Just as Zelos wanted to make up for the final punch and end the damn match, the black-robed referee who was standing silently on the sidelines turned into a pitch-black ball of light that instantly crossed between the two, stretched out his left hand and made a forbidden movement to him, and began to count in a deep voice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"One, two, three...... 10. The end. ”

The black-robed referee nodded slightly at someone in the distance, and then shouted loudly: "The final winner of this competition is Zeloth, the 'bloody hand' from the Winter Moon Empire!"

"Drink!" Zelos wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, roared and raised his hands in victory, laughing as he listened to the screams and curses from the crowd in the arena, and walked up to the podium with a smile that awaited him with Beauty and Spirits, and countless gold coins!

Of course, this is what the victor should enjoy, and the loser is not only the gladiator who was dragged away like a dead dog, but also our poor Earl Peter, at this time, the Earl was in the VIP room staring blankly at the ring not far away, with an expression of disbelief, how is this possible?!His opponent is obviously only the peak of the third order! Could it be that Dott is deceiving himself? This is also impossible, didn't Dott also bet 8,000 gold coins on Claude, he didn't want that money?

"Lord Earl, how could this be, didn't you say that the thing in your family's family heirloom would make Claude win the game safely?, why did it still fail!?" Dott rushed in from the outside with a look of anger, pointed at Peter who had not yet reacted, and scolded: "I invested a whole eight thousand gold coins, and now they are all earned by those bitch/son mongrels, you have to pay to compensate for my losses......!"

"You lowly businessman, what right do you have to yell at me, do you think I want to lose?!"

Peter was not a master, but at least he was much stronger than Dort, who was over half a hundred years old, and grabbed the slave trader by the chest and violently pushed him against the wall, raising his hand and slamming him into the head.

"What do you want to do, Lord Earl, please let go of a Katcher citizen and apologize to him, or we have the right to arrest you!" The guards of the Camangard Arena armed with spears arrived at the very right time, just in time to see the current scene, the captain of the guard raised his chin and gently pressed the tip of his spear against the waistcoat of Lord Earl.

Peter felt a cold touch coming from his back, as long as the gentleman behind him could easily pierce himself with a little effort, he knew very well that most of the people who lived in a barbaric and backward ghost place like the Northland did not have a good impression of the guy from Feren, as long as it was an intelligent creature, the chain of contempt would always begin to sprout at some stage of civilization and then be deeply imprinted in the deepest part of the genetic map. Of course, needless to say, the current situation is not to be said, and Peter also understands what to do, but the long aristocratic life has made it impossible for him to accept bowing to the commoners, and this habit is also deep-rooted.

Dott was just a businessman, and he looked a little weaker than ordinary people, and this punch made him almost faint, but fortunately, the guards arrived just in time, he broke free of Peter's hand, glared at him fiercely, and threatened: "Tell you, boy! Even if you are still the Earl of Baijanting, in the Northlands, in Carcher, it will not be your turn to threaten me!" I'm a citizen of the Duchy of Katcher, and I enjoy the protection of the Duke, so you'd better pray now that you don't fall into the hands of the Judge, or I won't find anyone to ask for the eight thousand gold coins!"

"Your Excellency the Archon is so fond of your self-righteous aristocratic gentlemen, you are the first to do so in Katcher this month. Feren Shorty, I suggest you reminisce about the good old days, and perhaps spend the rest of your life in the Blackstone Mines! Someone, drag me away!" the captain of the guard smiled contemptuously, and his wolf-like men quickly tied Peter up.

"You bountiful pariahs! I'm an earl, and the nobility doesn't have that! You can't arrest me! You ...... this."

Soon, Peter couldn't scold, and I don't know which guy came up with it, and blocked Mr. Earl's mouth with a pair of stinky socks, the smell of the feet of these arena guards was unusually powerful, and Peter had never been exposed to this kind of 'high-level treatment' in his more than twenty years of glory days, and he was soon fainted.

On the other hand, as a special guest to watch the game, Lord Isaac handed over the fist medal made of pure gold to the winner, of course, there was also hypocritical encouragement and greetings, a bunch of meanings similar to "I am optimistic about you", "It is the right choice to come to Kacher", "Make persistent efforts in the next competition, and the year-end championship is also very likely to get it" The words came out of his mouth, and it sounded quite official, Zelos also behaved very well, thanking and complimenting him vigorously, although there were still some injuries on his face, but as a soldier who has been rolling on the battlefield all year round, this is commonplace, so the atmosphere of conversation between the two is extremely harmonious.

Isaac was about to walk out after presenting the prize, when a dark figure shot out of the crowd like a cannonball, and the bright silver dagger pointed directly at the vest of the lord standing in the center of the podium.

With a "poof", the dark shadow knew that he had succeeded, and in his memory Isaac had never shown much strength in front of everyone, and all the fighting was left to his Dragonborn legion or the girl who had always been by his side. As he stabbed the dagger into his heart, he could clearly feel the blade through the nerve endings piercing through the luxurious cloak into the flesh and then rushing deeper.

He will surely die!

Claude's hideous face was filled with smiles, and the satisfaction of working tirelessly to accomplish the set goal took over his body and mind, and the dagger pierced the epidermis, and the poison applied to it would completely kill the man in front of him in a matter of minutes. Seeing the arena guards rapidly surround him from all directions, Claude naturally let go of his hand, and then was easily controlled by the nearest Zelos.

"Lord Duke, are you satisfied with the gift you brought from Songmu Village, do you feel that your body is slowly stiffening and unable to move, I can tell you very clearly, in two minutes you will have to say goodbye to this world, of course, you can rest assured, I will accompany you on the way to hell and continue to bring you boundless fear!"

"You...... For...... Why, to ...... Kill me......

Isaac clutched his bloody wound in his hands, his words beginning to break in, and the black viscous liquid coming out of the corners of his mouth emitted a strong stench.

"Hahahaha, you should remember how Songmu Village disappeared, right? That group of terrifying monsters rushed into our home like wild beasts, and in the blink of an eye, the originally peaceful and peaceful village was completely destroyed, hundreds of bloody heads were placed like small mountains by the sign at the crossroads, I still remember their screams before they died and the pair of eyes full of resentment that refused to close when they died, so I will kill you! Your brutal rule will come to an end, and the Kachers will not submit to you, Brent bastards!"

Probably knowing that he was about to be killed here by the angry lackeys, Claude had no intention of resisting.

"Hey, I want to pretend for a while, but seeing this expression of an avenger who is carrying the lives of the whole village, I really feel sorry for you, no matter how I am also the lord of Kacher, the man who is destined to be the protagonist, how can I be hung up by some ridiculous clown at the beginning. ”

Claude was still immersed in the thrill of revenge, and the next moment he was completely desperate, he watched in amazement as Isaac stood up and patted the dust on his coat, and the poison-coated dagger quickly shrank like the petals of a dried flower, and in an instant turned into black-gray powder and drifted away.

"Not to mention, if it weren't for the hatred of extermination, I really want you to enter the Snow Dragon Court, and then give you some resources, I believe that you will soon be able to step into the master realm and become a useful person to Kacher. It's a pity why the god of fate likes to play such jokes on me, my Miss Fran has a big opinion of you. ”

I don't know when a girl in a snow-white dress has come to Isaac's side.

"Leave it to me, master, it seems that there are some lowly mobs hidden very deeply, and I need to comb through them again. ”

"Of course, don't go overboard, I've finally settled down, I don't want to give any more reason for priests and paladins who don't know how to live to trouble me. ”

"Of course, as you wish. ”

With a wave of Fran's small hand, the dark shadow cage opened its mouth and swallowed Mr. Claude, who was still in a state of loss and grief, and the petite figure also disappeared into the shadows.

Isaac gave a reluctant shoulder to the arena guards who were still petrified, like a gangster movie, the police were the last to arrive at the scene to clean up the mess, Salman ran from a distance with Dot's breathlessness, and after understanding the situation, he let everyone return to their posts.

"My lord, I'm very sorry, I didn't expect this to happen, my people thought he would die in the lounge, so they didn't take a good look at him!"

Salman shuddered and blamed himself.

"It's not your fault, Claude has some bloodline of wild spirits on his body, after entering the fourth order, his bloodline is fully opened, and he can use the sixth-order divine technique 'Gift of Life' once a day, and the healing magic of that group of legendary druids is indeed very powerful, and I ...... Forget it, there's nothing for you here. ”

Returning to the castle with Dott and Zeros, Isaac asked Zeroth, "Mr. Zeros, are you interested in following me and being my retainer?"

What he didn't expect was that Zeroth's answer was crisp.

"Of course no problem, I can't go back to the Winter Moon Empire, those old men from the military department wish I died outside, I'm just a trouble for them. ”

"Very good, the city guards, you help me take care of it, I will transfer all the dragonborns stuffed inside, after all, their management skills are simply miserable compared to their strength, I need a commander who has led soldiers, I believe you can do this job." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Zeroth's eyes were rather hot, this was a good opportunity, the duke's retainers were much better than going to the arena to fight.

"Then, come on, take Zelos to the Snow Dragon Court!"

As Zelos left the meeting room, Isaac turned his head to look at the silent slave trader sitting in the corner.

Dott was obviously beaten, but overall the punch was worth it, and Isaac gave him a bottle of primary healing potion in front of him, a potion of calming flowers mixed with cool spring water, and his red and swollen cheeks quickly recovered.