The Colosseum has a history of more than 30 years since its establishment.

Its founder was none other than the former emperor known as the "Emperor of Lews".

This person is not only stupid and incompetent, but also likes to toss around, coupled with his long life, he is almost about to lose the family of the Boon Empire.

Later, Baijans died in a coup d'état.

After Primpon came to power, he launched a series of policies to eliminate treachery and reform, but only the entertainment facility called the "Colosseum" was retained.

His Majesty the Emperor also needs to relax, especially for Prindon.

In principle, the Colosseum has a very strict membership system.

Only the nobles of the Empire had the privilege of entering, and those below the count had to get an invitation to enter the Colosseum.

Lin Xiao didn't have an invitation letter, so how could he enter the arena as a VIP?

The simple answer is the power of money.

Time has passed, and the management of the arena has long been less strict than it used to be.

As long as you have enough money, you can buy off the upper echelons of the arena and gain the right to watch the elegant "aristocratic entertainment".

Lin Xiao was afraid of trouble, so he handed over all these trivial matters to Fred, a former slave trader.

"Your Excellency, please."

Following the supervisor Xi Sen, who was leading the way, Lin Xiao looked back at the former slave trader who couldn't help but tremble behind him.

It seems that his work efficiency has become very high after the last two-week "beating".

Under Fred's dredging, tens of millions of gold coins were used, and the "unidentified" Lin Xiao was finally arranged in the count-level viewing box.

The décor of the box is very luxurious, the facilities are very comfortable, and the location is also very good.

The only fly in the ointment was that there was another bloated strange nobleman sitting more than ten meters away from Lin Xiao and Sifna's seat.

"What? Not a single box? ”

Before Lin Xiao could speak, Fred was the first to jump out.

"Lao Tzu spent so much money? You can't even arrange a single box? ”

Looking at the hysterical Fred, Hissen was also a little speechless.

The business of the Colosseum Arena is booming, and the box for watching the battle is very limited, so it is not easy for him to arrange Lin Xiao to the earl's box.

What's more, your master hasn't spoken yet?

Why are you so excited?

"Shhhhh

Hissen glanced at the other nobleman in the room, and quickly gave Fred a look.

Although it is not a secret to spend money to buy seats in the Colosseum, it is also not allowed on the surface, and if it is listened to by someone with a heart, it will inevitably cause some trouble.

"That's it, so be it."

Lin Xiao was so smart, he could see the embarrassment in Xi Sen's eyes at a glance.

Clearly, he was not the one who could do the Lord.

Since he wasn't deliberately making things difficult for himself, why bother with him?

After all, the Demon God of the Destruction of the World is not a person who is unkind.

"Please go and arrange some snacks for us, this woman's mouth is not idle."

Looking at Sifna, who couldn't help nodding, Lin Xiao, who was in a good mood, took out a red gold coin savings card from his arms and threw it to Xisen.

"Yes, sir!"

Holding another red savings card with a face value of 500,000 gold coins, Xisen's eyes were about to smile like a moon.

This adult is so arrogant, how can money be the same as not money in his hands?

Where the hell did he get his money?

Of course, it was impossible for Xi Sen to know that almost all of Lin Xiao's wealth of tens of trillions of gold coins was plundered from the shattered Death Realm.

It's just that in his eyes, the identity of this black-haired man undoubtedly seems more mysterious.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a nobleman in the room who was watching coldly, I am afraid that what kind of flattery Hisen would have to say.

"Hmph, nouveau riche, what are you doing here? Isn't 500,000 gold coins remarkable? ”

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Lin Xiao still heard the mocking voice coming from the fat nobleman's mouth.

He didn't move, just smiled and nodded at the fat nobleman, and sat down gracefully.

Lin Xiao didn't care what others said, the only thing he cared about was how much pride Gollum could gain in the later beast fight.

"Heh, it seems that human beings' pursuit of blood and excitement is not much different in any world."

Through the viewing window, Lin Xiao looked around the entire arena.

Unlike the Magister Arena during the promotion ceremony, the Colosseum Arena of the Boon Empire is much larger, but the audience seats are very small.

Through the bloodstains that could not be washed off the venue, Lin Xiao could imagine how bloody and cruel the "beast fighting show" that happened here before.

As a killer, Lin Xiao has a special respect for life.

What he hated most was the deprivation of the lives of others for the sake of entertainment.

Sighing lightly, Lin Xiao looked at the royal box that was about a hundred meters away from the right side of the box he was in.

"I heard that Camilla's nephew of the emperor also often comes here to watch the battle, and I don't know what his character is?"

In Lin Xiao's mind, since the Boon Empire is also a member of the Triple Alliance, it would not be a good thing for Pu Lindong, who was the ruler of the Boon Empire, if his values were too different from his own.

"Well, I'll knock him when I need to."

For Camilla's sake, of course Lin Xiao would not "punish" Prindon like he did with Fred.

However, the Demon God of the Destruction of the World has never lacked the means to threaten people, and he must be able to easily persuade Prindon to give up this "bad hobby" of "watching the Colosseum".

Lin Xiao thought so, and after a short time, all kinds of exquisite pastries and snacks arranged by Xisen were delivered to the box one after another.

As he savoured a delicious snack, he read the "Beast Show Introduction" letter that Fred handed him.

"Dear Sir, Ladies, the beast show that will be held in this arena today is wonderful......"

"Elves, dwarves, half-orcs, orcs, and many other legendary heroes will all appear on the stage to show you a unique battle for survival!"

Reading this "Introduction to the Content of the Fighting Beast Show" sprayed with rich perfume, Lin Xiao could only smell a pungent bloody smell from it.

According to the rules, the slaves of the four humanoid races will participate in the performance as a team.

The so-called participation is to try to survive in the Warcraft army until all the slaves of the other three races die.

In other words, only one team of slaves of four races can survive.

"Hmph, what, you also bet on the bet?"

The fat aristocrat shook the fat on his face, and looked sideways at the gambling betting contract that Lin Xiao casually put aside.

"Bet on your own slave to 'win'?"

The fat nobleman who paced to Lin Xiao's side couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the contents of the contract.

"I said man, I'm afraid your 20 million gold coins are going down the drain."

"Oh? Why? ”

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the fat nobleman and asked with interest.

"Donald's name is Donald, and he's a frequent visitor here, so I think it's your first time here, right?"

"It's the first time I've come."

Seeing Lin Xiao's frank admission, Donald also stroked his little beard a little proudly.

"Here, the bets are usually 'which race will survive to the end,' 'which race will die first,' or something more specific."

"For example, 'How many monsters did your slave kill before he died' or 'How many seconds did your slave survive before he died?'"

"Only by betting like this can you win."

While explaining, Donald's double chin shook and looked very proud.

"How? Now you know why the 20 million you bet will be lost, right? Still want to defeat all the Warcraft? Aren't you being funny? ”

The fat aristocrat wanted to see some remorse in Lin Xiao's eyes, but he didn't expect that the black-haired man who he regarded as a "nouveau riche" still smiled indifferently, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

"Could it be that I'm wrong? Could he be a big man from the 'Dragon Empire'? ”

Soon, Donald dismissed the speculation in his mind.

If the man in front of him was really a big nobleman from the Dragon Empire, how could he be crammed into the same private room with a small earl of his own?

"Yo, Brother Midnight, look, is this about to start?"

Sifner's words interrupted Donald's train of thought, and he followed the goddess's finger to see that the arena was already burning with torches.

Obviously, tonight's beast show is about to begin.