"Don't worry about her, this is her special hobby." Caroso waved his hand.
"Okay... There are more than a thousand people, and I don't know how to fight." Ailin focused on the arena.
The arena covers an area of 20,000 square meters, has a circumference of 527 meters, and can accommodate 90,000 spectators.
Its style is that a flat piece of land in the center serves as a performance area, and the surrounding stands are raised one by one. There is no permanent roof. In fact, it is not that different from the large stadiums seen in the barrage, but it looks more primitive and more magnificent.
When more than a thousand Knight stood on the field, the scene was quite spectacular.
This Knight competition is not just about combat effectiveness. It can be said that the championship of the official battle is just one of many championships. It is also the one that serious Knight cares about most: honor.
Except for the fixed item of personal bravery, the Knight competition has new tricks every year, always changing its ways to attract the audience's attention.
"The much-anticipated Knight Competition opens today!" The host held a loudspeaker made of a staff and roared crazily.
"Oh!"
The audience began to cheer, and the sound was loud.
Countless fireworks tubes exploded, streamers floated in the audience, and many streamers floated onto the field.
The strangest thing about the Pander Empire is that there is no machinery here, but it can do all the things that machinery can do.
Whether it's a microphone or copying a newspaper, it can all be done through magic.
In the words of Grand Duke Osiris, this is like taking off your pants and farting.
If you want to use magic to realize some things, the cost is too high, and Pander Empire is too stubborn.
"Today is the triennial basic selection! Not everyone can be called Knight. This first day is to eliminate those who want to fish in troubled waters. When you stand in this arena but are not qualified to stand in this arena, you can only get out of the arena in despair!" The host shouted again, "In the name of King of Knights, only those who remain can be called Knight!"
Caroso folded his hands on his chest and said nothing.
Ailin stood next to Caroso. Hearing this, he felt something was wrong. "What does this mean? Not everyone can be called Knight? The most important thing about Knight is Knight's spirit. It's not who is the best who is Knight."
"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" Caroso's eyes were on Ailin: "Knight Competition, it has changed a long time ago."
From what the host said, it can be learned that many people no longer have the respect they once had for Knight, but regard them as beasts in the Colosseum and slaves in the arena.
Everyone comes to spend money to watch the performance, not to actually see how Knight overcomes obstacles and obtains his own honor.
A loser, even if he has Knight's spirit or is a truly qualified Knight, will be laughed at and booed away because he is not strong enough.
Not everyone is a noble like Caroso. In other words, the truly powerful nobles will not participate in such a competition due to their own dignity.
Standing in this arena, you are like a clown, for people to watch.
Many new Knights in the past three years still don't know the seriousness of the matter, but Knight Tournaments in their hearts are still beautiful.
Some Knight whose family fortunes are in decline want to regain their glory through this game.
Some ordinary adventurers, adventurers with the profession Knight, want to win some bonuses, or even cross the class and become real Knight masters, not professional Knight.
Even if Knight's blood is still cold, when he walks out of the competition field, will he still feel that the audience in the competition field is worth protecting? With unwillingness, will they learn from their shame and be brave, do better Knight, or will they make themselves stronger and wait for the next revenge to come back? No one knows.
"Well..." Ailin frowned slightly.
Putting aside everything else, she hated the host's tone.
What King of Knights cares about is the spirit of Knight, not just the bravery of Knight.
For saying this in the name of King of Knights, isn't he afraid of being executed?
"Then, let us welcome today's opening ceremony!" The host focused his attention on more than a thousand Knight: "Now, everyone must pass the basic test to prove that you have the power that Knight should have, the power to protect civilians and the country!"
"So... lift yourselves up!"
As soon as the host said the words, there were bursts of boos from the audience.
"Hey? Lift yourself up? How?"
"I won't lift it, I won't lift it, hahahaha!"
"Can you give us one to try first?"
"Okay, okay, I was just joking." The host shook his head. "If I can lift myself up, I will go down and compete. I must set up this competition event, so won't I be the champion?"
"Hahahahahaha..."
The audience burst into laughter and thought the host was quite interesting.
"So, let's get down to business. The title of today's opening ceremony is... Oh, it's this?" The host took out a piece of paper and made a surprised expression. "Let us see the latest research results of the Laria Merchant Guild, the magic device jointly created with the Mage Association, Hell Gate!"
"Everyone has to enter this door Hell Gate. There will be opponents who are slightly stronger than you, just a few! Looking at it this way, the sixth-level peak is an advantage, because it can never simulate a seventh-level monster..."
"Each person can only use two cards, not limited to sword and shield. As long as you defeat yourself, you can come out."
At this moment, a huge magic circle appeared, and a door slowly emerged from the magic circle. It looked like a light envoy appeared.
Um... it seems like I'm showing my age.
Back to business.
This is a Teleport magic circle. It looks very bluffing. In fact, this magic circle has been used for more than a hundred years, but the things it transmits are different every time.
After this Hell Gate is used, it can be rented or sold later.
Letting it appear here is just an advertisement for all schools and countries capable of raising large-scale Professional armies.
Boom!
Hell Gate slowly opened, revealing a red light curtain, as if you were about to enter another world after entering.
"This thing is not perfect enough. Only a hundred people can enter at a time." The host said loudly, "Then, let us invite the first batch of Knight to challenge ourselves!"
outside.
"Come on, come on, this is Perus Kingdom's special delicacy, there are only the last thirty portions left, until sold out!" Krumen shouted vigorously.
"Give me one."
"Okay!" Krumen took out a bag of snacks and handed it over. He couldn't help being stunned when he saw the guest's face.
She looked at the female elf wearing a black hood in front of her, as if looking in a mirror.