While it is not known what benefits that landslide victory brought to their current owners, the change is clear. They were treated better and, of course, had to face more frequent battles. Over the course of the next week, Dineen and Albert fought three games in a row, the last time even facing six men at the same time. But the victory was still unquestionable, and their cooperation became more and more tacit, especially after Albert quickly learned to end the opponent's life neatly, and Dineen finally did not have to keep an eye on the situation on his partner's side. But he wasn't as excited as he was in the first game.

"No normal person would like to slaughter their own people, would they? I'd be happier if I was dealing with a bunch of orcs. Dinen frowned and said, "You seem to have some strange misunderstanding about me, man. ”

Albert immediately pretended not to hear the last sentence, and at the same time silently deleted a certain word to evaluate Dineen.

Dineen didn't dig any deeper. He is able to analyze the origin of the other person through various details, but he is rarely able to study and understand the complex feelings expressed by other people's every move - because observation can be cultivated, and low emotional intelligence is innate.

"Speaking of which, the games have been getting more and more frequent lately." Dinen remembered that the first two times they had been on the field, they could see the blood remaining on the ground of the gladiatorial arena, and he knew that there must have been a few unlucky people here just now, "What are they trying to do?" ”

If he had gone back five or six years, he would have 100% doubt that it was a blood sacrifice for the evil summoning ritual.

"Maybe it's to celebrate a holiday?" Albert guessed.

"At this time of early May, are they going to celebrate Children's Week?" Dineen said coldly and sarcastically.

Despite not knowing which region Children's Week is celebrated, Albert couldn't hold back his laughter.

Dineen didn't care at all what these nobles wanted to do. But such frequent matches caused a lot of trouble for his plans. Ever since they had moved from the ground to the surface, Dineen had taken advantage of the time to get some herbs. Even though he had never delved into alchemy, he had memorized many common recipes—Ever since he had to identify plants from the illustrated book one by one to make potions, Dineen had vowed to be self-reliant.

The recent blows had made him almost frantic and almost ready to throw the poison into the kitchen cauldron so that the whole manor would die, but Albert found and stopped him in time - to be honest, the punch really hurt. Dinen remembers the last time he beat him up like this was Mograine of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, but the difference was that this time he didn't lose both sides.

Anyway, in the end, Dineen changed the poison to an anesthetic. But lately he hasn't been able to find a chance to try again. Dinin was so annoyed that he even wanted to give the potion directly to the dog, and the success rate of the operation could be greatly improved without a hunting dog. But they must have killed a few people accordingly.

Actually, it's not a big deal, right? Dineen thought gloomily, swearing that if Albert got in the way again this time, he would let this kid know what it meant to be arbitrary.

But his plans were delayed once again, as if under some curse.

When the butler informed them that they were going to some hellish castle for a match, Dinen kept his expression aloof the whole time. It wasn't until he was sure that the other party was out of range where he could hear any sound, and he instantly turned into an erupting volcano.

"See the light of the dead! I've had enough! Dinen slammed his fist into the wall, and the brick-built room shuddered instantly, spilling dust and cobwebs over them, "I'm going to make these bastards pay when I come back this time!" Immediately, immediately! ”

As the conscience of this team, Albert sat aside as expected, waiting for the storm to pass. But when he heard Dineen's interjection, he couldn't help frowning.

That's another point of divergence. Albert's unwavering faith in the Light, and Dineen once mocked him for being a pious priest. Contrary to him, Dinen does not believe in anything, and makes it very clear that he hates the Light and the Apostles, Priests, and Paladins of the Light.

Thankfully, even though Dinen refused to believe in the power of the Light, he did not impose his own views on others. He was completely deaf to Albert's daily prayers, and his face turned black when he occasionally received a "Holy Light bless you". But when Albert asked why, Dineen just gave him a cold look and replied vaguely with "personal experience".

But now is not the time to think about this. Albert shrank in the corner—though there was more dust over there, but now the furious Dinen was more terrifying—and then remembered something, and suddenly said, "I know Dunhold!" ”

Dinen turned around, staring at him with red eyes, "What does an orc shelter have to do with us?" ”

"That's where our next game is......" Albert sighed, "Wait, you know where you are?" ”

Of course Dineen knew the place. A pathetic careerist who wants to use a slave and a group of prisoners of war to subvert an entire kingdom in pursuit of power has instead raised one of the Alliance's most formidable enemies. Years later, there are still people who insult Thrall with his former slavery life, even members of the tribe. But they simply didn't understand that it was this orc who had brought the tribe to life with his intelligence, sanity, and gentleness, not the hammer of destruction or the roar of hell.

If he had the chance, Dineen would have torn Blackmore into pieces with his own hands. Both his ambitions and his deeds deserve this price.

Wait a minute.

Dineh narrowed his eyes: "What else did he say?" ”

"Uh...... We'll be there for three days. ”

Dineen smiled interestedly.

"It's a really difficult challenge." He whispered, "...... But it's worth the effort. ”

Looking at his partner's bloodthirsty smile, Albert felt that he might as well restore that evaluation back.

***

Dunhold, now famous for gladiatorial tournaments, was originally built to monitor and prevent the numerous orc shelters in the surrounding area. So like every building used for military purposes, the main part of the building was built with large blocks of stone and rough sanding, which means that the walls have unevenness that is not obvious but not negligible.

Dineen leapt forward, dodging the oncoming enemy. He landed a short distance away, then spun around and lunged at his foe, knocking him off balance with his shoulder. Then he grabbed him by the neck and made the head come into close contact with the wall. After a muffled sound that made everyone who heard it shudder, the poor man, whose face was covered with his own blood, fell straight in the sand, and fell straight to the sand.

After eliminating the man, Dineen turned to look into the center of the field, just in time to see Albert fly the man in front of him with a hammer. The last of the men he had left aside for the time being was hesitating in front of his back—and Dinen raised an eyebrow and happily raised his sword.

The shouts that swept through the arena suddenly became louder than ever. Everyone, nobles and commoners, cheered hoarsely, and of course there was filthy swearing, depending on whether they won or lost the game.

"Remember to bring a dozen spears the next time you play." When they met in the middle of the field, Albert proposed, "We don't have to run around so hard. ”

"What?" Dineen didn't hear him clearly. It was so noisy that they couldn't hear each other even if they were only a few steps away. But he wasn't surprised by the frenzy, because they had just finished everyone out perfectly and quickly with a two-on-eight roll. This is an unimaginable record for the Colosseum – at least within the realm of what the audience perceives to be human.

Tsk, as soon as these two restrictions are superimposed, the scope becomes unimaginably smaller.

"I say!" Albert raised his voice as best he could, "Remember to bring a spear next time!" ”

Dinen looked at the guy in his finger who had been pierced through the throat by the sword he had thrown, and finally understood what he meant. He shrugged his shoulders and made an OK gesture.

They didn't stay long before leaving the venue. Neither Dineen nor Albert liked to stay and receive the cheers of the audience. Maybe some people will revel in it, but the two of them don't feel that way. Albert still feels insulted to fight for the entertainment of others, and Dineen simply looks down on them, and his occasional glance at the audience is as if he cares for a group of mentally retarded people.

After finishing today's fight, the only thing the two of them needed was rest.

- But some people just don't want us to live in peace.

Dineen used a cold look to intimidate this uninvited guy to get out of here. Albert sighed and moved his way, blocking his view.

…… The neck is so cold.

Against the chill behind him, Albert asked the captain of the guard about his intentions.

"You guys did a great day—"

The captain of the guard wanted to say a few more words about this, apparently he was also watching the game from the audience, and he was full of emotion at this time. Coldly, a head popped out from Albert's back, Dineen tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Tell the truth." "!

“…… Viscount Talvin has made a bet with Lieutenant General Blackmore that he wants you to play against Thrall tomorrow! The captain of the guard said quickly.

Albert was stunned for a moment: "Which slave?" ”

Dinen poked him and reminded, "Blackmore's orc pet, his name is Thrall." ”

"Also an arena champion." The captain of the guard interjected, "He hasn't lost a single battle since he started fighting. ”

"And your master still lets us fight him?" Albert said incredulously. He wasn't afraid, but surprised that the viscount had the confidence to gamble with Blackmore.

"Just because that orc has never lost, the more sensational and costly his defeat will be." Dineen reminded impatiently. After all, it is the future tribal chieftain, and a tribe that advocates force will not let a weak person command them. Have you ever seen a shaman wearing plate armor and holding a hammer to open a human skull? Sal was the first to do so. It's just as shocking as a mage beating people with a staff - but wait, it doesn't seem like there hasn't been such a fight?

Dinen was expressionless and threw aside the memory that popped up. He is not interested in other worlds now.

"The Viscount has faith in you." The captain of the guard said euphemistically. After thinking about it, he swallowed the amount of bets on this match, "He wants you to win as much as possible." ”

Albert nodded, "I see." ”

Watching the captain of the guard leave with a sense of relief, Dineh raised his eyebrows: "You're looking forward to fighting that orc?" ”

"Please, man, you said you wanted to fight against races other than humans." Albert reminded, "Just yesterday. ”

Dineen choked on him. When he said it casually, he didn't expect to be able to fulfill his wish so quickly. But after thinking about it, he smiled pleasantly again.

"You're right, my friend. I'm really looking forward to fighting Sal. Because—" said Dineen, in a tone so gentle that it sent chills to the back, "I want him dead." ”

Albert: "......"

Help, a priest! With the Holy Light above, his partner's mania has been committed again!