Looking at the bloodied limbs thrown from the stands around him, Barrett somehow suddenly remembered that when he used to live in Galano, he had watched some aristocratic dog fights when he was bored.

Despite being called 'fighting dogs', the creatures that play are not limited to sturdy, ferocious hounds, but also wolverines, ferocious rabbits, skunks, and goblins. Anyway, as long as the adventurer can catch something, he will throw it into the cage and let them fight.

It's like the arena of dis in front of you.

Goblins fighting each other is considered the most interesting project, and these little guys, although they are very timid, dare to kill their kind. The fight scenes with weapons are normal, and the winner will be decided quickly. The loser had a few more holes in his body, and some blood flowed from the ground, and then the corpse was pulled out and fed to the other beasts, and that's it.

But if weapons are not supplied, the battle becomes extremely bloody, as the goblins can only fight with their claws and teeth. The goblins are fed a potion that will drive them mad in advance, and the little creatures will scream and stick their fingers in the eyes of their opponents, biting at their own throats like wild beasts.

Whether it is the winner or the loser, there is almost no intact place on the body, and the scene is extremely tragic. As for the fate, the fate of the loser naturally needs not be repeated, and the winner is only rewarded with a few pieces of moldy jerky.

Whenever there is such a game, many residents of the city gather around the cage to watch with relish, and there are even a large number of women and children.

Barrett himself wasn't really a fan of this type of pastime. If you experience too much killing, you will feel numb and then a little bored. But he didn't expect that one day he would become the goblin who fought desperately in the cage.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a sense of excitement about the battle in front of him, and the emotions that he had been intoxicated with one victory after another and the frantic cheers of the audience suddenly disappeared.

"Well, I want to have a pan-fried herb prawn!" Barrett muttered to himself, "What's the name of that restaurant in Vanilla City?" he thought for a moment, "if I'm not mistaken, it's like 'Tongue Guides You.'" If you have the chance, let's eat it again. ”

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Lambert, a vampire who had replenished his blood, seemed to have been reborn, and his face became elegant again. calmly, although the dress on his body is still tattered, it is difficult to hide his innate noble temperament.

The vampire once again turned into a pig-faced bat and flew towards Barritt, and when he was less than ten meters away from the brute, he changed back into his human form, "You don't seem to like these foods very much. He hung on the ground, holding the black cane engraved with the golden manju sawa pattern in both hands, "And you look much more decadent than before, haven't you recovered?

"If you get down on your knees and beg me," he said, "I might consider letting you live." Oh, sorry, but the term 'life' isn't accurate. What I'm trying to say is that I will transform you into a vampire derivative and serve me for eternity. ”

The vampire rubbed his palm against the golden bat at the tip of his cane, "Still, if you behave well, I might make you a real vampire." Yes, those who know me well know that Lambert is not a stingy man. It must be a great honor for you that I will allow you to drink my blood, break free from my control, and regain your freedom as a noble vampire, won't it?

"Do you like pan-fried prawns?" Barrett asked suddenly.

"What?" the vampire looked stunned.

"Fry the prawns!" the barbarian repeated, "a large prawn that is more than a palm long......" he gestured with his palm, "cut the back, remove the shrimp thread, and stuff in some ingredients such as minced garlic, green and red peppers, diced onions, sprinkle some salt, chopped herbs and black pepper when frying, and drizzle a few drops of lemon juice after cooking." The smell is so bad that you can't even throw away the shrimp shells!"

"There's also a steaming stew made with cream and butter, and it's up to you to add whatever you like. Carrots, barley, potatoes, clams, or cod and crab chunks, anything goes. Barrett continued, "The restaurant I ate at was owned by a pair of sisters. The rich and viscous soup of the stew will not only dispel the cold in your body, but also give you a good mood for the whole day. Hey, would you like to try it? If so, I can tell you the address of that store. ”

After hearing this, the vampire's face became extremely gloomy. He unconsciously gripped his cane with both hands, and his handsome face was slightly distorted, "Why do you say this?"

"Nothing, just a sudden feeling of nostalgia. Barrett said nonchalantly, "I really want to eat it again!" he sighed, "What about you? Do you have any special favorite food?" Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are an undead creature and you can't taste anything but blood. Even if the food is 10,000 times more delicious, it will be no different from the yellow sand around you. ”

The barbarian's face showed sympathy that was easily discernible, "To be honest, I can't stand a life like yours. Even a plain boiled egg, a slice of moldy cheese, and a cup of low-quality rye beer are better than sipping blood all day long. It's pitiful to think about that day......"

"Hmph, it's not your turn to be pitiful for a dead man!" the vampire Lambert drew a three-edged sword from his cane again, rolled up the yellow sand like a raging wind, and rushed directly towards Barrett.

The twin swords collided with the vampire's weapons again, "Dead man, hehe, isn't that talking about yourself?" Barrett looked at the other through the stalemate weapon, "You know, people who have died can die again, and it just so happens that I'm very good at this!"

The death music played by the collision of weapons is played again, and two creatures who have never met before fight to the death in this "melodious" music in the hope of winning the kiss of the goddess of victory.

The vampire changed his calm performance when he was suppressed before, and his figure flickered left and right, frantically attacking around Barrett. The stabbing blow of the three-edged thin sword in his hand was quite fierce, and each blow was aimed at the vital part of the barbarian at a sharp angle.

Since there is no way to compete with the opponent in terms of movement speed, Barrett can only switch from attack to defense, hoping to find the opponent's flaws from the defense and use counterattacks to kill the opponent.

Time passes in a stirring music of death. They fought from the left side of the arena to the center of the arena, and from the center of the arena to the right side of the field, which was almost against the wall.

As Barrett stepped back, he suddenly felt like he had stepped on something. It was a pale leg bone buried under the yellow sand, and it caused the brute to slip under his feet, and he fell directly to his knees.

The vampire Lambert's attack followed, and the rapier in his hand instantly turned into a shadow, and at the same time pointed at Barrett's left eye, throat, and heart, making the brute unable to guard against it.

The barbarian held the broad-bladed sword diagonally in his face, but the shadow of the opponent's thin sword was condensed in his heart. Just as the rapier pierced a little, it was deflected by Barrett with the metal fist of his right hand.

The vampire's rapier made a half-deep mark on the 'Armor of Redemption', and a faint light burst from the intersection of the weapon and the armor, and spread along the weapon to the vampire's body.

Lambert snorted and took a few steps back.

"You're wearing this suit of armor, it's annoying!" he said dissatisfied, "it's the paladin who left it behind." Hmph, do you think you can defeat me with it?"

"How do you know if you don't try. Barrett took the opportunity to get up quickly, and touched the scratch on his heart with some trepidation.

Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, Barrett knew that the martial arts of the vampire in front of him were indeed a little higher than his own. Although it is only a small point, it is extremely difficult to deal with the opponent's elusive and strange body and rich combat experience.

The undead creatures have no end in sight, and they are really a good capital for honing their martial arts.

The vampire glanced down at his sword-wielding palm, and the scorch marks on it disappeared in an instant, "Hmph, it's just a minor injury." He said contemptuously, "When I kill you, I will throw this armor into the 'River of Blood', let it be slowly eroded by the filth of eternity, and eventually become a part of the River of Blood!"

"Well, then you're going to have to work hard!" Barrett replied.

I'm sorry, the barbarian said to the 'armor of salvation' in his heart. Maybe you've got a few more cracks today. But you also heard it, a few more cracks are better than being thrown into a river of blood, don't you say?

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