."

"Ahem, let me continue to look..."

[‘Flying Tiger’ Paul Winchell, half-orc, restless ranger, stage actor, detective, record: one thousand and fifty-six wins, zero draws, one loss]

This is a tiger man. There is no weapon in his hands in the statue, and he seems to be about to leap into the air.

"Haha, this guy is very interesting. Although he is a ranger, he rarely shoots arrows. During the battle, he is almost always jumping around, jumping very high, and then stepping on other people's faces." Lessard smashed his mouth: "He

It seems like he likes to jump even when he walks."

…

[‘Eighth Master’ Bugs Binny, half-orc, legendary magician, duke, adventurer, record: one thousand and forty-five wins, one hundred draws, one loss]

A handsome half-orc with buck teeth and long ears. He was thin and dressed in a black noble dress. He also held a hammer with "100T" written on it in his hand.

Lessard's face was not very good, and he muttered: "This guy is a disaster. He is stronger than the most powerful berserker. He also has extremely weird mental magic and space magic, but he claims to be just a 'magician'

, and even almost sneaked into the inner mountain once."

…

"Huh?" When Mo Tan reached the fifth black metal pillar, he was stunned because there was nothing on it, just a bare pillar with neither words nor statues on it.

Lessard smiled and said: "The twelve pillars of bravery have not been filled up until now. The reason is a bit complicated. If you are interested, I will tell you later."

…

[‘Black Fang’ Tom Slytherin, human, dark wizard, summoner, magician, one thousand five hundred wins, zero draw, one loss]

The statue is of a man completely hidden under a black cloak, and his appearance is completely unclear.

"This is a scary guy!" Lessard seemed to have a headache: "He seems to be the leader of a certain cult outside, but he is really strong. In order to prevent this guy from killing people, we have to send people to watch him in almost every game.

Hold him."

The corners of Mo Tan's mouth twitched, and he felt like he had figured out some rules.

[‘Alien’ BoJack Anene, ???, bard, nine hundred and seventy wins, zero draws, one loss]

The shape is that of a dejected horse-headed man without any characteristics.

"The origin of his nickname is quite interesting." Lessard said gloomily: "The race of 'horse-headed man' does not exist in this world, and his parents are indeed half-orcs, but his head

It's not a half-orc's head at all, it looks like a horse's head anyway, so many people call him 'alien', and its characteristic is... well, it's very sad (four sounds), yes, very sad..."

I don't know why, but Mo Tan looked at the statue in front of him and suddenly felt very sad...

…

[‘0803’ Wesley? Xiongan, dwarf,???, noble, six hundred and sixty-six wins, fourteen draws, one loss]

This is a young dwarf wearing a white wig, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bell hanging around his neck.

"Wesley is the youngest contestant in history. His admirers call him 0803. I don't know why." Lessard scratched his hair: "He always wins. He is extremely smart, lively and cute.

, optimistic, active, kind, and always smiling.”

Mo Tan's face began to gradually stiffen. He didn't know if Lessard understood what he was talking about...

…

[‘Walker’, Stonemaw Bamboo Shoot, Half-elf, Monk, Weapon Master, Berserker, Druid, two thousand wins, zero draws, zero losses]

The statue is of a tall elf holding a long stick. Although his body is a little heavy, he is still very handsome. He is bare-chested, wearing a tiger skin skirt, and on his head... I can't go on...

"Stonethroat is the only one who has never lost in the Colosseum." For the first time, Lessard's eyes showed an emotion that could be called awe: "I don't know what else he can't do...

"

Mo Tan smiled dryly: "Do you want to know more about the Tightening Curse?"

"ah?"

"nothing……"

…

[‘Red Fire’ Bly Zaken, Crow Man, Monk, Demon Swordsman, Fire Mage, one thousand and seventy wins, zero draws, one loss]

This is a red-haired Crow Man with his head held high. He is wearing a red outfit and has a fireball at his feet. He looks arrogant.

"Zarkon is an alien among the arakkoa." Lessard smiled: "He is also an alien among mages. At least I have never seen any magician who can kick fireballs with his feet~"

Mo Tan shrugged. He felt that if one of his characters had the chance to become a mage, let alone kicking fireballs, he would be able to hit people with that thing.
To be continued...