"It was a fantastic night. See you again, dear fellow Black Pearls!"

The eyes of everyone in the arena were immediately attracted by the two-headed giant, and the black-haired man was naturally no exception. This can be regarded as a relief for him, because in the corner of his eye, the attention of the male Drow next to him is temporarily not on him.

"The moonlight is sultry...... Oh, I'm sorry, I got the script wrong......" The words continued, but the appearance of the giant seemed incompatible with his funny words, making Zhuge subconsciously feel that it was not the two-headed giant in front of him who was speaking.

The black-haired man was suspicious, and he stared at each other's two heads, wondering which mouth was speaking.

"Ahem, let's start over. The great annual feast of Gullora is about to begin! How many years have we been together?"

The two-headed giant man in the audience continued his performance, his words paused as if he were wrinkling his fingers. But Zhuge found that the guy with dark brown skin looked sluggish and didn't make the slightest movement.

The words continued: "It doesn't matter. ”

After a while, the other party gave up on the specific number, and there was a bit of a scoundrel in his tone, for some reason, the black-haired man always felt that the other party's words and deeds were inconsistent—the voice of the voice was not matched with the two-headed giant's honest appearance.

"Hey, the last time I sat in the middle and left, it was the Ansel housewife, what's the matter, it's been changed this year?"

The giant turned around, and Zhuge followed the other party's line of sight, and directly opposite him was a beautiful and cold side face, one of the few drows he happened to know - the boss of the high priest of Ciris.

The Drow woman seated on the throne nodded, and with a thick accent, she smiled and said, "Coopas Rachel." ”

"What a powerful name, my lady. The two-headed giant bowed slightly towards each other, but this made the black-haired man grasp the point—two small green pointed ears peeked out at the back of the giant's neck, but in the middle of the pointed ears was a Mediterranean-like hairstyle. The strange voice continued.

"Then reacquaint yourself. ”

"I, the great and noble Sir Turner, a man of fortune and fortune! ”

For the first time, Mistress Rachel rose from her throne, and she bowed in full view of the giant, and the two-headed giant continued to speak, as if he had been accustomed to it.

The plump touch transmitted from the arm made Zhuge subconsciously look back at Cersialis, while the other party covered his mouth in boredom and yawned, but it seemed that he was no stranger to this scene on the field.

"Well, what the hell is this guy thinking, it's too tight!" Maybe it was because the black-haired man turned his head too loudly, making the male on the other end look at this side.

The other had a low, hoarse voice with a magnetic voice, but his tone was not friendly at all, and he spoke in the direction of the dark-haired man, deliberately revealing the Venus accessories on his shoulders all the time.

"Whoever you are, can I trouble you to take the claws out of Cersiris?"

Zhuge turned his head when he heard this, and the soft male face like a bewitching queen under the hood appeared in front of Zhuoer.

The male Zhuo Er was shocked and blurted out, "Human?"

In front of the black-haired man, the male Drow subconsciously stood up, and then showed that familiar set of movements. But just when he didn't know how to deal with it, the high priest of Circyris, who was beside him, rolled his eyes and said with an expression of indifference: "Shame or not? Who gave you the courage to be presumptuous in the arena?"

"Is it your self-confidence, or is it your mother's mother Evante's mistress?"

The male drow looked around, and he found that he had managed to focus most people's attention on himself—including the women on the ten thrones.

He slumped back into his seat, his eyes fiery as he stared at his plump arm. The male Zhuoer's face was like frost, and his voice crossed Zhuge : "Sexilis, what do you mean by this? Have you forgotten the marriage contract between us? What is the matter with this human being?"

Zhuge was speechless for a while, and his feelings became a third party inexplicably? He looked at Cexilis with inquiring eyes, but the other party's gorgeous and shy smile made him feel even more strange - he really couldn't figure out what this woman wanted to do.

Cecilis turned her head and whispered to the male drow, "Serafi, if I'm not mistaken, the marriage contract doesn't seem to count without the approval of Goddess Rose. ”

"Huh. The male known as Serafi Drow chuckled, he ignored it and played with the handles of the two scimitars in his hands, "Isn't this what today's arena is for?"

The conversation between the two was in lingua franca, and the dark-haired man caught in the middle listened to their conversation word for word, not thinking that he, who was out of step with Drow's circumstances, would be the one to take the blame for Cecilis.

Regardless of the two of them, who smelled of gunpowder, they focused their attention on the square of the arena, because the chattering guy said some "key" sentences - the same was true when the leaders used to go to the stage for meetings.

He listened attentively.

"This is just a digression. ”

"There is an adage between us, time is money, friends. ”

"To love money is to cherish life!, then, for the sake of your precious life, friends, the gaming area is in the direction of my right hand pointing in the seating area. ”

"The old rule, bet big and small, buy and leave. ”

For some reason, there was a "shhhh

During the feast, men and women waved cloth-like things in their hands from time to time. Looking closely, Zhuge found that some of them seemed to be temporarily taken out from some part of his body.

Being in this noisy environment gave Zhuge the illusion of returning to the vegetable market. The man looked curiously at the two-headed giant in the field, wondering what the other would do.

Vaguely, the little green pointed ear guy used the drooping ears and earrings on the inside of the two ends as his armrests, and the small and thin arms struggled to grasp. He tried several times, and finally climbed onto the head of the brown two-headed giant.

Then, leaning against the door of his head, which was not earringed, he gasped for air, and his bloated body, which looked like an underexercised body, kept heaving.

"What? Some people actually question my fairness! Fairness and interests are brothers, and neither can be missing. In the hands of the little green-haired and pointy-eared guy, holding something like a cylinder tightly, the black-haired man judged that the other party seemed to be using the principle of sound amplification to amplify his own volume, but it seemed to work well.

"But if you find out that it's unfair, then sorry, it only means that the great goddess Rose is not looking after you! ”

Greenhair's tiny body seemed to hide an infinite amount of energy—just no talent for movement, and he jumped and jumped on the giant's upper body like a comical circus clown, putting on a clumsy show. But he still made a serious appearance, roaring hoarsely, trying to drown out the noise and noise in the field.

"Don't question my memory, I've known Goddess Rose for much longer than most of you!"

It seems that in the world dominated by Drow, the name of the goddess Rose is universal. When the short, green-haired Sir Turner uttered Rose's name in his words, the black-skinned men silently put away the strange fabric, and behind the black-haired man, there was a murmur.

The short brown two-headed giant looked around as if he were reviewing his troops, and then declared, "Don't talk nonsense. Now, the show begins!"

The two-headed giant slowly walked to the back of the audience under the command of Sir Turner, and the vibration from the huge and powerful stampede came from under the black-haired man's seat, shaking Zhuge to the point of numbness.

The man watched the giant's sluggish movements, wondering how the other party was able to enter the city through the narrow passage, perhaps there should be an exit somewhere in this world, and that exit was connecting the society on the ground.

Just as Zhuge was thinking, the long and melodious sound of horns echoed around the square, the large closed hollow cave, the solid walls around it became the best reflection field, and the stalactites of different lengths in the depths became the natural controller to adjust the timbre.

The two-headed giant disappeared in the darkness, and from either side of the auditorium, two teams of Swift Dragoons galloped into the arena under the control of the Drow riders, long riding spears in their hands, and behind them, two scimitars hung on their backs—the same shape as those owned by the Drow men beside them.

The swift dragoons seemed to have been practiced for a long time, and they used dexterous movements to shuttle through the dozen or so huge pillars, not tacitly crossing each other, the thick lower limbs of the swift dragons trampled on the ground, and raised billowing thick yellow dust.

The rhythm of the horn began to become intense, and in the ears of the black-haired man, a specific shout could be heard from time to time, which was subtle and inaudible at first, making Zhuge feel that it was only the Drow whispering.

But soon, with the passionate outburst of the horn, the shouts began to become fiery and manic, as if brainwashed to produce a tail note similar to "Hehe".

The black-haired man stood up at a loss as he followed the drow beside him, and he watched as the Dragoons in the square quickly departed. The "security guards" with strange faces who had receded on both sides re-entered, and under the reprimand of the Drow soldiers, they lined up sparsely and walked in the direction of the "Yuntai".

Two dazzling lights suddenly lit up under the elevated passage opposite, and adjusting to the sudden discomfort, the black-haired man looked over, barely seeing a wide door open in the darkness.

A cage-like thing was covered with a black curtain, surrounded by "security guards", the wheels rolled slowly, and as it approached the gimbal, the dark door opened again, and out of it came a sturdy blue-skinned man.

The blue-skinned man, who was almost twice as tall as the drow man, crossed the line, lifted the black cloth cage off the ground with ease, and walked up the stairs of the gimbal platform.

When the black bra opened, the blue-skinned man unchained the cage and dragged out a humanoid creature in the middle.

"Oh, dear fellow Black Pearls. In the darkness, he remembered the strange voice of the short, green-skinned Sir Turner again, "This is the trophy of the warrior tonight, a slave of good quality, and the best of the best in the underworld!"

"Wow, I'm so excited!" was Serafi's voice.

The crimson dancing in the wind burned the black-haired man's heart like a raging flame.