"Who are you? or...... What is it?" asked Shellt cautiously, adjusting his fighting stance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man did not speak, but his voice came straight into everyone's minds like a whisper in the darkness: "I am a servant of God, serving the great Pale Lord. Welcome to the Golem Arena. ”

Hearing the man's answer so calmly, Shelt brandished his sword in more and more rage, and scolded, "Put away your witchcraft, trash!

The man still didn't speak, not even bothering to look up at Sheldt. He clapped his hands, and crisp applause resounded in the underground square. Then, two burly figures slowly emerged from the darkness behind him. One of the orcs wore special armor - the shape of the armor was extremely rough, it looked like it was made from the bones of some large animal, and the armor was covered with signs of corrosion, but it did not detract from the deterrent effect of the messy and exaggerated shape. The orc held a large xenomorph weapon in his hands—a bizarre double-edged axe with an exaggerated size on one end and a broadsword on the other, and the wielder's hands were on the hilt and axe—and he stared blankly at Sheldt, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and his skin turned from ordinary orc green to a disastrous pale blue. The other figure belonged to an "iron can" covered in armor. His armor was covered with dense iron spikes on both his shoulders and knees, and his helmet was inlaid with a terrifying meniscus-shaped blade. From the two long horns deep in the helmet, he told Shelt that there was a majestic minotaur hidden under the armor. The Minotaur held a heavy flail with three chains and three hammerheads in his right hand, and a square tower shield as tall as him in his left arm, and the shield was about to pierce a human body that was not completely dead just in time for the short sword-length shield, and small streams of blood were flowing down the shield to the ground.

"Allow me to introduce to you my masterpieces, 'Thorns' and 'Chariots,'" the man finally spoke, his head pridefully raised, his hands spread out as if he had been baptized in glory.

"your work!" exclaimed Sheldt, "if I had known that Kraft's fool was playing such a trick as the underground arena to cheat money, and that he had such an unruly host as you, I would have shot at his castle myself! Now, I don't have time to deal with the deranged pseudo-wizard and get out of the way! Or don't blame me for your life!"

"I can only agree with part of what you say. Craft was indeed a fool to think that the great Pale Lord could not find out about his tricks. He has already received the punishment he deserves. The man said and waved his hand at the minotaur standing on the left, who immediately held the tower shield in front of him, allowing Sheldt and his party to clearly see that the shield was groaning in pain, and the human was playing with the divine will.

"Damn," Revan cursed under his breath, "it's a lot more troublesome than we thought. ”

Sheldt turned around and was about to leave, but out of nowhere, a stone door rumbled to block the cloister leading to the underground wide.

"The etiquette of the East Island says: 'If you come, you will be safe.' 'Why are you in such a hurry to leave?' the man said with a smirk, a smile that creeped Shield. "Your arrival here is not by chance, but at the behest of the great Pale Lord. Come, since Kraft built this arena, there is only one way for the warriors who have come here to leave - to kill my work, and prove your worth like the Great Pale Lord. The man clapped his hands again, and the two subhuman fighters, known as "Thorns" and "Chariots", rushed towards Shelt and the others with great vigour.

"Since you're hell-bent on death, just give it a try! When I'm done with your garbage, you'll wish you'd never met me!"