The first gladiatorial fight came earlier than expected.

It was Barrett's third meal back in his cell, and it was a decent meal, a bowl of purple-black, fishy-smelling soup, and a half-baked rib of unknown creature. He always felt sick to his stomach after eating these inexplicable meats at first, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

Just as Barrett pondered the neatly gnawed rib in his hand and prepared to place it in the missing part of his roommate's chest, several barbed demons reappeared in the cage.

They escorted him out and led the brute down the narrow corridor.

It's been a long journey. There are also countless crossroads in between. Some of the forks need to turn to the left, while others turn to the right, and Rao is still lost in this kind of march with the extremely keen perception of the barbarian. I don't know how these stupid-looking barb demons remember such a complicated route.

"Where are you going?" he asked the jailer in simple purgatory.

Several barbed demons glanced at him curiously, and one of the leaders replied in purgatory, "Dice Arena, you will enter the fight as a gladiator." ”

Barrett nodded, silently following, not talking. In fact, he only understood the word 'dis' in the whole paragraph, and the rest of the text was completely confused, and he didn't understand the meaning of it.

Then they came to a rudimentary weapons room, where a large number of worn-out weapons were piled up, including traditional swords, longbows, great axes, and chain shackles, as well as various household items that were rarely used and could not even be named.

Blood was still dripping from many of the weapons, as if they had just been picked up from the battlefield.

"Hey, take your pick. A purgatory kobold in the weapons room said to Barrett in lingua franca, "Anyway, it won't be long before they come back here." ”

The Barb Demon untied his handcuffs and shackles, motioning for him to choose the weapon he wanted.

Barrett picked through the pile of weapons closest to him, rummaging through a longsword with only two minor cuts. This sword was already the best-preserved of the pile, and the rest were even worse. The blade of the two-handed axe still looked sharp, but the handle was broken, and the brute did not have time to reload it with a new one.

"Is there a shield?" he asked the dark-skinned purgatory kobold.

"There should be one in the corner heap. Yes, go further, the pile on your right, you look through it, I remember seeing it from the inside. The Infernal Kobold replied, "Shields are always in demand, and whatever their true role in the arena may be, they will at least soothe your nervous minds a little. ”

Barrett ignored the other party's ridicule, leaned over and rummaged through one by one, and sure enough, from the bottom turned out a slightly heavy medium-sized round shield, with several metal spikes on the surface of the round shield, but these spikes had been broken, fortunately, it had no effect on the protection.

Barrett put the shield on his arm and swung his sword again and again, getting used to the feel. After regaining possession of the weapon, the barbarian's mind couldn't help but come alive again.

Kill it right from here?, he pondered the possibilities. Despite the large number of devil warriors coming and going outside the weapons room, and a large number of steel demon guards guarding the area, Barrett still believed that he could kill all these devils, at least it would be okay to fight and escape.

But the question was the first one—where to escape from the labyrinth, and where to run after leaving, and, in whose possession the equipment, he was reluctant to leave it all.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of gold coins in the space ring that he has worked so hard to save, no one can take them away from the little hippopotamus, no, the big barbarian, no one!

"Have you chosen, prisoner?" the barb demon led by the leader asked in a stiff lingua franca when he saw Barrett in a daze.

Barrett nodded, dispelling the immature escape plan in his mind, and followed the Barb Demon Jailer out of the weapons room, and continued along the passage in a zigzag way.

It didn't take long for the Barb Demon to lead him to an empty room with a foul smell. The barbs then left, leaving him alone in the room.

There was only one ordinary stone chair in the room, and nothing else. The waiting time is really boring, far less fun than being in a cage. At least while in the cage, he can chat casually with the Soul Merchant, who is quite knowledgeable and knows a lot of unknown things, and he can also talk to the backbone 'roommate' who is a good listener and never talks much.

Just as Barrett was waiting a little drowsy, the iron door of the room was pushed open, and a barbed demon covered in scars and a pinprick demon with a broken arm walked in through the door.

"Come with us, Barrett, it's time for you to play. The needle-piercing demon with a broken arm said to him.

"You know me?" the brute asked in surprise. Am I already so famous?

"It's more than awareness. The Needleprick Devil held up his severed arm, "This is what you cut off, and you did these scars on his body." It gestured to the barb demon next to it.

Did I do it?Barrett frowned, when did I do it? Why don't I remember?

The Acupuncture Demon seemed to see the doubts in his heart, so he reminded again, "Interrogation room." ”

"Oh!! you're the devil jailer who survived that day!" the brute remembered, "you were the last to knock me out!" he looked at the scarred barbed demon next to him.

"Not me. The Barb Demon shook his head, "The guy who knocked you unconscious was killed by you one last time, and I was the one you kicked to the torture device in the first place." ”

"Oh, oh. Barrett didn't know what to say more.

"Let's go. The Needleprick Demon with the severed arm was the first to walk outside, "We'll lead you into the arena and inform you of the rules of the arena. Not only this one, but also the subsequent duels. During the time you were a gladiator, both of us were responsible. ”

"Not a jailer anymore?" Barrett asked.

"I don't know, anyway, it's all up to the above arrangement. The barb demon replied honestly.

The Needle Demon glanced back at the brute, "We still don't know if the original choice was right or wrong. ”

"What choice does it have to do with me?" the brute walked as he walked, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

"It's a little bit related, but it's all in the past. ”

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