A huge building similar to the Colosseum was bustling with people, with a hundred thousand spectators watching the only two grand events a year.
Spell Contest!
"Whoa whoa!"
The entire huge venue was buzzing with sounds, as if the whole country was celebrating... In fact, the people who could come here to watch the battle were either rich or noble, and they were all rich and powerful people from southern Xinjiang.
They are carefree, and of course they feel happy just watching some excitement.
Inside the venue and outside the venue are two completely different worlds.
City gate.
A tall black-robed figure walked from the north gate of Gu City, passing by strips of unrepaired muddy ground, passing by countless poor people sleeping on the streets, and passing by orphans who had lost their parents one after another...
final.
He walked into the inner city of Gu City - the paradise of the nobles.
If the outer city of Gu City is a slum, then the inner city is a completely rich area.
Looking around, there are magnificent entertainment clubs everywhere, and each one is filled with nobles wearing gold and silver.
The dogs walked by the ladies were all wearing Shu brocade silk and satin from the Daluo Dynasty. A piece of cloth as big as a palm could feed hundreds of poor people in southern Xinjiang.
There are too many people in this weird world.
Human life is naturally worthless.
The royal capital of Southern Xinjiang, the city of Gu.
In the aristocratic inner city, there is music and music every night.
In the poor outer city, people are meaner than dogs.
In the very center of the inner city, two streets in front of the Nanjiang Palace, the competition venue, which looks like the Colosseum, is majestic, and the cheers coming from inside can be heard even from a few streets away.
Inside the venue.
A hundred thousand spectators cheered and shouted.
For ordinary rich people, this is a rare time to see the usually aloof conjurer fighting desperately in the ring.
For the powerful people in southern Xinjiang, the best in the arena may be the future three talents, four elephants, or even five elements level magicians, and they are all targets that can be attracted.
Even those geniuses who are rare to meet in several years, even the King of Southern Xinjiang, can't help but extend an olive branch.
And at this time.
At the highest point of the auditorium, a hundred meters away from the ring, there are twenty-eight exquisite thrones arranged in a stepped manner. The first row is lower than the second row, so as not to block the view of those behind.
As for the distance between the 100-meter high platform and the ring, which is too far to see clearly?
Anyone who can sit here, even an ant thousands of meters away, can still see the cilia on its body.
Twenty-seven figures sat on the twenty-eight thrones, and many beautiful maids in cool clothes held trays with fruits, pastries, and fine wines.
Of course, beauties are also at your disposal.
These twenty-eight thrones represent the twenty-eight branch campuses in Southern Xinjiang, except for the main campus in Southern Xinjiang.
The spell competition held every winter and summer in Gu City is also the time for these branch schools to show their talents, and they will not mind sending their outstanding students to the main school in Southern Xinjiang.
Because every time a reward is sent from the Central Headquarters, they will be unable to refuse it.
There are also participation prizes for participating.
Therefore, there is basically no situation where the branch schools in southern Xinjiang do not send students to participate...with one exception.
Twenty-eight thrones and twenty-seven powerful conjurers are all the leading teachers sent by the branch school.
One is empty.
"Everyone used to say that there was no need to set up seats at the Guxue branch, but because of that old guy Xia Houli, they didn't dare to cancel them. Ha... I don't have such trouble now."
A middle-aged magician sneered.
"Not only did people die, but the castle was burned down. It seems that our twenty-eighth branch in southern Xinjiang will have to be called the twenty-seventh branch in the future."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
All the conjurers burst into laughter.
"Hey, Your Majesty the King, I think there is no need to set up twenty-seven chairs for this winter's spell competition."
Valley trunk
A magician turned his head and smiled towards the top seat at the back.
The top of the twenty-eight thrones is a throne studded with gems. Although it seems to be in a row with the thrones next to it, it is actually a few centimeters higher.
Sitting on the throne was a fat man wearing brocade clothes and a crown - the King of Southern Xinjiang.
"Haha, Mr. Cam is right."
The king of Nanjiang, who was fat and fair-skinned, smiled and had a kind face. His smile gave people a sense of intimacy.
Still the same sentence.
In this strange world, no powerful person is useless.
Either he is as smart as a demon, or his strength is extraordinary, or even worse, he must be a reckless man with strong combat power.
And who is the King of Southern Xinjiang?
It doesn't seem to count.
He has average wisdom. He has done nothing major or made any mistakes during his ten years in office.
His strength is average. As the king of a country, he is just a different-blood warrior in the early days of Liuhe. He is a little worse than the previous old king.
Mediocre, loves to laugh.
It seems that these are the only two labels that the world has for this King of Southern Xinjiang.
"King of Southern Xinjiang, here's a toast to you."
"Come on, come on, the spell competition is over, let's toast the King of Southern Xinjiang!"
A group of conjurers raised their glasses to the King of Southern Xinjiang to invite him to drink.
The King of Nanjiang is a Liuhe-level alien-blood warrior, and they are basically a group of four-elements-level conjurers. This time, only two five-element-level old teachers came.
The King of Southern Xinjiang treats guests thoughtfully.
Why?
My respect is not to them, but to the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters, the Central Headquarters of the Academy of Magic, and the entire magic world.
Therefore, these leading teachers knew etiquette and propriety in front of the King of Southern Xinjiang.
Just like when a magician kills a small officer from Southern Xinjiang, the King of Southern Xinjiang will not have any objection.
If the King of Southern Xinjiang killed an ordinary branch teacher, as long as there was a reason for the incident, the School of Magic would not care about it with him.
In this strange world, everything you say and do depends on the identity and status of both parties.
"You are so polite."
The King of Southern Xinjiang happily toasted with everyone.
After he put down his wine glass, a beautiful maid slowly walked over and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the three winners have already come to the stage and can award awards at any time."
"Then..."
The King of Southern Xinjiang slowly stood up.
"Please also ask the king to present awards to the students."
All the magicians said with a smile.
The reward for the top three to enter the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters is the instruction of the Central Headquarters, but the rest of the gold, silver, treasures and sacrificial vessels have always come from the Southern Xinjiang Kingdom.
"Haha, good, good, I am very happy to see so many young talents in the world of magic."
The King of Nanjiang walked to the edge of the high platform with a smile.
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!!!"
One hundred thousand spectators, or rather one hundred thousand southern Xinjiang subjects, suddenly roared like a mountain and a tsunami.
"I declare!"
The King of Southern Xinjiang pressed down his hands to signal his subjects to be quiet. At the same time, the sound he spoke was like muffled thunder. Without any amplification equipment, the sound could be clearly transmitted throughout the huge competition venue and resounded in the ears of one hundred thousand subjects:
"In this summer competition of the Magic Academy and Nanjiang Campus, the top three are..."
