"Fighting Dog Alley" is one of the areas that even the residents of "Convicted Yuntai" do not want to set foot in. Not because of how terrifying or dangerous it is, but because of the people who live here - beggars, thieves, warblers, penniless vagabonds, and dying people in the late stages of "Sweet Wax".

If the inhabitants of the Yuntai are abandoned by the world, then the residents of the "Fighting Dog Alley", even the Yuntai have abandoned them and thrown them in the trash, emitting a foul smell, waiting for death to come. In short, it's a rotten place in the "Sin City" that no one cares about, no one talks about......

When Zar took the address he got from the goblins and invited the half-elves and Gavira to stand at the entrance of the "Dog Fighting Alley" together, a light rain was falling from the sky. Standing at the end of the brick road, looking up, a gray-black patch and the sound of crackling rain took over everything in view.

The dilapidated thatched huts, tents, and plank houses that could almost be kicked down with a single kick were intertwined, and the crooked pathways were impossible to see through. There was a strange smell in the air, and the mud and sewage under the feet soaked the entire alley, and the droplets of water falling from the eaves knocked out sticky bubbles.

Of course, there are people here, if these corpse-like creatures can be called human. No, it looked like stained cheeks that hadn't been washed in years, ragged clothes that were completely unrecognizable, tattered shoes, boots, bark sandals, or simply standing barefoot in muddy water. And their eyes, barely focused, or hiding under their jet-black hair to sneak up on you, that's what they look like.

In addition to this, there are the occasional sounds, such as aimless swearing, alternating hoarse laughter, and coughing that suffocates and spasms as if they were about to tear open their chests. It became the background sound of this alley. The voices sounded desperate, but at the end of the despair there was a laughable sense of absurdity - there were still people alive here, yes.

Standing at the mouth of the alley, Zal glanced at the address in his hand, and he would not doubt the authenticity of the address. Goblins can still be trusted in this regard. He frowned slightly, and before he could raise his feet to enter, he was pulled out by the half-elf beside him.

Along with Gavila, he looked at the half-elf with some bewilderment, only to see Cadius slowly shake his head. "No matter how dirty the place is, there are guys who have the final say, and they need rules to do things on other people's territory. ”

The half-elf finished and took a sip of beer, which he had brought with him before heading out. Then he opened his throat and shouted a mainland language of unknown meaning. He threw a money bag on the ground, and gently placed the beer bottle with half a beer left in his hand next to the money bag.

The half-elf waited for a moment before speaking. "Let's go. So he took Zal and Gavira and walked into the "Dog Fighting Alley" together.

Zar didn't ask much, he could probably guess why Cadius did it. The continental phrase was an obvious black phrase, which he had said before when he had heard people brag about it in the Knight Academy. And money bags as well as beer. It's not a hint of fault or trouble, right?

Sure enough, not long after they left. A man in rags walked over. Picked up the money bag from the ground, checked it, and finally took a sip with the wine bottle on his neck, looked at the direction in which Zal and his party disappeared, and wiped the wine stains on his mouth.

It wasn't until he was actually in it that Zal found out. The "Dog Fighting Alley" is much bigger than expected, and it is a bit inappropriate to say that it is an alley.

Maybe it was the half-elf's "overtures" that did play a role, and along the way, in addition to gaining a lot of weird, or alert glances. Zar and the others were in little trouble. In this way, according to the prompts on the address, after turning around, Zar and the others finally stopped. Of course, it wasn't they who found the orc's dwelling, but the goblin sketch that fell in a circle here and then disappeared.

The position of Zal and the others was at the end of an alley, and further on, the road under their feet led to an open place in the blurred light ahead. The wooden houses on both sides were crooked, and the staggered eaves only gave a glimmer of sky overhead, but at this moment, a series of rain was dripping down from there.

"And then, the address is gone here?" said Gavira leaned aside, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain. "The rainstorm is coming......" she reminded.

Zar raised his hand and shook the slip of paper, which was getting a little soaked. "No, that's it for the map given by the goblins. He looked back and forth in the alley, but unfortunately, there wasn't even a passerby to ask.

The half-elf shook the rain from his hooded cloak, took the note from Zal's hand, and looked at it with a frown. "Damn Scrooge, do you want to make a circle on the sketch, what kind of address is this!" He returned the note directly to Zhal, "find a way to find someone to ask, if that orc really lives in the 'Fighting Dog Alley', no one will not know about it......"

But the half-elf immediately asked. "For Gorintia's sake, are you sure that a top hundred gladiator will live here?" his words also caught Gavila's attention, and the two of them looked at Zal together, "Don't you think it's a little unbelievable? I mean, even if you don't have a patron, you shouldn't be reduced to this." ”

Zar shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment. "I'm sorry, but I can't think of an answer to that question. He looked up at the increasingly rapid rain and lowered his hood, "Let's go, see if you can ......"

Just then, a muffled crash came to their ears, along with the sound of wooden planks shattering. After staring at each other for a moment, Gavira turned to look at the end of the alley. "Over there. With that, the three of them ran together in the direction from which the voice came.

Rushing out of the alley, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and what came into view was a clearing connected by seven or eight paths, but it was immersed in the rain, and it could no longer be said to be an open space, more like a mud pond filled with rain and sludge.

The place where the sound came from was a house on the edge of a clearing. At this time, seven or eight unidentified fellows carried weapons and stepped aside, and behind them, a figure lying in the muddy water. I'm struggling, trying to get up. Soon, however, another figure smashed through the siding of the house and flew out, and behind him, a green-skinned orc was shirtless. Roaring, he rushed out of the house.

The three of them stopped at a distance. "Is that him?" the half-elf asked as he looked at the orc, Zar mumbled, and Gavira nodded. "He's in a miserable situation...... the half-elf said with his arms crossed.

Bloody Fist looked terrible indeed, his shoulders covered with blood, and blood mixed with rain was snaking down the wounds that had been opened by the flesh. His leg wound did not seem to heal, and he was holding a wooden crutch in one hand and a blood-stained mallet in the other.

Under the rain curtain. The orc gasped for breath, and fine raindrops fell on his body, shattering into a white mist. His wrists were still chained, but the flame tattoo peeking out of them was dirty and dull. Strands of long hair fell down, soaked in rainwater, and clung to his green skin, the eyes hidden beneath. The fury of Zal's impression has been lost, and there is only an indescribable exhaustion.

The half-elf raised the corners of his mouth. He said as if he had seen through something. "Vendetta......" Zar and Gavira listened and did not speak, "Hunters who have lost their capital are all in this fate." Kadius nodded at the orc's lame leg with his gaze, "Those 'stepping stones' that give you points will never pull out their daggers when you're strong. They'll just stab you hard when you're down......"

"To tell you the truth, if you break his leg, you might as well just kill him. Cadius turned to look at Zal and said, "In that case." He may not have to be slowly ground to death by someone in the never-ending vendetta......" His tone carried a slight chill, "What's even more ironic is that this is the 'Conviction Cloud Terrace', he can't escape, he can't go, only, death ......"

Gavira listened, holding down the dagger under her cloak. "Will you come, or will I come?" she said.

"I'll do it......" Zal whispered as he looked at the orcs in the encirclement in the distance.

On the other hand, the battle in the field doesn't stop with the presence of bystanders. However, it is no longer accurate to say that it is a battle, because the siege of the orcs by those seven or eight thugs is more like a bloody game. The weapons in their hands seem to have been deliberately chosen, flails, maces, duckbills, iron rods, wooden clubs...... It's all blunt weapons, and they're trying to beat the orcs to death.

And Grohl was obviously unable to parry in the face of the onslaught of attacks, and his lame right leg and the wooden crutches propped up on the side brought him great obstacles, and he couldn't even defend. Every time he unleashed a weapon, more weapons would be drawn at him, and every time he took a step back, someone would kick him back into the field.

With a "click", one of the thugs directly smashed the orc's wooden crutch, and before Grohl's attack could be killed, the other party had already stepped aside with a laugh, laughing at the orc who was roaring wildly.

"Come on, Grohl, kill me with your gavel!" the thug laughed, and the orc gasped and shook the rain from his hair and took a few steps back.

But at this moment, there was a muffled sound of "pop", and the thug who had just been beaten by him rushed behind him, and a series of flails were pumped onto the orc's back, and in an instant, the skin and flesh were opened, and blood droplets flew everywhere. "Let you hit me!damn green-skinned bastard!Come on, keep fighting!" he roared and slammed the orc straight to the ground.

The thug spat and was about to kick again, when the orc, who was lying in the rain, suddenly roared and rolled over, grabbed the placket of his clothes, threw him to the ground, picked up his fist and slammed it down!

For a moment, the rest of the thugs were stunned, and with the scattered mud and blood, the thug instantly lost his voice, and behind the orc, more weapons swept down frantically.

"Fuck, let him go!"

"Tell you to let go, didn't you hear!

"......Hit him!"

Several weapons smashed through the rain curtain and pumped onto the orc's back with a bitter line of water, but as if Grohl had completely forgotten the pain, he just smashed it down over and over again, lifted it up, and smashed it again...... Until his fists were stained with blinding scarlet.

The thugs finally became angry, and one of them picked up the stick, pointed it at the side of Grohl's face, and whipped it away. With a "snap", the orc's head slammed to the side, and the water droplets and blood foam threw a splashing arc on his face, and his movements stopped suddenly, and finally with a bang, he fell into the mud and did not move.

"Don't fucking play me dead, green-skinned bastard!" one of the thugs roared, wiping the rain from his face and kicking the orc over on the shoulder.

The fine rain line smashed against Grohl's body, and he gasped with difficulty, his mouth wide open, and a bloody hole was opened in the place of his cheekbone, and the blood ran down his cheek, staining the mud red.

"How many days is it today?" asked one of the leaders, looking at the orc.

"Seventh day, Boss!" replied his men.

The man kicked Grohl hard. "Damn the green-skinned pig, it's only been seven fucking days!

"Boss, you can't go on like this," said one of his men, looking at the corpse of his companion, "and if you come back tomorrow, will you have another brother?

The leader cursed angrily. "If you accept the cashier, are you going to break the contract! What the!" he said, as if thinking of something, with a hideous smile on his face. "Pick up his other leg for me, break it, and see how he gets up and resists!"

The other thugs were stunned for a moment, and quickly laughed and clapped their hands.

"Kudos, boss!

"yes, anyway, if you break a leg, he's still alive, hahaha......"

"Come on, do it!"

“......”

The rain from the sky obscured the orc's vision, and the blow almost knocked him unconscious, and he didn't even have the strength to resist before the laughing thugs stamped on his wrist and lifted his intact left leg into the air.

"Let go, let go!" the orc struggled, but his roar could only provoke a more violent blow, "Let go, I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill us?" hahaha...... "Piercing laughter surrounded the orc, and the sticks had been raised high above their heads in the thin rain lines. "Slow down, come at a time!

"No problem!"

"I'm going to kill you—!" the orc's voice was broken, humiliation, unwillingness, anger, and even despair filled his red eyes. He struggled, his chest pounding against the muddy water beneath him.

"Don't blame us, Groll!" said one of the thugs, "blame the guy who turned you into a wreck! without him, you wouldn't be where you are today!"

"No—!"

In the midst of the orc's elongated voice, the thug with the wooden stick in hand fell backwards for some reason, and the wooden stick that should have fallen on Groll's knee was misplaced and missed.

The crowd was startled, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a gray sword, held by a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak, piercing the thug's chest. In the midst of the rain, the blade of the sword pulled out a puddle of red blood, and those thugs were stunned on the spot as if they had not yet recovered their senses.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the shattering rift and thunder illuminated everything in the clearing, except that it did not illuminate the darkness under the hood.

With a bang, the torrential rain came again as scheduled...... (To be continued.) )