On the rugged mountain road, a dozen people and two carriages moved slowly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man at the head of the team rode a horse and wore fine chain mail, which was Padwin's personal bodyguard, an eight-star warrior. The other ten were bronze warriors, guarding both sides of the convoy.

The carriage in front was loaded with an iron cage and Albert in it, and the wheels creaked and crushed the heavy ruts, which seemed to be a little overwhelmed. But Albert was unaware of all this, and he was doused with a sleeping potion, and was now asleep. The second carriage, which was shaking violently all the time, made one worry that it would suddenly fall apart, and among them was Padwin and the girls.

In the darkness, two pairs of eyes were peering at the convoy.

Catherine frowned, getting bad news from the Shadow Panther beside her.

Her coward's partner is in the carriage, and whispering in her mind allows elves to access the idea of beasts and plants.

Catherine was convinced of the Shadow Panther's judgment, the feline beast's sense of smell was very sensitive, and it smelled Albert's scent.

"Bella, you stay here. Catherine touched the Shadow Leopard's head, then silently trailed behind the convoy, intent on figuring out what was going on.

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Albert opened his eyes and shook his drowsy head.

Suddenly, his eyes widened at the realization that he had once again lost contact with magic.

"It can't be. "Albert is unbelievable, it is much easier to release the dragon's breath after his strength has increased, and he should no longer be subjected to magic backlash.

Just when Albert was a little overwhelmed, he suddenly saw the black shackles on his hands and feet, and couldn't help but be stunned.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and understood the reason for the loss of his mana.

Black iron is an evil metal that can imprison the magic and vitality below the king rank, so black iron is often used to create shackles and imprison cultivators.

Of course, black iron shackles are not everywhere, they are a very rare metal.

Albert tucked the dragon's blood ring in his pants pocket and surveyed his surroundings. It was a huge dungeon, and the dark space was lit by only a dozen torches, and the light was dim.

But for Albert, it didn't have the slightest effect.

The dungeon is hung with dozens of huge iron cages, among which are humans, orcs, half-orcs, and a few ogres who are barely intelligent creatures. But all of them had one thing in common, black iron shackles, and obviously, they were all cultivators. Most of them were glazed over, motionless in their cages, like soulless walking corpses, and only a few still had sparkle in their eyes and retained their conscious consciousness.

"Rookie, how did you get in?"

A voice rang out, and Albert turned his head and looked over.

In an iron cage not far from him, an orc with grayish-brown skin was watching him.

Orcs have hideous faces and two boar-like tusks. They are tall, broad-shouldered and thick-backed, with much shorter lower bodies than humans, and thick arms almost as thick as legs. This is a primitive and savage race, and every orc, young and old, is a qualified warrior. Their taupe skin shields them from the scorching desert sun, and their strong physique is the capital to compete with the monsters for water.

Although he didn't have a good opinion of the orcs who invaded the Terran homeland, in order to figure out where he was, Albert politely replied, "I was captured by a group of robbers." After a pause, he asked the orc, "What is this place?"

"Storm Arena dungeon. The orc said lightly.

Albert nodded, falling silent. He wondered where the Storm Arena was, but to no avail.

"Rookie, what's your name?" the orc asked, completely oblivious to Albert's look of disgust, "My name is Bawen Warsong, and I'm from the Warsong Clan. He said with some pride, raising his voice a few decibels, "Do you know the Warsong Clan? I'm sure you don't, but we're the bravest of the Orcs, and we have the honor of being supreme. ”

Looking at this chattering orc, Albert had a headache, "Albert." He told him.

The orc showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and patted his chest, "Little one, I'll cover you, if you have any trouble, just come to me." ”

Albert nodded noncommittally, not intending to continue.

Cunning orcs, this is recorded in the history books of mankind, and the word 'cunning' is mentioned in almost every passage.

But in this orc, instead of being cunning, he is a little honest and upright. Of course, this does not mean that Albert will like this orc, he is just making some judgments to the point.

It is a fact that orcs invade humans, and orcs are the common enemies of mankind.

However, Bawin was unconcerned about Albert's coldness and silence. He seemed to be bored, and after finding a catharsis object again, he kept chattering. This made Albert miserable, like countless flies around him, constantly wandering around.

I don't know how long it took for lunch time for Albert to be relieved.

The cages were lowered, and then a hundred guards came, opened the cage door, and escorted the slaves to the dining hall.

Albert carried a thick, foul-smelling green soup made of unknown ingredients. After hesitating for a while, he chose to eat. After all, no matter how disgusting food is, it's better than no food at all. But as soon as the soup was in his mouth, Albert retched and almost threw up his stomach. The food smelled worse than it smelled, and it was much more disgusting.

"It's good to get used to, it's delicious. Just then, Bawen came and sat down across from Albert, and continued to babble as he drank the foul-smelling soup.

"Can't you see that I don't want to talk?" Albert couldn't hold back any longer.

"Everybody is very disappointed when they first arrive, I can understand that. Bawen smiled innocently, not understanding the meaning of Albert's words.

"Then please understand me and leave me alone for a while, okay?" said Albert helplessly.

"That's not going to work, I'm going to have to help you settle in quickly. Babin said seriously. "We're friends and we have to help each other. I can see that you're very lost right now, and I'm sure you need me. ”

"No, no. Albert rubbed his forehead and gritted his teeth, "Stay away from me, that's the best help." ”

"Bawin, it looks like you've made a new friend again. ”

Just then, a deep voice came. Albert looked up and saw a mountain-tall minotaur over three meters tall, walking towards him and Bavin.

"Hey, Duncan, what's the matter with you?" Buffin greeted with a smile, but the smile was a little reluctant.

"You're knowingly asking. Duncan the Minotaur smiled and paused in front of Albert, "Boy, did Bawin tell you the rules here?" ”

"Rules?" Albert was stunned, "No, he didn't say, what are the rules?"

"Hey, Duncan, give me face. Bawen stood, an orc more than two meters tall, as small as a child compared to the minotaur. "He's my friend. ”

"Get out of here, unless you want to get beaten too. Duncan glared at the bull's-eye the size of the bell and slapped the hardwood table in two.

Seeing the tension, Albert smiled, "Don't worry, Bawin. ”

With that, he stood in front of Duncan.

The Minotaurs are a branch of the Orcs, the largest of the Half-Orcs, and the second largest intelligent race on land. Without using vitality and with bare hands, an orc cannot be an opponent of a minotaur. Although Albert didn't have any friendship with Bavin, and he hated orcs, how could he turn a blind eye to the fact that the other party was now standing up for him.

"Rookie, do you know who's in charge here?" said the Minotaur as he glared at Albert and said haughtily.

"I'm not interested in knowing who's in charge, but I advise you not to mess with me unless you've lived enough. Albert raised his head slightly, and looked at the minotaur without showing any weakness.

At this time, Bawen once again stood in front of Albert, "Duncan, you have the ability to fight me." ”

"Little Bawin, who gave you the guts to roar at me?" said Duncan through gritted teeth, grabbing Bawen by the neck.

"Big guy, I'm not one to mess with. Barwin yelled in annoyance, ducked his head to dodge Duncan's attack, and smashed his fist into his opponent's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

Bavin's fist missed, and Duncan grabbed his wrist and threw him three meters away with a full swing.

"Waste. Duncan snorted coldly and turned to look at Albert, "I don't know how thick the sky is, now it's your turn." As he spoke, he swung his huge fist and slammed it into Albert's head.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and Albert did not move, leisurely wiping his intact fist.

Duncan took half a step back, his fist covered in tiny bloody cuts. Duncan was shocked by this result, he didn't expect the little thing in front of him to have such power.

Carelessly, Duncan said secretly in his heart. Then he roared angrily and swung his fist again.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Albert didn't dodge or dodge, and met Duncan's huge fist. Two fists, one large and one small, collided together, and the sound of impact and cries of pain rang out at the same time, echoing in the cafeteria.

A streak of blood was marked in Duncan's mouth, and it flew upside down three meters in a parabola. When it hit the ground, it crushed a hardwood dining table.

"Looks like we've got a thorn in the head. ”

"Can make the minotaur deflated with his physical strength, is this kid a human or not? ”

Duncan was annoyed by the gladiators' chatter, and he struggled to his feet, lifting his wooden chair and smashing it at Albert. The latter turned sideways, avoiding the wooden chair while striking with lightning speed, grabbing Duncan's arm and throwing him to the ground.

In fact, Albert didn't go all out. His physical strength was close to that of a gold-rank martial artist, and those who did not have the protection of vitality could not withstand his heavy blows at all.

Just as Duncan got up again and rushed towards Albert, ten guards rushed over and stopped between Albert and Duncan. One of the guards pointed at Albert, "You, come with us." ”

Looking at Albert's back, Duncan's eyes showed a fierce light, and he said in a deep voice: "See you in the arena." ”