Along the way, Dimerson boasted to White Steel about how majestic and beautiful White Sand City was, and at the beginning of the period, White Steel was not very convinced that a city of European medieval level could be very good.

But when White Steel actually entered White Sands City, he was shocked to realize that Dimerson's boasting along the way was largely true.

The cobblestone road is neat and wide, and although the road is full of people, there is not a trace of dirtiness to be seen.

White Steel took a closer look at the dark alleys that were hard to notice, but even with his excellent eyesight, he couldn't find any traces of the mess inside.

Perhaps, as Dimerson said, the people of White Sands can tolerate poverty, but they cannot tolerate dirty.

The scale of the White Sands Gladiatorial Arena surprised Bai Gang, and it felt like he had seen a large gymnasium.

The walls are made entirely of marble and are solid and thick, the massive stone pillars support the incredible weight of the arena, and the equally large gate makes it look like a building for giants.

Dimerson, who had been talking about the history of the Colosseum in the White Sands, did not shut up until he came to the exclusive private room of Erec II, and respectfully retreated.

When he entered the private room, the fat man with gray hair came up and gave Bai Gang a bear hug.

"Welcome to White Sands, my friend!"

As he spoke, Erec II clapped his hands, and eight pretty maidens came in and served the two.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you as well."

Erec II said: "I'm very sorry about your wedding, it was too late when I received the letter, I was planning to send an envoy to Stormwind City after a while, but I didn't expect you to come in person. But it is better that the king's gift should be delivered by the king's own hand. ”

White Steel took the gift slip handed by Erec II and glanced at it slightly, immediately showing a surprised expression.

"This gift...... You're so generous. ”

Erec II laughed and said, "It's an honor to be praised for the generosity of the Mithril Lord! ”

Master of Mithril?

Bai Gang rolled his eyes when he heard this, he now wanted to know how many strange nicknames he had inexplicably appeared?

However, the gift given by Erec II was quite generous!

Not to mention the two boxes of gold coins and pearls from Baisha Harbor, what really surprised Bai Gang was the slave warriors and twenty female slaves who were as many as 500 people!

The object of the marriage is not his daughter!

However, this also made White Steel affirm Erec II's other identity - the largest slave trader in the Seven Kingdoms of mankind.

The two chatted a few more words, and then they heard bursts of cheers coming from outside the private room.

Erec II immediately became excited, jumped up from the chair covered with lion skin, rushed to the window and tore open the curtains, pointed to the gladiators who were lining up in the gladiatorial arena, blushed and shouted to the white steel: "Anything else will be said later, come, enjoy the wonderful game with me!" This is a rare time for a powerful monster to participate! ”

"Warcraft?"

This time Bai Gang also became interested, in the previous battle, most of the monsters he faced were undead creatures, and he didn't see a few real monsters.

I saw the gladiators in the gladiatorial arena running out of the iron gate one by one, going around the arena to accept the cheers of the audience, and then standing in the center of the arena and forming a line, holding the weapons in their hands and looking at the heavy iron gate in front of them vigilantly.

Two heavy chains hung from the iron door, each of which was pulled by a hundred strong slaves to pull the door open.

"Roar!"

An angry roar came out from behind the iron door, and the monster's head sticked out.

"Dogs?"

Bai Gang was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the monster with three heads and a body like a lion come out, he finally reacted, isn't this the legendary three-headed dog of hell!

"Such a monster...... It's definitely not something that ordinary people can resist with armor and swords alone! ”

Erec II nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, ordinary people are just food in front of the three-headed dog.

But don't worry, every fighter in the gladiatorial arena now is a strong player with at least ten consecutive victories. Gladiatorial battles are only exciting if they are evenly matched! A one-sided battle is not called a gladiatorial fight, it is called feeding! ”

Sure enough, just like Erec II said, although the fighters in the gladiatorial arena can obviously see that they are temporarily teamed up and a little rusty, everyone's strength is quite good.

The three strongest gladiators formed a simple inverted triangle formation, and with the powerful fighting spirit on their bodies, they directly confronted the three-headed dogs of hell!

Hunger made the three-headed dog of hell extremely manic, and when it came up, it spewed flames and covered the three of them, but after the flames, the three of them only looked embarrassed, but did not suffer much substantial damage.

The ineffectiveness of the attack made the Hellhounds even more annoyed, and they pounced on the gladiators and engaged in a fight.

The three-headed dogs of hell are fierce, but the gladiators are no worse, the three main forces are responsible for dealing with the monsters, the two weaker ones behind them are ready to fill the holes, and the other five gladiators, armed with bows and javelins, are nimbble to attack the monsters from a distance.

The two sides fought evenly for three to five minutes, and the gladiator's sword did not find a chance to cause any damage to the three-headed dog of hell, and the fighting spirit of the gladiators in front of this agile monster was barely used for defense, and then distracted to attack was simply looking for death!

But the gladiators who roamed with bows, arrows, and javelins could occasionally tie a few arrows and javelins to the three-headed dogs of Hell.

The three-headed dog of hell has long seen those guys running around unpleasantly, but he can't help it when he is pulled by a few more annoying guys in front of him.

Finally, when a crack finally came to an end, the Three-Headed Hellhound immediately rushed out of the gaping gap between the three of them, and slapped a javelin-wielding, dark-skinned sandman gladiator on the wall with one claw!

Immediately afterward, the three-headed dog of Hell quickly hunted down the three of them until a gladiator who had been bitten on the left arm fought to the death, rolling himself and the monster together with the chain of the sliding door.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the gladiators rushed up and slew the three-headed dogs of hell!

Amid the frantic cheers of the audience, Erec II invited White Steel to come down and present the gladiators with the awards.

Traditionally, gladiators were freed from thirty consecutive victories, and for the more brutal form of gladiatorial fights, a statue was awarded to five gladiatorial fights, and the gladiator was rewarded with a small and not-so-excessive request from the organizer.

When he came to the gladiator who was desperately trapped the monster, had his left arm bitten off, and his intestines were bleeding out all over his body, he asked a difficult question.

"Are you Your Majesty the King of Stormwind and the Kingdom of Black Thorns?"

"That's right, I am, if you have any wishes, please say so."

The gladiator laughed.

"I just want to know before I die, are there any undead in my hometown, near the village of Baron Prol's secluded forest? The people of the village...... Are you still alive? ”