"Boom......" Instructor Drogba's lower body was already frozen in ice, but Instructor Drogba just shook his body, and pieces of ice fell from him.

The entire hall has completely fallen into the control of Instructor Drogba's domain, and countless pairs of bloody hands have indiscriminately attacked everyone in the hall. And Richard was in the field of instructor Drogba, and was pressed to the ground by dozens of bloody hands conjured up in the field.

The flames were extinguished, the frost dissipated, the sword was corroded, and Richard could only see Instructor Drogba walking towards him.

"Bang dang...... ......Instructor Drogba threw away the hammer and walked towards Richard. He always had a smile on his face, a cat and mouse smile.

At this point, Richard understood that the instructor Drogba didn't think about giving Richard a chance to fight fairly, he just wanted to teach Richard, the newcomer, a lesson, and give him a dismount!

Instructor Drogba came to Richard and looked condescendingly at Richard, who was held down by countless pairs of bloody hands, "Why do I feel that you are very unconvinced?"

Richard struggled, trying to say something, or maybe scolding. But the instructor Drogba would not give him this opportunity, and several bloody hands were on Richard's mouth, and he would not let him say a word at all.

"You think I'm bullying the small?" Instructor Drogba's grim white teeth now looked so terrifying.

"I'm just bullying the small! This is underground! And you ......" Instructor Drogba buried his head and looked at Richard with a pair of bull's eyes shining coldly. "And you're just a captive! a slave! a waste to be slaughtered by me!"

"I want you to remember today! In this underground, here, your dignity is worthless, and your life is always in my hands! And you can only choose to obey! Choose to fight for me! Die for me!"

"Maybe between life and death, you may break through, comprehend the powerful power of the realm, and become a legend. Well, then you'll have the power to kill me. You should take what I said to your heart, so that you can take revenge on me in the future. ”

"Hahaha...... Look at how pathetic you are. Now give me some reflection!" Instructor Drogba said, raising his massive fist and slamming it down on Richard.

Richard's consciousness sank into even darkness......

Pairs of bloody hands dissipated into the air, and the shadows that covered the entire hall hurried back towards Instructor Drogba. Instructor Drogba turned around and looked at the staggered and horrified array of slave gladiators in the hall.

"Phew, you scumbags, did you expect this guy to kill me, and then you will be free? Now, I tell you, it's impossible! You will live in my shadow forever, and you will shed your last drop of blood for me and my master! Now, keep training for me!" Instructor Drogba roared at the many slave gladiators.

The gladiators scattered all over the hall stood up in fear and pain, picked up their weapons and continued to complete the training task assigned to them by Instructor Drogba today. Aladdin Ayub Ben swallowed a large ball of blood in one gulp, gritted his teeth and stood up, his heart dripping even more. This crazy fellow, with so much power, is at every turn turning on his terrifying realm to teach people a lesson. Aladdin Ayub Ben had had enough, but he had to endure it until the Morning Star of Hope appeared.

Aladdin Ayub Benn picked up his sword and slammed it down at the stake in front of him......

......

Blood, blood, countless blood, blood like a great wave of blood surging towards him, but he was grabbed by countless pairs of bloody hands, pressed in place, unable to move, only to see the blood wave swallowing himself......

Richard woke up and looked at the only kerosene lamp in his cell, and then fell silent.

"Huhu...... Is it a dream? what kind of realm is it? so bloody and powerful? it still affects my dreams? is this a realm mixed with illusion?" Richard covered his head, his head covered with sweat.

"Whirring ......"

"Hey, are you awake?" a voice rang out.

Richard looked up, and sure enough, he saw Aladdin Ayub Benn.

"Are you alright?" Aladdin Ayub Ben jumped out of his bed, then pulled out an apple out of nowhere and handed it to Richard.

Richard nodded at Aladdin Ayub Ben and took the apple. "I ...... I'm ok......"

"Eat it, this fruit is a very rare thing here. ”

"Thank you......" Richard picked up the apple, and without pretentiousness, he bit down. "What field is Instructor Drogba exerting?"

"I don't know...... You're having nightmares, aren't you? Every new slave will be washed by the black mongrel with his domain......" Aladdin Ayub Ben said with a sigh of relief.

"Tell me about this person......"

"Hey...... I've only heard that this black mongrel used to be a gladiator too. And he also won the championship in the Colosseum......"

"Didn't you say that the champion would be sacrificed?"

"Yes...... That's what's weird about this story. Anyway, it was this black mongrel who was returned when he was sacrificed to the Lord of Endless Darkness. ”

"Returned?" Richard looked up in amazement just after taking his last bite.

"Yes!" Aladdin Ayub Ben also had a long list of question marks on his face. "The 'divine fire' that was ignited on him was extinguished, and he survived, and then was rescued by his master, who arranged to train him here as a gladiator. ”

"That's another question for me, who is this master of ours?" asked Richard as he turned to Aladdin Ayub Ben.

Aladdin Ayub Ben looked a little confused, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "There is no doubt that our master is a dark elf. I heard that he was very strong, so strong that even the housewrecks of the strongest city-states would treat him with courtesy. ”

"And he is the biggest slave owner in the underground. Legend has it that he was recognized by the Lord of Endless Darkness and knew in advance when the passage between the underground and the surface would open, allowing him to plunder large numbers of surface slaves every time. ”

"And some of these slaves were sold to various city-states, some were trained as gladiators like us, and some were used by him to practice spells......"

"Spell practice?" Richard was shocked, what a wicked guy this must be.

"Legend has it that he is a ...... who has been inherited by the ancient blood mage" Speaking of this, Aladdin Ayub Ben couldn't say it anymore, not because he didn't want to say it, but because of awe.