These adventurers have experienced a long life in the mines, and their clothes are not covered.

But that's nothing in the White Castle, where the entire Fish-People are big fans of naturism, and the Gnolls and Ogres all wear little leather skirts.

Amos glanced at the dress of the Grand Butler of the White Castle - Gulgaru, yo~, still leopard print.

But apart from the lack of a decent set of clothing, the volunteer miners were not otherwise abused.

Especially in terms of food, the White Fort has plenty of food, and even low-status races like kobolds can eat meat at every meal, and these human miners are the same.

Amos looked at the bulging muscles of the adventurers, nodded in satisfaction, and the abundance of food, coupled with the long and arduous "exercise", made their physique stronger than ever.

It's just that these muscular big men are like shivering chicks in front of the White Dragon Lord.

Amos looked at the trembling adventurers below: "You! dare to challenge the authority of the White Keep! ”

The White Dragon Lord's words changed: "But, now, I give you a chance to regain your freedom. ”

The adventurers whispered.

Amos pointed to the two-legged wyvern: "My pets lack combat experience, so I need some sparring partners, fight them, and you will be free." ”

"The premise is that you can survive their attacks. ”

The adventurer looked at the two huge two-legged wyverns and rioted.

Seeing Bai Long's frowning brows, a big man who looked like a leader immediately stopped the whispering of his subordinates.

Knowing that he and the others had no other choice, Dahan gritted his teeth and raised his head to look directly at the White Dragon Lord: "Honorable White Dragon, our hands are already familiar with the mine pickaxe and the mine cart, and it will take us a few days to get used to the sword and shield again. ”

Amos thought for a moment, "Yes, then give you a week, during which you can move freely on Tasman Island." ”

Amos was not at all worried, the adventurer would run away, and on the vast sea, where could he escape without a ship?

"Then, in a week's time, you will report to the Colosseum of Whitescale City on your own. ”

After several years of expansion and development, White Scale City has become a large city with a population of 100,000, and the breeding base around it has been relocated to other islands.

The social hierarchy of the fish-people also gradually diverged, which was manifested in the fact that the White Scale City was divided into four urban districts: the square area, the trade area, the college area, and the residential area.

Among them, the square area is the political center of the fishmen, the residence of the upper class of the fishmen, the school area and the residential area as the name suggests, and the trade area contains all kinds of entertainment in addition to commerce, including the Colosseum, which the White Dragon Lord said.

The Colosseum is a circular building with a recessed center and a diameter of 200 meters.

In the Colosseum, the beasts and slaves captured during the expansion of the Colosseum, the gladiators specially trained by the Colosseum, or the warriors who volunteered to participate in gladiatorial battles, engaged in the most primitive and bloody duels, bringing joy to the audience.

A week flies in the blink of an eye.

Today's Colosseum is more lively than ever, not to mention the seats, even the aisles are crowded with people, all because of the majestic figure on the high platform.

At the beginning of the construction of the Colosseum, the situation of the white dragons was taken into account, and a huge square platform was designed at the highest point in all four directions for the white dragons to watch the game.

However, the white dragons are not interested in these petty fights, and it is better to sleep with this idle time.

And now, the seat designed for the White Dragon has finally welcomed its first guest.

The White Dragon Lord looked at the cheering fishmen and the dependents of other races below, and raised a huge dragon wing, and the atmosphere of the scene was completely ignited, and the cheers were deafening.

The old blind man stood beside the White Dragon Lord, looking at the scene below, and sighed with emotion, when was the fish-man still at the bottom of the food chain, struggling to survive.

And now, it can sit high on the Colosseum, watching the predators of the past fight for fun, it looks at the white dragon lord on the side with reverence, if it is not allowed, it will also chant the name of the white dragon lord like the ordinary fishman below.

Because all of this has changed because of the white dragon.

Old Jimmy on the side also smiled at the crowded scene below, and while sighing, he was also calculating today's earnings.

That's right, it would be impossible to build such a huge Colosseum in White Scale City without the support of the fish-man high-level behind it, this colosseum was built and operated by old Jimmy, and other fish-man high-level shareholders became shareholders.

As long as the bottom line is not violated, the white dragon is also happy to see the prosperity of commerce, because 20% of the profits of all business activities within the influence of the White Castle are taxes and enter the private dragon vaults of the white dragons.

It wasn't long before the floodgates on one side of the arena opened, and a group of human adventurers in leather armor burst out, armed with spears or swords, each armed with a standard oak shield.

The floodgates closed, and the adventurers stood at the edge of the arena, taking advantage of the last time to familiarize themselves with their weapons and equipment.

The audience was attracted by the human adventurers who appeared and looked at the gladiatorial arena.

In the gladiatorial arena, the ground is red and black, exuding a bloody smell, because the blood of the past seeped into the stone slab and could not be cleaned, and the pitted notches on the surface of the stone slab told the audience about the tragedy of the past battles.

After a while, a dragon's roar was heard in the sky, and two bipedal flying dragons fell from the sky and landed in the center of the gladiatorial arena.

Although the old Jimmy who got the news did a good job of publicity, and the audience already knew today's protagonist in advance, he still couldn't suppress his excitement, or why suppress it, no matter in that world, the most primitive blood and violence can always stimulate the most instinctive bestiality of intelligent creatures.

The audience looked at the bipedal wyvern falling from the sky, cheered madly, and threw the petals in their hands, the Colosseum was established for a few years, and there were only a few high-level battles, and this time there were two high-level wurms, which was unprecedented.

The bipedal wyvern is the closest wurm to a real dragon, and is no different from a real dragon except that it has no forelimbs and is smaller in size.

Of course, these are only external, internal things such as dragon inheritance, which are not something that Wulong can have, they can only rely on dragon veins, passively awaken some spell abilities, and have low intelligence, unable to actively learn magic.

The intelligence of the bipedal wyvern is equivalent to that of a child of four or five years old, and it can accept simple orders, and before coming, the white dragon lord has explained that it cannot fly and escape, and fights with all its might.

But it was the adventurers who took the initiative.

Under the command of the leader, the adventurers raised their shields to protect their torsos and spread out towards the bipedal wyvern in the center of the field.

The two-legged wyvern looked at the approaching human, feeling the threat, the dragon's snout opened slightly, revealing its white fangs, and a threatening roar came out of its throat, and the miserable green acid dripped from between the teeth and fell to the ground, and the rocks made a clattering sound, and small bubbles emerged, and its surface was corroded into small pits of different depths.

It's time for the show!