“…… As I said before, Goblin Gladiatorial is an unexplored field, and I know that your gladiatorial arena is quite famous in the northern world, and has always been known for its courage and innovation, so I believe that you are willing to accept new things. ”

In the smoke-filled room, a large, finely crafted black table sits in the center of the room.

On the black leather couch, a demon sits with his back to the door, his head propped up with one hand, and he sits quite relaxed.

"Lord Sherlock, you are a very evil demon."

A poisonous clam man in a plaid suit, a tight coffee-colored waistcoat, a tie, and a three-tiered chin slumped across from the demon in a huge boss chair.

In fact, he was sitting, but there was too much flesh on his body, and he seemed to be paralyzed there.

The poisonous clam man took a puff of the heated silver-white metal bar, spit out a circle of mushroom clouds, and then pulled another silver-white metal bar from the dark black log table, and said to a young demon sitting in front of him:

"Is there really not a single uranium rod? It's pretty good. ”

"No need." Sherlock waved his hand and said to the poisonous clam man in front of him:

"I have bloody chrysanthemum tea. But what does the boss think of my proposal? ”

"As I said in my letter, we are very interested in your ideas, Lord Sherlock, but in the gladiator industry, creativity alone is not enough, the audience must be recognized, strength is a very key part, otherwise, I will just pull some goblins that look weak, it will be the same."

The poisonous clam man took another puff of the uranium rod, and with the ups and downs of his speech, the already tight nails of the nails seemed to be about to reach their limit.

"I know what the boss means, and that's why I brought fifty goblin gladiators to let them prove themselves." Sherlock spread out his hand and said naturally.

"Reserves." The poisonous clam man straightened up, his flesh trembled, and his slimy hand, which had only four fingers in the depths, said emphatically:

"Your Goblin Warriors can't be called Gladiators yet, because they haven't completed the registration application, and if they really have the courage to face giants as Master Sherlock said, I wouldn't mind accepting some Goblins as Gladiators."

The poisonous clam man took another puff of uranium rod, took a deep breath, made a "coo" sound, and then spat out a circle of mushroom clouds, and said:

"There's going to be a small show soon, because it's not a popular time period, and the content of gladiatorial fights is not very new, and the audience is not very large, so I hope those goblins are as good as you say."

The Poison Clam Man said with a smile on his face.

…………

Black reptiles, stepping on dark, damp bricks.

The sound of chains, resting on the ground, made a screeching sound.

On the door, the words "Lounge 09" are hung.

Heavy wheezing echoed through the room, green skin smeared with inexplicable oil, knotted muscles in the light reflected in the light.

A thick arm, as if it were the size of a goblin.

A tall beastman, holding two metal chains in his hands, sat on a horizontal stool, showing a fierce gaze, looking at several goblins in front of him, those goblins, with green words on their heads, the words were very strange and incomprehensible.

"So, you've been a gladiator here for ten years? Oh my god, it's amazing, our novice trainer is also a gladiator, goblin Moros, do you know? ”

One of the goblins asked.

"Moros? I know a lot of people named Morris, the [Dead Undertaker] Moros in "Contract Ladder Briefcase Contest", the [Fire Player] Moros in "Hell Fire Race", and the [Knight of the End] Moros in "Buried Alive", but I haven't heard of Moros in "Goblin", what is "Goblin", the event? ”

The beastman replied with a smile on his knees.

"No, it's a race, it's a goblin, he says he's a legendary gladiator."

The other goblin hurriedly said.

"Legendary gladiator? A true legendary gladiator, it's just me! ”

The beastman stood up excitedly, and the muscles of his body squirmed as if he were alive, and then fixed his shape, becoming as strong as "bricks":

"Dwayne Johnson!"

The shadow of the beastman in the light shrouded the few goblins in front of him in shadows, he looked very imposing, and the goblins were especially small compared to him.

"Johnson! There are some places to ...... in the script you are waiting for."

Someone outside shouted, and then an elderly goblin, dressed in a white cloak and a scrupled beard, with a script in his hand, saw the other goblins in the room, and the goblin was stunned and asked:

"Who are these goblins? You let them in? They don't go to clean, clean up the stands, what are they doing here? ”

"No, they said they were here to fight." The beastman, known as Johnson, pointed to the green goblin above his head.

"Gladiator?"

The old goblin's eyes widened as he looked at the goblins, five of whom were wearing full-body armor and even weapons and shields.

Aside from their goblin ethnicity, they do look like gladiators.

"Did the boss smoke again? Looking for a goblin, has its performance dropped to such an extent recently? The goblin waved his hand, and then said to Dwayne Johnson:

"Forget it, don't worry about that, you have to be knocked to the ground in ten minutes, and the opponent will elbow you to the base of your thigh, and then pick you up and fall on your back, and you'll be knocked out at this point, understand?"

"Wait, they're goblins, right? It seems that he knows that my belly is so high, how can he pick me up and fall on my back? ”

That Dwayne Johnson asked.

"Is it stupid? When he throws you down, you just lift yourself by the hair with one hand and lift yourself up? I've been a gladiator for ten years, do you want me to teach you? ”

Johnson touched his bald head with some embarrassment.

"You can carry your scalp."

A goblin sitting across from him said the word "hoe he" on his head.

"It's all right, let's get ready to play, is the soap ready? Wait for the lights to shine on you! ”

The old goblin asked Dwayne Johnson.

"It's already ready." Johnson pulled out a bar of soap and showed off his shiny skin.

"Okay, let's go."

The old goblin went out with Dwayne Johnson.

There were only five people left in the room.

Arthur, Umegawa Kuko, Sylvanas, Burning Chest Hair, and Hoe He.

"What do we do now?"

Kuko Umegawa asked in the silent room.

"Huh? What to do? ”

Hoe He looked a little confused.

"It's just the gladiatorial fight that we're waiting for, and we're going to play too, right? What to do? ”

Umegawa Kuko says:

"We should discuss some tactics, right? Although there is no mention of melee in the quest prompt, if the winning team wins, there will be a better reward anyway, right? ”

"I think we should prioritize a long-range wave of precision strikes."

Sylvanas took out her short bow and stroked it with a loving look.

"Hit your teammates with precision?"

The burning chest hair on the side said.

Sylvanas jumped up at once, grabbed the ends of the day worker and stuck it on the neck of the burning chest hair, and then strangled it vigorously, and said viciously:

"If you tell Lao Tzu this stalk again, Lao Tzu will kill you accurately now!"

"I'm going to die! Wo Cao is dying! ”

"Let go! Before we even start, are we going to have one less person! ”

Umegawa Kuko and Ho He hurried up to save their teammates.

Arthur was the only one who did not speak, silently holding his short sword, sharpening the blade with a stone.

When the five of them were playing in the locker room prepared by the players, there was a noise outside:

"Ladies——! Gentlemen——! Welcome to today's Northern Underworld World Wrestling Championship! I'm the host of the contest...... Let's welcome [Boulder] strong、What?! He even used a weapon that violated the rules! No! Guard! Guard, oh my god, the scene is completely out of control, oh my goodness, this is really the bloodiest professional wrestling tournament I've ever seen, this match shouldn't be called [The Impossible One], this is simply the "No Miserable One"! What the? Doesn't I make sense of this? ”

The four people in the fight are still fighting.

“…… Oh, my God! Johnson's equipment was taken away, and it was taken away so forcefully, look! The equipment was devoured alive by the Iron Eater! It seems that the [Iron Eater] has won, and I am personally looking forward to the melee between the [Iron Eater] and the next fifty goblins, maybe the [Iron Eater] will eat the goblins, along with their equipment? ”

The four of them fell silent and sat back in their seats.

Umegawa Kuko looked at Sylvanas and asked:

"Let's stand behind you, can you strike with precision first?"

………………

"Hurry up! You fat and lazy criminal hamster! ”

"Bang Bang!"

In front of the three spinning hamster flywheels, a toothless goblin was pumping the whip in his hand into the air.

In front of him were three hamsters running infinitely in the flywheel, revealing their black faces.

A beastman came in and said:

"It's okay to bleed the special effect on it, you don't have to run the flywheel here, you let these hamsters clean up."

The man departed, and the goblin nodded, and drank again:

"Sinner, all three of you stop and clean the lounge!"

(There are two more, and the remaining two are to pay off the debt, ask for a monthly pass!) We're about to hit the ninth on the new book list! Cow Beer)

(PY recommends "I have a room in a mental hospital in American comics", the author seems to be a newcomer, writing American comics, probably.) ）