Cologne's gladiatorial arena

The new nickname of the gold coin Imit has begun to circulate widely. And it's not just because he skinned a dozen elite gladiators in a fit of rage. It was even more because in the next few days, many slaves accidentally angered him and were tragically skinned.

Many people have privately said that because of the escape planned by the gladiator mage last time, Imit was completely broken.

"Sir, the slave traders of Nunn are waiting outside to negotiate with you about the acquisition of the Colosseum!" the servant reported as he stood in front of Imit. Since the day after the gladiator mage planned his escape, Imit has let out the news that he is ready to sell his gladiatorial arena.

These days, merchants from the surrounding areas are coming to Cologne one after another, which is quite a bit of a grand event. After all, the Cologne gladiatorial arena was a leader in the industry not so long ago.

"Let him quote the price of his intention first!" Imit said a little tiredly. In the past few days, he felt that he was no less than ten years old, both physically and mentally.

"Yes!" the servant bowed out of the room, leaving Imit alone on the couch in a daze.

"Idiot!" Suddenly, a thunderous snort exploded outside the terrace.

Imit quickly turned his head to see a handsome man, shrouded in holy light, and full of praises suspended in mid-air.

Five winged angels armed with swords guarded the area.

Imit was so shocked that he fell to the ground. Like an old dog crawling to the edge of the terrace, he wailed with a handful of snot and tears: "Great Singer of Heaven, the villain has not done a good job and let your captives escape!"

"Naturally, I know that he has escaped, otherwise why do you think this seat would have come to your place?" the singer sneered, his eyes cold.

"My lord, I'm ......," Imit wanted to explain, but under the gaze of Na Senhan's eyes, he only trembled in the end.

"I'm not interested in hearing you quibble!, only one request, take my captive back for me!" said the chantor indifferently.

"However, that mage slave is very strong. The bounty hunters are reluctant to take this risk, but the witchers have the little money that the villain can give......" Imit wiped his cold sweat and said aggrievedly.

Boom!

A white light fell from the singer's hand in front of Imit's face, making a metallic crash.

Several milky white crystals with a soft glow pulsed before his eyes.

"Holy Light Crystal?" Imit swallowed in astonishment, looking at the singer in shock!

"These crystals are enough to lure the greedy alien witchers!" the chanter gave Imit a nonchalant look!

With that, the singer turned and flew off into the distance.

Imit lay on her stomach, her face cloudy. After a long time, he carefully put away the holy light crystal.

Standing up again, Imit only felt that he was fighting again. His dueling empire has not yet failed!

"Someone!" Imi snorted at the outside.

Soon a servant entered the room: "Your Excellency, please command!"

"Then go and post a bounty for the capture of the fugitive slave gladiator mage, which can only be taken by the witcher. Bounty of three Holy Light Crystals of more than ten grams!"

With the release of a new bounty, the city of Cologne has once again been pushed to the forefront. A pure energy crystal like the Holy Light Crystal has a great effect on many alien powerhouses who are attached to the Arcanist World community to survive.

Drow elves with long pointed ears and dark skin, Saiyans who can transform multiple times, and Nameks who can regenerate their limbs indefinitely......

All kinds of foreign powerhouses living in this world have been attracted by this bounty and rushed to Cologne City. For a time, Cologne City, which was originally not far from the Arcanist Xuehai Enchantment, became a world community race exhibition hall.

At this moment, all the strong people were like sharks that smelled blood, and they pounced into the surrounding forests under the temptation of the holy light crystal. In particular, the direction leading to the Arcanist's Blood Sea Enchantment has gathered the most powerhouses.

A day later, three witchers wrapped in cloaks arrive at the East Valley Lumberyard. Bursts of green bands of energy surrounded them. The surrounding trees rattle as if welcoming their darlings.

The race of these three people is known as the Children of the Forest, and they wander between the endless world planes of the entire cosmic community all year round. They are naturally able to communicate with trees, and can even give them a short period of combat effectiveness with their own energy.

In the entire multiverse, the strength of their clan is simply not on the table. But when it comes to tracking in the jungle, they consider themselves in a unique position.

After all, the bounty report and what they actually learned all showed that the prey this time was just a rookie who had just condensed the heart of the arcane.

Although their clan is not good at fighting, it is more than enough for the three of them to deal with a rookie in the forest.

Standing outside the lumber yard camp, I felt the wail of the trees in my soul. The three Sons of the Forest Demon Hunters snorted coldly in unison!

"Ignorant and stupid mortals!"

"They should be taught a lesson!"

"Let them experience the wrath of the forest once!"

The three demon hunters walked murderously towards the lumber camp!

Hickory stood bored at the gate of the camp, yawning. Due to the presence of the masters of the Holy See, the production and life of the entire camp have been affected to varying degrees.

Some of his old brothers seem to be sneaking up on something.

Naturally, he didn't know that many of his old brothers and friends were actually werewolves in his mouth.

Werewolves can easily transform into rampaging monsters on full moon nights. Over the years, the werewolves in the lumberyard camp have used a method of "wolfification citizen self-mealation" developed by the Arcanists. Healing potions are made from a few simple ingredients. It is possible to properly control the soul rage distorted by the power of the abyss.

Among them, there is a main material called silverstone, which is also the main material for the manufacture of protective oil used to protect wood from corruption, cracking, and insect damage.

As a result, large quantities of silverstone powder are purchased throughout the lumber yard and stored in warehouses throughout the year. That's why these werewolves are gradually flocking to the lumberyards.

The full moon night of this month is approaching, but it is not easy to hide it from the eyes of the Holy See priests and holy knights.

The werewolves used some small means to scrape together a sum of money, pretending to be an unintentional business, so that the original foreman who went out made a lot of money. The foreman, who returned to the camp the next day, announced that he was ready to step down from his post. Naturally, the werewolf won the position of the new foreman.

For the past few days, the werewolves have gathered in the foreman's room to discuss the future. Many people have spoken out about wanting to abandon the logging site.

In the face of the Holy See priests, who were not far away, they really did not have much confidence to hide the past.

However, without the lumber yard, they want to buy a lot of silverstone dust in the future, but it is not as convenient as it is now. What's more, this year, relying on them to occupy the logging site, many living materials were easily transported back to the werewolf retreat.

There was something treacherous about the whole camp. Just then, three alien witchers came outside the lumberyard camp.