Inside a metal gate, our barbarian gladiator was armed with a one-handed axe and shield, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when he looked at the fire djinn surrounded by flames not far from the door, and the huge and strange creature on the other side, which is difficult to describe in words.

"Well, you're not asking me to kill those two guys out there, do you? He turned to the pinprick demon behind him with a broken arm.

Rao is a barbarian is quite confident in his martial arts, but it is still unrealistic to take out two such powerful creatures in a gladiatorial fight. Especially the great monster, which looked like a mixture of insects and beasts, and the brute suspected that the rusty logging axe in his hand was only worthy of tickling.

"Oh, not really. "Those two guys have nothing to do with you, you're still going to face a brawl of about thirty people, just like the last time." ”

"So what are you going to do with them?" Barrett didn't know.

"It's about fighting each other, and it's arguably the most important fight in recent times. "And you and the other guys who are in the brawl are just laying some groundwork for this fight." Doing so effectively evokes emotions and anticipation in the audience, as is the case in almost every major gladiatorial fight in the arena. ”

Barrett nodded abruptly, "We're like appetizers, and they're the main course?"

"According to your human habits, it is. The Needle Demon walked in front of Barrett and looked out, "And pulling those two guys out early to make an appearance will also add a lot of bets to that fight." ”

"Will anyone bet on me?" asked the brute again.

"Maybe. "But the number of brawls will be large, and the fame of the participants will be relatively low, so the bettors will be relatively small." ”

"Then you should put some pressure on me. Barrett moved his shoulders, "No matter what the odds are, at least you can be sure that you won't lose money." ”

"I can't save much. The scarred Barb Demon sat on the ground and muttered softly, "If it weren't for the Jailer of Mantili, I wouldn't even be qualified to enter the arena to watch this fight." That's a whole soul coin, and I only have a dozen 'blood coins' on me right now. ”

From the pocket of his waist, it pulled out a handful of dark red round coins with a pattern like clotted cream, and counted them twice, "Oh, damn it, there are only eight of them, and it must have dissolved a few of them when I put my pocket by the pool!" it said in annoyance.

"Can this thing still dissolve?" Barrett crouched down and picked up a Blood Coin from the Barb's hand. Although the other party was a little dissatisfied with the barbarian's actions, he did not stop it.

"These blood coins are made from blood clots extracted from the river of blood. "So you have to stay away from water when using it." ”

"I guess it's not worth much. Barrett tossed the blood coins back to the barbed demon on the ground, "If you have faith in me, press them all on me." ”

"Even if you win, it's not much. "Because in the Nine Prisons, the blood coins are about the same as the copper coins of your humans, and they are ......," he said as he said this, stopping abruptly, then turning sideways, "By the time you play, human." ”

As soon as the devil's words fell, the metal gate in front of him rose again. "The second game, ha, I don't know how many there are in the future. Barrett took a deep breath and stepped out.

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Not far to the left of Barrett's gate was the fire djinn in a special cage.

The tall body of the guy flickered in the flames, the air nearby was violently distorted by the heat, and even the yellow sand under his feet had gradually glazed due to the long scorching. Even though Barrett was five or six meters away from this guy, it was still a little unbearable to bear the blazing heat on this guy.

The rest of the brawlers also walked out of the small doors around the arena. Thirty sounds like a lot, but in the huge arena in front of you, it's not crowded at all.

These brawlers seem to be more sensible, and there are few reckless impulsives. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and I don't mean to do anything for a while.

At that moment, the loud voice sounded again, and said in a fairly standard lingua franca, "The first person to have a kill will directly qualify for the promotion, and you can leave the arena immediately." Moreover, this scuffle will not last more than ten minutes, and if the brawl is not over after ten minutes, then the two cages you see will be opened. At that point, your fate will not even be in line with me, and it will be up to the two powerful creatures to decide between the winners and losers before the survivors can leave. I mean, if there were survivors at that time. ”

Damn! Barrett was upset with the voice. It always likes to stir things up and add new rules and conditions to make the battle as fierce as it is in front of it.

In order to end the battle as quickly as possible, our barbarian gladiators could only pick up their logging axes and charge towards the nearest guy.

The creature was an 'Amand', a humanoid race in the main physical plane that lived in the desert. They are about the height of dwarves, with large paws and claws, allowing them to easily walk through soft deserts. Their bodies are covered with a thick layer of armor like armadillos, and they have a very good defensive power, at least more than enough to protect against Barrett's logging axe.

Slashing, slashing, slashing, the logging axe in Barrett's hand danced vigorously, but he couldn't help the Amand man in front of him. The other party just curled up tightly on the ground like an armadillo, not attacking or resisting, let you wind in the southeast and northwest, I will not move.

But this did not stump our barbarian gladiators for much time. Although Barritt is not very talented, he is extremely experienced in combat. He only thought about it for two breaths, then threw down the axe and shield in his hand, and with his great strength, easily lifted the Armand on the ground, and then threw it hard at the fire djinn not far away.

The Armand spread out his limbs in the air, sliding wildly as he could, trying to escape the range of the fire djinn. But this futile move also had no effect, and the creature flew straight into the gap between the cage bars, and slammed into the flame-encircled body of the fire djinn, letting out an extremely terrible scream.

The atmosphere in the audience was much warmer because of this, and many devils even stood up to see the real thing.

The Akkadians have not yet died, and the desert heat seems to have given it considerable resistance. Although this guy fell to the ground in pitch black like coke, he still had vitality. It struggled to move on the ground, trying to crawl out of the gap in the cage, but was trampled on the soles of its feet by the fire djinn in the cage.

Hoping that time would be in time, Barrett picked up the axe again and went to find the next target.

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