"I once read a book, a book of human beings. I love humans, very much, not only because they provide hell with a lot of souls, the basis for our survival and growing stronger, but also because this race always reminds me of something very ordinary, but also very magical, clay!"

"No species in the multiverse is as malleable as humans. As long as you find the right way and apply the right force, they will become whatever you want them to be. No, no, no, I don't mean morphological change, that's where shapeshifters excel, and by plasticity, I mean their minds, spirits, and hearts. ”

"Humans are not as stubborn and arrogant as dwarves and elves, and you can easily influence their emotions and use this as a starting point to plant a trace of evil in the hearts of originally good people, or to brand a trace of good ...... in the minds of evil people."

"Okay, let's get back to the book I read. There is such a sentence in it, we will spend our whole life to get rid of the expectations of others and find our true selves. In fact, when I first read it, I didn't think this sentence was very special, but the original owner of this book marked it with a red pen. ”

"When I got the book, I was an ordinary traveling merchant, driving a large wagon towed by six Infernal monitor lizards, accompanied by a few heavily armed orc slaves, and employing a group of necromantic bodyguards led by lichs to walk the gray wilderness of boundless indifference and despair. ”

"At that time, the entire plane of the Grey Wilderness was still intact, and it had not yet crumbled due to the death of the hunted god. You can find all kinds of demons, demons, and all kinds of evil creatures such as the Sla Toad and the Fmi Ant Clan, as it was still the main battleground of the Eternal Scuffle. ”

"I sell everything that can be sold to both warring sides, from different types of armor, weapons, and magical equipment, to slaves and mercenaries who go straight into battle, and even secret information on legion movements, as long as it is tradable. At that time, soul coins had not yet been invented, and everyone traded with a crystal prism that stored souls, or used soul larvae directly as currency. The taste of the soul larva tastes quite good, soft and glutinous, and when you chew it, it will squirm desperately in your mouth and let out a scream of extreme pain. Ah, that's a real treat. ”

"It's a pity that the number of soul larvae is very small now, but that wasn't the case back then. At that time, as long as you searched carefully, you could always find this extremely delicious larvae in the gray-black soil of the gray wilderness. Many old ghost wives will specialize in this, and then trade the larvae they find with other infernal creatures. ”

"I'm a traveling merchant, yes...... Let me think. One, two, three, about three thousand years or so, it was well-known among the demon army and the devil's army. You have to be cautious when doing business with demons, because they are hot-headed at every turn, and if you say something wrong, they are likely to fight you on the spot. And the deal with you devils isn't much better, hey, you don't have to look at me that way, that's just the way it is. ”

"Every time I make a deal, I have to read the cumbersome agreements and terms, and the intrigues hidden in those words are often more dangerous than the sword on the battlefield. There were many traveling merchants who lost themselves because of a moment of negligence, and had to join the slave army as cannon fodder. However, in order for the balance of war to tilt even the tiniest square on your side, the price offered by both of you is very generous. ”

"The life of the Traveling Merchant has lasted for a long time, and my first few orc slaves have long since died, replaced by some of the semi-purgatory offspring they have produced. But the Lich's Banclo necromantic mercenary group of Nightcrawlers has been with me throughout. ”

"Until something unthinkable happened. In the process of this incident, the sentence in the book kept popping up in my mind inexplicably, and I began to reflect on it...... Oh, it's a pity, it looks like today isn't a good time to talk about it, do you hear the voice, the arena is about to start, I can't be late. That yellow sand is not only a stage for gladiators, but also mine. ”

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Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Even through the gate, Barrett could clearly smell the extremely thick smell of blood and sulfur that permeated the gladiatorial arena. Somehow, he had grown to like the smell now, and even the cheers and curses from the strange-looking spectators in the stands had become less harsh.

Just like the bowl of thick soup that made him feel sick and nauseous at first, after getting used to it, it also seemed to have a long meaning.

Man, what an adaptable creature, Barrett shook his head with a wry smile.

"Aren't you really going to use this newfound golden spear?" said the barb Demon Tanu behind the barbarian, holding the spear, "this weapon is much better than the two broken swords at your waist, look at the hard texture......" It slid the barb of its claw over the body of the spear repeatedly, "I dare say it's not pure gold!"

Isn't this nonsense, who would build a weapon out of pure gold? Barrett muttered to himself.

The golden spear was originally owned by the centaur warrior, but after Barrett killed the other party, he was able to inherit the spear, as well as the golden armor, including the unicorn-shaped helmet.

This is also one of the rules of the arena, and the winner has the right to inherit the legacy left by the loser on the sand. Of course, you can also choose not to.

Barrett hadn't planned to ask for the Centaur Samurai's outfit in the first place, because the heavy centaur armor was obviously not intended for a humanoid creature like him, so he couldn't wear it at all. And although the quality of the golden spear is good, it is not the type of weapon he is good at. What's more, even if he got all the equipment in his hands, there was no place to put it, and it would definitely not work in the prison.

However, the barb magic Mitanu behind him, and the needle piercing demon Saig with a broken arm, helped him collect this set of equipment.

"I don't really like to use spears. Barrett declined the Barb's offer, "Well, you can keep it for me, and it would be great if you could sell it or exchange it for a good quality sword or battle axe." ”

"I don't think it's a big problem. The Needle Devil responded. Later, he added, "As long as you have the opportunity to use it." ”

"Very well, hopefully I'll end up with something that could really be called a weapon. Barrett said lightly.

"The more victories you win and the stronger you show, the more people will put their eyes and interests on you. In turn, you'll get more privileges. "And the thing you asked me to do to find your original equipment will get results faster." ”

Barrett nodded in understanding, "Victory and living, defeat and death, I don't think it's too difficult to choose." I'm going to give it my all in every battle, and if I can pick the answer I really want, I'll leave it to fate. ”

The gate opened, and the brute drew the two broken swords from his waist and stepped out. At the same time, the voice that had annoyed him sounded again in the sky above.

"Let's welcome today's two gladiators, they are ......"

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