Zell World, the capital of the Okasre Kingdom, the largest human city-state in the north of the Eastern Continent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Located in the center of the lower town of Okasley, there is a very large amphitheater - Okasray Arena, which is one of the few entertainment venues for the nobles of Okasray, and it is also the only place where those strong slaves can get rid of slavery.

At this time, the Okasley Arena was already full of people, and the roar shook the sky. A large number of aristocrats and wealthy merchants have long been sitting in the staircase-like auditorium, eagerly waiting for the beginning of another bloody battle.

There were a lot of people who came today, some high-ranking people of the Okaslei Empire, nobles, and even His Majesty the Emperor himself came here with their families to watch the gladiatorial fight.

Because today there is a battle that has never been seen before in the gladiatorial history of the kingdom of Okasre.

On one side of the battle is the mysterious and fierce foreigner Edward Lee, the current king of gladiators who is about to gain civilian status and has won forty-nine consecutive victories.

On the other hand, they are not the usual humans of Okasra, nor are they elves with a glorious history that have gradually declined due to the withering of the World Tree, and they are not orcs who have just formed their own kingdom.

The King of Gladiators has to face a huge "Pitch Black Weaver" from the Demon Abyss, a general-level Abyss Human Spider!

In the third year after the World Tree withered, a large number of monsters from the Demon Abyss appeared on the surface continent of the Zell World, and the Okasley Kingdom, as the largest human city-state in the Eastern Continent, also had this phenomenon in the territory. This general-level abyssal spider was captured by a powerful mercenary group and sold to the Austrian National Arena at a high price.

According to the rules of the arena, as long as the gladiators who were slaves could win fifty games in a row, they could obtain the status of Austrian civilians and receive rich rewards. Countless able-bodied slaves sacrificed their lives to gain freedom, but few were able to achieve this goal. The last gladiator to be freed was an orc five years ago, and the orc died of his injuries after being freed.

It can be said that this regulation of the Austrian Arena is undoubtedly an illusory hope for the gladiators, and it is the motivation to encourage the gladiators to fight desperately.

In fact, the gladiators were freed and rewarded in a way that the leaders of the arena and the slave catchers did not want to see. In the eyes of these snobbish and cruel merchants, there are only crystal coins, even if they kill these gladiators by covert means, they will never be allowed to get a large number of crystal coins jointly issued by the slave catcher team and the arena!

Edward's titular master, the owner of the infamous "Grey Steelnet" slave catcher, is as fat as a ball, and Varrick is thinking about how to kill Edward. He was completely trapped in the arms of the three female elves with low eyebrows, and subconsciously turned the jewel ring on his turnip-like finger, muttering habitually to himself.

"My dear Mr. Edward, I didn't expect you to get to where you are today. ”

"Thank you for earning me so many crystals, and it's because of you that I, Varik, have been able to stand on an equal footing with the bosses of the big slave trappers. ”

"It's a pity, a powerful gladiator like you, where can I look for it?"

"What am I going to do with you? poison, or assassination, or abyssal spiders?"

"No, it won't work. If the damn watchdogs of the Austrian Warriors Association find out, I'm done. ”

"Then should I spare this mighty warrior? No, that doesn't work, gladiators should die in the arena, that's the unspoken rule of all slave trappers. ”

The more Varik thought about it, the more irritated he became, and the ugly fat face that could not be concealed by the gorgeous clothes covered with gold thread, the fat was twisted and piled together, like his nickname, King Slime.

Just then, a blonde elf dressed in a translucent light gauze robe with nothing but pink underwear walked in and prostrated herself at Varik's feet.

"Master, His Excellency Gao Long, the Overseer of the Warrior Association, has asked to see you. ”

Seeing this female elf, the fat that had piled up on Varik's face stretched, and a pair of small bean-sized eyes glowed greedily, constantly scanning the female elf kneeling below.

"Aha, my beautiful Aniah, you're getting more and more seductive. If it weren't for the nobles who liked virgins, I would have loved to eat you—I'd rather have more tempting crystals. ”

"Now that I'm thinking about what to do with my mighty warriors, I've heard you've been making excuses lately to bring food to Mr. Edward?"

Hearing Varik's muttering, the female elf's body trembled slightly, and the pretty face facing the ground also showed a panicked expression.

Varik, who was staring at the elves, smirked, then struggled to his feet with the help of the three elf slaves and walked slowly out of the bedroom.

In the living room of the "gray steel mesh", a middle-aged red-haired soldier in delicate plate armor smiled politely when he saw Varik come out.

"Welcome, Viscount Gaulong. Don't know what I can do for you?"

Facing an Austrian nobleman, Varik put on a flattering expression.

"Although this is contrary to the demeanor of the aristocracy, I can't help but say, Varik, your fat body is disgusting!"

"I don't want to say anything more to you, I came here to warn you that the glory of warriors cannot be desecrated, don't do anything to our warriors, otherwise you will face the wrath of my Austrian Warriors Association, more than 5,000 warriors!"

"Now, before this gladiatorial fight begins, I want to check the condition of both sides of the gladiatorial fight to ensure that the gladiatorial fight is fair!

Goulung's face showed an undisguised expression of disgust, and he was not polite to Varik at all.

It is precisely because of the intervention of the Warrior Association that many of the conspiracies of the slave catchers cannot succeed, and there are many fewer slave catchers for the slave catchers - without the existence of the Warrior Association, many strong orcs who have been exiled due to famine will become slaves of the slave catchers.

Varik was not polite to Gollon, but he did not dare to show a dissatisfied expression on his face, so he could only keep a straight face and obediently walked to the preparation room of the arena. The high-level of the Warrior Guild are all nobles, and he is not a businessman.

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To the deepest preparation room, you will pass through a living quarters for slave gladiators, where various slaves are held. Most of them are strong male humans, with a few female humans, orcs, and dwarves.

Pinch their noses, Varik and frowning Golong, as they walked through the stinking living quarters to the deepest preparation room, when they heard a melodious harp sound.

The crisp and melodious sound of the harp made Gao Long's frowning brow stretch a little, and a picture of a beautiful woman in a light veil playing the harp elegantly appeared in his mind.

After closing his eyes and feeling the sound of the harp for a while, Gao Long spoke to Varik: "Yes, a warrior like Edward is the right thing to do with a musician to relax before the fight to the death. ”

Instead of speaking, Varik gave a strange expression.

Gao Long listened intoxicated for a while before smiling and pushing the door in.

The preparation room is large and the environment is much better than the living area. The room had a large fireplace surrounded by low-end armor and weapons of various standards, and at the north end was a wooden bed and a table with a decent amount of bread and fruit.

To Gao Long's surprise, there were no beautiful women in light veils in the preparation room, and a man who did not look very strong was lying on a wooden bed with his eyes closed, covered with a dirty and inferior blanket, playing a small harp.

This man has short black hair that is completely impossible for an Austrian man to have, his face is like a knife and axe, there is a thin scar on the end of the left sword eyebrow, and his nose is straight but not as tall as that of an Austrian.

Seeing someone enter, the man opened his eyes, carefully set the little harp aside, uncovered the blanket and half-sat up.

Gao Long had to sigh in his heart at this time: what a warrior who is both strong and beautiful!

Edward's upper body was half-fruited, and although his muscles were not knotted like those of barbarians and orcs, they looked very tight. Coupled with countless faint scars, it is certain that this is definitely a well-tempered body.

His starry eyes are very bright, not at all gray like a slave gladiator, which shows that he is full of longing for a better life, knows how to make fun in suffering, and is also full of confidence in himself.

Gao Long thought that the gladiator king would burst out and hurt people after seeing Varik, but the other party did not have such thoughts, and instead looked at the two of them with contempt.

"Wow, who's coming, our dear King Slime, Mr. Warrick, have you brought in a chef to get ready to do something with my dish?"

"I want to warn you, this dish of mine is not easy to cook, and if you don't get it right, you might break your teeth. ”

Varique didn't speak, and countless times it turned out that he must have been the one who was angry and crazy when he quarreled with this Edward.

"You're Edward Lee from the Western Continent, the hero of this gladiatorial fight?"

Gao Long, a nobleman with an upright character, looked at Edward sitting on the edge of the wooden bed with a golden sword, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm Viscount Gaulung Treis, the overseer of the Warrior Association of the Okasre Kingdom, and since Your Majesty attaches great importance to this gladiatorial fight, he specially sent me to check on the situation of both sides of the gladiatorial fight, and you will be treated absolutely fairly!"

"Warrior Guild?" Edward nodded noncommittally, still looking at Gao Long with a suspicious gaze, "I hope you're talking, not farting." ”

Gao Long was not angry, he had seen many irascible warriors, and the words were much worse than Edward's: "Of course! I swear by the glory of the warrior that any conspiracy will be stopped!"

Looking at Gao Long's serious and solemn expression, Edward finally withdrew his contemptuous gaze, walked in front of Gao Long, slapped his right hand on his heart, and performed a warrior salute.

"Yes, in the glory of the warriors!"