Colster, a typical elven city located in the western part of the High Elf Empire, is a new city, unlike other cities in the hinterland of the empire, Colster can always see some foreign races inside, from dirty goblins to irascible dwarves, from weak humans to strong beasts, it is hard to believe that arrogant and xenophobic elves can allow these lowly races to appear in the city.

Brian sat on the soft sofa, holding a transparent and beautiful glass in his dry palm, the clear red wine flowed slightly with the shaking of his wrist, and finally he drank it in small sips, and the mellow aroma of the wine made him enjoy it quite a bit.

"Boss, the time is almost up. ”

A goblin in a red crop top approached Brian and offered Brian a clean hand towel, Brian grabbed it and wiped his mouth, and then one jumped down from the couch, and walked straight out of his office without even looking at the goblin who was rubbing his hands and laughing next to him.

As soon as they went out, the two human guards silently lifted the mace in their hands and followed Brian, and the three of them walked up the stone steps at the end of the corridor to the basement floor, which is the office of Brian's employees.

Nodding slightly, Brian did not stop his steps, and the goblin merchants consciously parted a path, and surrounded Brian to leave the house, through a corridor, and finally to a wooden gate.

The guard stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the wooden gate was struggling to open by the minotaur slaves on the other side, and Brian tidied up his dress, and his proud face immediately turned into the most sincere smile, and walked out.

No goblin is at odds with their own gold.

The space suddenly widened, and a huge underground gladiatorial arena appeared in his sight, completely an enhanced version of what Alpha and Melgas had seen at the beginning, this scene made Brian's heart full of pride, as a goblin, from the casino on the surface to the bloody gladiatorial arena underground, from the military trade in Khiva thousands of miles away to the largest supply of medicinal herbs in Quirtoas close at hand, his words have a lot of weight, in addition, he is currently the hottest big slave owner, and the various slaves captured from Osim are highly praised in the High Elf Empire in the expansion period。

Grabbing such a huge asset in such a short period of time has undoubtedly made him a legend among goblins.

And the most brilliant of the legend named Brian is not the huge wealth, but the two powerful gladiators who brought him great fame and established him as the uncrowned king of the underground gambling industry.

In hundreds of battles, Brian's two slaves used their blood to tell others that their strength was unquestionable, and even if a High Elf magical nobleman personally sent his most powerful beast servant on one occasion, Brian still won the final victory.

And after that battle, the name of the pair of ogre brothers, Black Hand and Black Fist, instantly became omniscient in this circle.

That's right, the ace gladiator in Brian's hands was the black hand and black fist that Goron had sent to escort him, and it was obvious that this seed planted by Goron himself had grown smoothly as he expected.

Brian stood on the high platform, and a few words mobilized the enthusiasm of the entire audience, and the high wooden platform was full of masked audiences, clapping their anticipation, and several dwarves screamed uncontrollably.

After a few more words, Brian waved his hand, and the gates on both sides of the arena below slowly opened, and he allowed himself to retreat into the darkness, watching the slaughter that was about to take place.

The black fists and black hands walked out side by side, their bodies stronger than they had been when they had left Osim, nourished by Brian's careful supply of meat, and Goron's order to keep them exercising, they greedily devoured all the meat that was placed in front of them, the muscles of their bodies twisted together like steel bars, the skin coated with olive oil was smooth and shiny, and the purple paint outlined a hideous feeling, showing their explosive brute strength with unbridled brazenness.

The empty space made the black hand and the black fist blink, the black fist was one-eyed and the black hand was two-eyed, they looked at the crowd looking down on them on the high platform, their eyes showed a bloodthirsty and excited gaze, the continuous fighting had awakened some qualities in their lazy souls that the ogre had never noticed.

The next moment, they raised their hands, and the earth-shattering roar made the spacious arena small.

"Blood! War! Goron!"

"Chieftain !!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Roaring !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The two blue heads standing on the altar appeared in their simple brains, and the roar that resounded in the sky seemed to ring in their ears, which made them even more excited.

The minotaurs who had come out of the gate opposite had begun to roar uneasily.

The audience couldn't hide their surprise.

Brian shuddered as he remembered the humiliation of being ruled by ogres.

His eyes rolled as he scurbed and punched straight towards their opponents, heavy footsteps echoing through the space underground.

The Minotaurs were forced to resist, there were four of them, all of them were powerful warriors of a clan, but in the face of the ogre's charge, as a high-quality heavy infantry on par with the ogre, the Minotaur's charge was a little lacking.

The two sides collided with each other, the muscles of the black hands and black fists contracted and floated like a meat grinder running at full speed, and the purple paint on their bodies emitted faint magical fluctuations, which were the "brute force" written in runes in Goron's runes at the cost of temporarily losing some magic crystals, that is, a tattoo that increased strength.

The ogre and the minotaur fought everything, and the brutal collision of fists and flesh made the audience roar and cheer with excitement, no matter what kind of face they had under their masks, but at this moment they all turned into violent beasts, intoxicated by the gladiatorial fight.

"Roaring !!!!!!"

The black fist slammed into the ground and knocked the minotaur in front of him to the ground, enough flesh and rune magic to make him more and more towards a savage killing machine, the black hand did not delay for long, kicked the minotaur next to him and flew out, and then with a roar, he bent down, and in the frightened cry of the minotaur, he ripped off the horns on the minotaur head under him.

"Blood! War! Goron!"

A few minutes later, the entire gladiatorial arena was splattered with blood, and the minotaur warriors were lying dead in a pool of blood, and the black hand and the black fist roared twice, and in the surprised eyes of the audience, the black hand slammed the head of the black fist who was looking at the ground reluctantly, and then turned around and walked back to the wooden door.

Although they had heard of it, they were surprised to see the ogre disdainful of the flesh in front of them.

The magical ogre underground boxing champion really lives up to his reputation.

The Black Hand and the Black Fist went straight back to their house, a large warehouse house, and the beasts on one side carried the reward of their victory - a large pile of roasted meat, bacon, cured meat, and fresh meat - to the house of the Black Hand and Black Fist.

"Meat!"

The Black Fist grinned, and the Black Hand slapped the beasts on the stomach in thanks, but frightened the poor slaves and ran away.

Black Fist was already sitting on the ground and eating, two big hands stained with blood kept grabbing the barbecue meat from the big bucket and stuffing it into his mouth, the black hand stood aside for a while, and suddenly grabbed the hand that Black Fist stretched out to the bacon:

"Meat, take it back to the chief. ”

"Chief. Black Fist blinked his eyes, suddenly remembering the hunting tradition that had been popular among the Bloodhammer Clan "recently", and then shook his big head with a shiny face, "Meat, to the chief." ”

The Black Hand bent down and moved the bacon and cured meat to the side, where there was a large pile of wooden barrels, all of which they had found and which were not easy to become unpalatable, that is, the meat that was ready to be brought back to the Bloodhammer Clan.

Then the Black Hand sat down to feast on the goblin's meat, but unlike the Black Fist, he had the last words the Chief had for him.

"Exercise well, eat meat well, and wait for me to find you. ”

The Black Hand blinked his eyes, and although he didn't understand why he was doing this, the strength they had grown stronger and the flesh had grown since they did so.

The chief is amazing.

The Black Hand thought so.

That ogre chieftain is so powerful.

Brian, who watched the movement of the two ogres through a certain mechanism, also thought the same thing in his heart.

Removing his greedy gaze from the hole, Brian rubbed his hands, his ugly features twisted together, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely.

Originally, he was going to use the hands of the half-elves to get rid of the two-headed ogre sacrifice, but the situation had already exceeded his expectations, and the men he sent to deliver supplies told him that the half-elf army had been missing for two months, which made his heart shake suddenly, and the idea of leaving for the Osim Plateau once again could not be suppressed in his heart.

And now, after witnessing the power of the Black Hand and the Black Fist, and having tried his best to no longer train such an "obedient" and "strong" ogre gladiator who can overcome laziness and bloodlust, Brian can no longer resist the temptation to grab more gold and makes a decision.

"Let me think, what does that two-headed guy want? slaves, weapons, and ...... Books?"

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