Lord Sherlock! It's such a pleasure to have you here! ”

The owner of the gladiatorial arena with a big belly, Poison Man, warmly received Sherlock in the office.

"The competition is about to start, and your chicken plan, Master Sherlock, is really good. Everyone's expectations are high, and today's attendance rate is over 50 percent, which I haven't seen in over 100 years. ”

"The old business philosophy of the past is certainly not suitable for use in the new era." Sherlock sat down in his chair and said with a smile.

"That's what you said!" The poisoner took out a uranium rod, heated it and put it on his mouth, and said with a sizzling sound:

"Lord Sherlock, it's up to your gladiators to play."

"Rest assured, they're ready."

Sherlock nodded, confidently.

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In the dimly lit resting room, a magically fueled ceiling fan swirled above the heads of a group of goblins, kobolds, and even goblins.

Each of these men had a strange green symbol on their heads, and unlike the average gladiator waiting, the group was not reciting lines or relaxing their muscles in preparation for the next gladiatorial fight.

They got together and chatted wildly.

"Sell and sell, hang the gods, go through the wall, aim at yourself, and the whole picture can fly into the sky."

"****, sell Nimabi!"

"How do you curse?"

"Whoever sells hangs, I scold whom."

"Wait for everyone to come together, ask for a positive wave, don't be cowardly."

"I'm Little Sister Lolita, can you wait and don't kill me? I want to eat chicken. ”

"Ronyma coin, I see that you look like a goblin and have a rough voice."

"Good luck eating chicken tonight."

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In addition to the sound of talking, there are many people who are squatting and standing up, squatting and standing up, repeating such movements, and there are people jumping up and down in the lounge.

Grabbing Genbao didn't say anything or jump around, and all his weapons and armor, like everyone else, were taken away.

The gladiatorial gameplay is to use the portal to randomly teleport everyone to a huge and incomparably large, just walking around in an hour of huge scenes, all players have no equipment, only wearing pants, in one by one abandoned buildings or scenes, looking for weapons and equipment, at the same time, every fifteen minutes in the large scene will appear in the stunned magic gas, players need to do is to persevere in the shrinking coma circle to the end.

The only remaining gladiator who could eat roast chicken.

Players were delighted when they heard it, isn't this the dungeon's version of the Peace Elite!

How could you miss out on this kind of play?

However, for the sake of the effect of the show, there are 100 people in a game, and only three games can be opened every day.

The reason why he could only open three rounds was because of Sherlock's request, hoping to control the number of gladiators, the reason of course was the limited number of gladiators.

On the other hand, because the gladiatorial arena in the northern underworld has just started to play this kind of gladiatorial fighting, and it is only a month of preparation time before and after, and there is only one venue, plus preparation for cleaning, etc., three games a day is already the limit.

If conditions permit, the gladiatorial arena is eager for 100 games a day!

I was lucky to get a good deal and received a response soon after signing up.

It also happened that the group failed to open up the wasteland, and they didn't even push half of the copy to catch the root treasure, and the time was overtime, and they stayed up all day to push the copy, and the guild members unanimously decided to take a day off and then open up the wasteland, and the root treasure just came to play a new game.

"Huh? Grab the root treasure? ”

Just as he was waiting for the Root Treasure to begin, a goblin came over and called out to him.

Grab Genbao looked back, and the goblin had the words "burning chest hair" written on top of his head.

"Brother Chest Hair." Grabbing Genbao quickly stood up and said politely.

Grabbing Genbao and Arthur had a copy, but the burning chest hair at that time was not there because of personal affairs, and Grabbing Genbao was in his place.

The title of Brother Chest Hair was heard at the time, and on the forum, it was also called Burning Chest Hair.

"I didn't expect to catch up with you, last time I saw you fight with Arthur, the strength is quite good!"

Burning chest hair said with a smile.

"No, no, Arthur let me."

Grabbing Genbao quickly shook his head and said.

The chest hair in front of him, although he is not as famous as Arthur, but his comprehensive strength and local tyrant level are close to Arthur, and it is a pity that in the last Black Knight Competition, he was shot directly by Sylvanas with a bow and arrow, otherwise, he might be able to fight with Grabbing Genbao or Arthur.

"He let you, how many minutes will you be beaten to death? Haha, I'm not mocking you, you're very strong, it's just that the last time I fought with Arthur, the equipment gap was too big. The burning chest hair followed suit:

"I'm about the same strength as Arthur, try it with me later."

"Well, I may not be able to see you alive."

Grabbing Genbao was stunned for a moment and said, the burning chest hair patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"If you live to the finals, won't you be able to meet it? Come on, I'm still very optimistic about you! ”

"All gladiators ready to enter."

Outside the noisy break room, a goblin with a magic megaphone shouted to the players:

"Everyone lined up to come out, a total of a portal, enter according to the number plate at the beginning, the single digit starts with 0, all hurry up."

After the man finished shouting, he seemed to remember something and shouted:

"Weapons and equipment are not allowed to be brought in, there is a checker at the door of the portal, and contraband is found to be disqualified from the competition!"

One by one, the players lined up and walked out.

Naturally, Rootgrab was also in the group, his number plate was 66, and he quickly found Portal 6, and behind the other players, he walked through the arch-like contraband teleporter.

The so-called contraband, that is, weapons and equipment.

Naturally, it's not much of a problem to grasp the root treasure through, and it's unlikely that other players will hide any weapons and equipment, after all, it's meaningless.

But when he walked in front of the portal, he saw the player who walked side by side with him at Gate 8, his crotch was a little abnormally swollen, and he was stunned when he grabbed Genbao, what kind of thing, that place can also control the size when pinching people?

The player at Gate 8 also noticed the Root Treasure, he smiled indulgently, the corners of his mouth rose forty-five degrees, and with an expression of "I bloom in the killing, like a flower in the dawn .jpg", he said silently with his mouth:

"Don't panic, it's just a bladder bomb."

, bladder bombs are not considered weapons?

Grabbing Genbao was stunned, and before he had time to think about it, he had already been pushed into the portal by the NPC.

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