Chapter 136: Provocation?

Enya could see that Aimee was not in a good mood now, so she hurriedly interjected and said, "Sister Aimee, are you full? Why don't we go to the Karague Arena?"

"Well, well, what about you, Aaron?" said Aimé without even thinking about it.

Aaron, who had been busy dealing with delicious food, had already taken an interest in Enya when he was talking about the arena. Ever since Cudicini's expression changed dramatically as soon as this guy appeared, Aaron vaguely felt that he might have something to do with this guy today.

Aaron will naturally not let it go easily. As long as you keep in touch with Aimee and Enya, sooner or later you will figure out the whole thing for yourself.

So, Aaron threw the chicken leg on the table, which had eaten only bones, and stood up and said, "Well, let's go!uh-" With a long hiccup, Aaron touched his belly, but it was met with Enya's count: "Kitot!"

"Poof!" Aimee laughed, and Aaron replied without showing weakness: "Elandor Bird!"

"You!" Enya said angrily.

"Poof...... Haha, you two, okay, let's go, it's getting dark, and if you don't go, you'll miss it. Aimee smiled and pulled the two apart.

Carragher Arena, one of the hottest arenas in Arsenal, is home to Arsenal residents who flock to watch bloody and intense fighting events at night, and importantly, the myth of overnight riches.

Aaron was no stranger to arenas, which could be found everywhere in the Aragon Empire, like those of the annoying and angry thieves.

As soon as Aimee came here, she gradually became a little excited, and the frenzied atmosphere in the arena seemed to be infected even by such a quiet woman. This came as a surprise to Aaron, but Enya was a long-time go-getter, and was able to name some of the guards and leaders in the arena.

followed the two beauties in the arena for half a circle, in addition to the large scale and bloody and cruel competition, most of the rules have obvious traces of quoting the rules of Aragon.

However, Aimee, who had obviously not been here many times, kept calling non-stop, and compared to Enya, who was a few years younger, the clan was like a child. However, compared to the watchers around her who made bets, Aimee was not devoid of etiquette.

"Hey, Enya!" Not far away, the excited and crazy crowd was separated by several half-orcs with strong physiques and fluctuating strength, and a handsome young man walked over and looked at Enya with a very gentle and concerned gaze.

"Jones, why do you dare to come here, didn't you give that dwarf a beating last time?" Enya said sarcastically as soon as they met, in a tone of disdain and disgust.

It turns out that I don't hate it the most! But I'm afraid that there will be trouble again! Seeing Enya's attitude, Aaron secretly thought in his heart.

With such shameless sarcasm, Aaron thought that a conflict was inevitable, because the few orcs behind the young man were not good at first glance, but he didn't expect the young man to be angry, and replied with a grin: "Hey, dear, those rude and unkind dwarves, if I didn't want to maintain the hospitality and friendliness of our half-orcs, how would I ......"

"That's enough, Jones, you're a shameless bastard!" Enya scolded in disgust, then took Aimee's arm and walked to another division.

"Enya!" Jones suddenly caught up again, and said with a hippie smile, "There will be a competitive tournament here in three months, and we can also participate in it then, do you want to have fun?"

"Athletic competition, how long do you think I can go up and fight those mid-to-high-level powerhouses?" Enya said coldly as she walked forward.

"Hehe, of course it's not you who play, you can arrange for the fighters to go up to the game, I heard that the champion will get a very powerful treasure!" Jones laughed.

As soon as she heard Jones's words, Enya suddenly became interested, turned to look at Jones for a while, walked up to him and stared intently into his eyes and asked, "Really?"

"Oh, of course, dear, how about you?" Jones swallowed, and met Enya's gaze without fear, and blushed slightly.

"Hey, but on my father's side, you're going to have to help me get it!" Enya said.

"No problem, Lord Neville will leave it to me, with the relationship between my clan and your clan, there will be no problem!" Jones replied with great confidence.

Aaron, who was being hung aside by the orcs, was watching the gladiators fighting fiercely in the arena with great interest, when suddenly a small piece of the wall under his feet collapsed, and the powerful power fluctuations of the Dao Dao kept leaking out from under the collapsed gap.

Suddenly, without thinking about it, Aaron grabbed the second girl who was about to fall from the stands into the arena from the stands, and then moved sideways to the left.

As soon as he grabbed the two girls and fell to the ground, a very slight cry came from Aaron's ears: "Let go!"

Aaron, who came back to his senses, felt the softness and warmth in his hands, and he immediately understood that he was grasping at a part that should not be scratched, and that part only exists for women. So he immediately let go of his hand without thinking about it, but there was not much embarrassment on his face.

Although Enya and Aimei were embarrassed, they also knew that Aaron's rush was completely well-intentioned, and besides, they had to save themselves from falling from the more than six-meter-high stand into the arena. However, Aaron's well-intentioned actions changed greatly in the eyes of a young orc.

When Jones saw Aaron's powerful claws grasping at Enya's chest, he was so angry that a very strong jealousy welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but be furious: "Damn, you dare to despise Miss Enya!"

As soon as Jones finished speaking, a tall orc with a scoop of oxen and a tall horse behind him immediately rushed towards Aarona with understanding. Although fifty percent of his strength has been restored, Allen, whose mental strength is still weak, does not dare to rashly expose his strength in the Newcastle area, so he has to still hold himself firmly against the other party. Moreover, even if he fought back, he would not be much sure about dealing with a few mid-level half-orc warriors.

"Stop!" Enya exclaimed in time, then turned to Jones and said, "Jones, you're too bold, aren't you?"

Jones was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said disdainfully: "Hmph, can't I afford to offend a mere human being?"

"No, you're wrong, he's the husband of our Lord of Kulnikova, Your Highness Aaron!" Enya explained, but with an equally disfigured contempt in her tone.

Sure enough, after listening to Enya's words, Jones looked suddenly enlightened, walked up to Aaron in a very surprised and joking tone, and laughed loudly: "Ouch, it turned out that His Highness arrived, I'm so sorry, please forgive me for my offense!"

Alun was simply numb to this kind of face, and nodded disapprovingly, but his eyes were on the gladiator who had just collapsed the stands in the arena.

You must know that the large grandstand surrounding the arena is made of countless high-grade Chaos Crystals, and it is difficult for forces below the gold realm to cause much damage to the stands and other buildings.

Now, the gladiator actually collapsed a small piece of the stands, and his strength can be seen. With Aaron's own strength, under normal circumstances, without using the power of destruction, it would probably take a lot of effort to cause the same effect on the stands of this grade material.

The gladiator's performance immediately attracted the shouts of more than 10,000 spectators in the arena, and the heat wave of shouting was higher and higher.

The gladiator was a half-orc in his twenties, but judging by his attire, he was supposed to be a poor freedman. In Newcastle, the gambling economy is further liberalised to the basic system inherited from humanity and is no longer limited to slaves, as long as you are able to apply to the operators of the various arenas.

The rewards for the victors were huge, and many orcs had come from here to achieve their dreams of becoming rich overnight, so many poor people would take part in such fights. If a slave participates, he will also have the opportunity to be appreciated by the elders of some clans and be exempted. As for the aristocracy, it was more about the pursuit of fame and treasures.

The other orc warrior who had fought with the young gladiator was already lying quietly on the ground, a puddle of blood seeping from his body to the ground, apparently with more air coming out and less air in.

While Aaron was watching him, the young orc was also looking at Aaron. Although there was no shortage of human figures in the arena, his rich gladiatorial experience told him that the human standing next to His Excellency Jones in front of him had an aura of surprise and danger on his body, full of evil violence and ferocity!

Jones also seemed to see the eye contact between Aaron and the lowly gladiator under the stands, and sneered in his heart: Sure enough, an idyllic nobleman from a remote frontier in the south of Aragon is only worthy of communicating with these lowly and ridiculous commoners.

However, he introduced: "Your Highness, that warrior on the field is a warrior of our clan, Solace! he and the other eleven warriors of our clan will represent our Breaking Wind Clan in the upcoming competitive competition!"

Jonesston paused for a moment, observed Aaron's reaction, and then said, "I heard that you Aragon people are very martial artists, and even a peasant has good combat effectiveness. Your Highness, I heard that your knighthood in Aragon was obtained from an extremely dangerous battle, and it must be an amazing martial art! I am very much looking forward to your performance in this competitive competition, Your Highness!"

Jones was already half a dead man in Aaron's eyes at this time, because Aaron felt that although this Jones did not have any murderous aura on his body, his power fluctuations had the seventh-level power of the early stage of the high level, and if he could devour his power, he should be able to recover to about seventy.