In the dark prison, continuous gray-white rocks are built into hard walls, and narrow ventilation holes are separated to make the air flow smoothly, but it is relatively humid.

The dim lights fell on the ground, and countless intricate passages were faintly seen.

In the off-white world, every cell is clearly visible.

The dark iron door in front of the cell perfectly fits into the wall, and a square hole is opened three feet above the ground to place food and water to keep the prisoners' energy.

As we rushed out along the air-conditioned stone slabs on the ground, we could see five-inch thick iron fences standing, each cell separated by different areas, with heavy iron locks on it, which was so severe and terrifying that it looked like hell.

Crunch.

The sharp and harsh door sounded, and then a regular pace echoed in the passage, slapped the reef like a tide.

Rows of armored and sharp-fitting Noxus soldiers walked into the prison cell in an orderly manner, opened the iron lock, and the sharp blade on his waist was slightly out of the sheath, flashing with a cold light.

"Come out."

Hundreds of iron gates opened at the same time, bringing together a symphony of pain from hell.

The hazy and dim light shone, and prisoners who were in good spirits slowly walked in the gray and white passage, interlaced in turn, forming a trendy team with nearby prisoners.

In an orderly manner, no one resisted.

In this prison, they have already suffered a lot, and for their own lives, they must learn to change.

Especially when I first entered the prison, the shrill screams in the dark interrogation room never stopped, and it made people feel numb from hearing it.

In the complex passage, except for the sound of footsteps, the quiet atmosphere was lingering. All the prisoners remained silent. Looking closely, they had similarities: there was no fluctuation of life energy, as if they were ordinary people.

But the Noxus soldiers on both sides and the front and tail looked cold, and the sharp blades on their waists never entered the sheath. They were always alert to the surroundings, focusing on a small group of people with different temperaments in the prisoner's team.

Either bloodthirsty, or lofty, or indifferent, or pious.

These prisoners were originally mercenaries, knight masters, murderers, and temple personnel. Draven personally arranged for this performance. However, under the potion studied by Singid, they completely lost their extraordinary abilities and became ordinary people.

As the road approaches, a noisy sound slowly spreads into the channel.

Without waiting for the prisoners to report, the Noxus soldiers pulled out the sharp blades from their waists and quickly separated and took each prisoner away, entering the passage that had been arranged.

The noise was loud and bustling.

In front of the last thick iron bar, each prisoner could clearly see the audience station full of people outside, and they felt the emotions outside.

Expect? Confused? Excited?

Especially after seeing these prisoners in place, some people shouted with great strength, exuding the gradually chaotic atmosphere around them.

"Are you a gladiator?" Many prisoners realized their current identity and their faces changed slightly. Fortunately, they could reasonably control their emotional movements.

It is a ridiculous change from being a glamorous identity to a prisoner under the ranks.

They observed the approaching prisoners from only a small angle, which would be the enemy they were about to face.

However, they don’t know the order of their appearance, the rules of this prison, and even what fate they will face in the end.

A subtle restlessness permeates the prisoners.

But the cold eyes of the Noxus soldiers behind them warned them that it would be better not to have any extra thoughts.

.............

The midday winter sun is hidden in the clouds like cicadas, appearing and scattering warm light.

Looking down from the sky, the Black Prison is like a semicircular sphere, with a concave yellow sand in the middle. The surrounding stands are surrounded in trapezoidal shape and are located in an orderly manner.

At this moment, there were more than 10,000 spectators gathered in the prison stands, and there were many other intelligent races mixed in. The subtle sounds condensed into waves and hit the walls.

Most of them were consular citizens in the Valoran territory, and the early publicity was very good.

--The bloody performance of the death row prisoner sounds seducing people's inner curiosity.

On the stands, there are also some representatives of wandering mercenaries, traders and forces with different minds.

At the top of the prison, the only gray-black box.

There were many hidden gazes in the stands looking here, but unfortunately the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling glass blocked the view and could not see through the scene inside.

Modrian sat upright in the main seat, with heroes sitting on both sides. The atmosphere was quite normal, and he would occasionally chat and laugh with the heroes.

On the right, the Noxus Legion, which was headed by Esve, except for Sain staying at the Gate of Sadness, Delayus and Krei sat in turn, followed by Tuchi, Urgot and Singid. These three guys were together recently, and I don’t know what to do, with a strong alchemy atmosphere.

The left side is led by Garen, with a relatively complex force. The second seat is Ashe, then Poppy, Fiona, Quinn and Gulagas, and they sit in a mess. As for Timo and Kennan, there is another task and there is no time to participate in the performance held by Draven.

Zhao Xin and Jie stood behind Modrian, and Yumi was swaying at the top of the box while controlling the golden magic script. He occasionally talked to Poppy, but avoided Svein's direction.

Obviously, that accident scared it.

"Do you want to teach those unscrupulous guys a lesson?" Jie looked at the aura of searching outside the glass, and his red eyes flashed behind his armor.

The gorgeous glazed glass was specially customized by Draven to Singid, integrating some Zuan's alchemy technology. Sitting inside can clearly overlook the site in the center of the prison, and perfectly spaced outside.

"No, just like that. They can't see it anyway. And no matter what, others are customers who buy tickets." Modrian shook his head slightly and refused, then looked at the platform not far from the private room. The tall stone seats were placed on it, covered with snow-white animal fur.

"This guy Draven really has absolute talent for acting."

The prison, which was built in just half a year, covers an area of ​​about 50,000 square meters and was completed by war stonemasons, Demacia arborist, and craftsmen from Irvingdale City.

The magnificence that was not needed to be created like this was mainly because after Draven joined the scene in the middle of the journey, he created the current scene to satisfy his inner thoughts.

With a slight look, Modrian saw many familiar forces, the Temple of Wealth, the Temple of Power, the many noble forces of Limontanelu, and some great nobles with obvious upper-class temperament.

"Those nobles from the south of the Stoke Kingdom have a simple purpose, to inquire about the reality of the territory and make changes that suit the interests." Zhao Xin explained on his side.

The sudden change in Limontanelu made the situation in the Stoke Kingdom quite chaotic, especially Valoran's leadership entrenched in the north, watching the changes in the situation. Such uncertain actions made some nobles feel excited.

Dong--dong-dong-dong-dong

The rapid sound of bells and drums rang out loudly, echoing over the prison, suppressing the noisy sound.

The iron doors around the audience platform opened, and rows of Noxus blood-colored cavalry and Cuifali Legion soldiers were wearing thick black armor and stepped out, standing at the front at five meters intervals, with the Noxus long sword at the waist half-out, and the cold light was cold.

Then life energy emerges, alternately merges, and connects into pieces, protecting and intimidating audiences with different thoughts behind them.

"These soldiers..." The spies hidden in the crowd and various forces were frightened, because the soldiers in their vision had at least the strength of a big knight, and even the leading ones were unpredictable... Knight Captain?

Ha, is this a joke? The Knight is actually doing the guard work in prison?!

More than that, they looked back and saw that in the wider stands behind, the Noxus Expeditionary Cavalry stood up, and the surging aura was a superb knight.

Damn it, is it so terrifying that the power to maintain order in prison? Many spys and forces have a horror in their minds.

"Tsk tsk, Drayus, Trefley Legion soldiers, Noxus Bloody Cavalry..." Modrian turned his head and looked at Drayus and said with a smile. "So many people, will that guy Drayven reimburse you for the round-trip fee?"

Hearing the sound, Drius lowered his head slightly and said, "Just just mobilizes one day, it will not hinder the defense force of the Gate of Sadness..."

Modrian raised his hand to signal, interrupted Drayus's words, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just kidding." He rarely interfered with the lives of his heroes, and Drayus's relationship with Drayven is well known. It is not surprising that he can have such an arrangement. It seems that Drayus is a little nervous.

Immediately he skipped the topic and looked at Svein. "Is this going to start?"

"Yes, the performance begins soon." Svein's mouth smiled and nodded slightly. The embarrassed Dryus was rarely seen.

"Welcome to the exciting Dray League, ladies and gentlemen!"
Chapter completed!