Keel was sipping the mellow wine at the moment, but his eyes were fixed behind the metal door on the side of the arena below.
There were several pairs of yellow eyes that reflected the light from behind the spiked metal fence, but there was only one pair of eyes hanging in the dark lacquered doorway that was not illuminated by the light.
Nothing else can be seen.
The host's voice sounded again.
"Let's welcome the alien orcs who live in the southern border mountains! Long-haired lynxes! These little things with colorful fur are not as harmless as they look. If they didn't come to the door by themselves to participate in the fighting competition, there would be few How dare a hunter go into the mountains and forests to catch these little things."
Accompanied by the host's voice and the sound of metal chains twisting, the iron fence on the side of the arena, in the direction Kiel was looking at, gradually lowered.
Amidst the creaking sound of metal friction, several sharp shouts sounded from the black lacquered doorway behind: "Hiss, squeak, squeak, squeak!!"
The others seemed to be the unseen long-haired lynx orcs shouting and cheering before their appearance, but Keel was keenly aware that it was simply that the alien orcs didn't like the sound of metal friction when the iron fence was lowered. .
Because in this strange hissing cry, there is no feeling of excitement and militancy, only a sense of disgust and dislike.
With a chirping sound, the metal fence fell to the bottom, and then several long, furry tails were thrown out from the dark door opening, whipping at the place where the metal fence had been.
It was a few plush tails with complex fur color patterns.
Strong, if a little elongated.
Keel was amused.
"Look out, they're coming out!"
Mr. Scott was quite excited. Obviously, the long-haired bobcat orc gave him a strong sense of novelty, so he opened his eyes wide and looked down. But Mr. Puntolisa didn't care, and even found it boring. Based on the previous information, it is estimated that he had dealt with this race a lot when he was young.
Mr. Ottosfetten was also curious about the alien race he had never seen before, and unconsciously leaned out a little. This forced the deputy standing aside to carefully place his hands on Mr. Ottosfetten's chest, to prevent him from accidentally falling from the viewing room to the bottom.
Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" said nothing, just sipping the fine wine from the province of Palandolo, which he had never drunk before. He is not interested in **** fighting games and gambling, after all, in his opinion, these are the favorites of lowly and rude people.
A real noble should play music, dance, painting, these elegant arts.
If Knight Kiel insisted on coming, he would not have come anyway. I came here to accompany some guests, so I had to come.
At this time, amidst the noise of the poor audience in the surrounding auditorium, the long-haired lynx orc finally walked out cautiously from the dark doorway.
This disappointed some people who saw them for the first time, but the gamblers who had seen them last time shouted excitedly and rushed towards the dealer who opened the betting market, taking all the coins left on them. Come out and bet on the Shaggy Lynx Orcs to win the next fight.
Some particularly cunning people even bought long-haired lynx orcs to win, and shouted loudly that I am optimistic about the goblin team, which made the middle-aged women who are the bankers look down on them.
It's all little tricks.
But some people were still fooled, thinking that the ferocious goblin group that often wins in the fighting arena, after all, based on their past records, it is unlikely to lose to these 'little ones'.
That's right, the long-haired lynx orcs turned out to be a group of little one-meter-tall little ones.
However, they have thick and long hair, and their colors are extraordinarily colorful and complex. If you meet them in the mountains and forests, they will probably have a good natural concealment ability. But it's a pity that the fighting arena is only a dozen meters in diameter and more than a hundred square meters in size, and there is nothing on the arena, and there is no place to hide.
The long-haired lynx orcs are small and thin, but their fluffy hair makes them look cute.
But cuteness can't be eaten, especially in this **** fighting arena.
But fortunately, they have a strong tail that is longer than their bodies. This extra limb may be able to display some special abilities.
In the VIP viewing room, Mr. Puntolisa took a sip of his drink in boredom, and let out a disdainful snort to the poor people below who were clamoring to buy goblins.
"A group of people I don't know."
Mr. Ottosfetten asked curiously: "What do you mean?"
Mr. Puntolisa didn’t want to repeat some stories of his youth as before, so he just said briefly: “Didn’t the kid who hosted said that in the mountains, even hunters dare not deal with these things?” Little things. Don't look at these furry little things as if they are smaller than the monkeys in the forest, but they are actually aliens."
"There is a civilized structure."
"Civilization? These little monkeys with long tails?"
Mr. Ottosfetten still didn't believe it, but Mr. Puntolisa just spread his hands: "You will know after a while."
Kiel was also aroused curiosity, obviously looking more like animals than civilized long-tailed creatures, it turned out to be a kind of alien race. Compared to them, goblins look like civilized people.
After all, goblins can at least wrap their lower body with something.
But soon, Keel noticed the difference in these long-haired lynx orcs.
As soon as these little furry creatures came out, they first gathered together to adapt to the bright light in the arena. After their eyes got used to it, they yelled and yelled in surprise for a while, and then took advantage of the time before the goblins played, they stepped forward with their short legs, leaned their upper bodies forward, and wrapped their long tails around their waists. After the circle, put it straight behind you to keep your running balance.
Although they have short legs and small stature, they run very fast. After they dispersed, they took some broken weapons scattered on the fighting field in their hands in the blink of an eye, and regrouped happily chattering.
Some long-haired lynx orcs who failed to get the things even took away the slightly larger blood clots from the fighting arena and held them in their arms as weapons.
Then an interesting scene appeared, about eight long-haired lynx orcs were neatly divided into a battle formation of four at the front and four at the back. The long-haired lynx orcs holding broken daggers and shattered blades in front were like melee fighters, fighting alone with their companions. Keep one tail apart. And the long-haired lynx orcs, who look like long-range attackers in the back, are in groups of two, one is holding the blood clots he picked up, and the other is lying down, turning his head to look at the place where the goblin came out from the opposite side, and his tail is It seems to be placed lazily on the ground on one side.
Kiel guessed at once that the one lying on the ground would probably use its powerful tail to swing it as a wooden stick and hit the clods for long-range attacks.
This is very interesting, not only that they seem to be smaller than monkeys, but they are officially called aliens, but the taller and more organized goblins are called monsters. And these little things actually have the ability to organize team battles.
And they were yelling at each other, although they couldn't understand, but they were obviously communicating. And know how to use weapons.
He looked at Mr. Puntorissa and asked him if he could understand what the furry aliens were saying and communicating.
Mr. Puntolisa rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "Of course I can speak their language, but I haven't used it for a long time, and it's extremely noisy here. The translation is not accurate. Please don't forgive me."
When Scott heard that his friend could speak the language of the long-haired lynx orc, he immediately shouted excitedly to ask Mr. Puntorissa to teach him this.
But Rosa, the manager here, whispered nervously: "My lords, those long-haired bobcat orcs actually know some of our common language, although they don't have many words."
"Huh? They can talk?"
"Yes, yes, these alien races came to the door by themselves. They took the initiative to ask the hunters who hunted wild boars where our humans gather and how to survive in human towns."
The chubby steward Rosa then added: "I heard from them that they even changed two jobs before. One time they were helping the bandits in the bandit gang to detect the robbery and move the goods. But when it came time to divide the spoils, the bandits didn't give any money. These alien races share the harvest, and they get out of there."
Mr. Ottosfetten asked curiously: "What happened next?"
"Then do you pay them? If you do, what do you use to pay them? If it's coins, how much?"
Mr. Scott asked, one question after another.
But before the steward Rosa answered, Mr. Puntorissa snorted and blocked all the questions and answers: "Scott, you have too many questions, I want to know, let the chamber of commerce invest money in the fighting arena I know. And Rosa, don't just say the news like this, you will only make me think that you can't do the current position, maybe you with a big mouth are more suitable to take over as the host here?"
"Anyway, that position will talk a lot of nonsense every day."
The steward, Rosa, sat down on the ground in fright, and then quickly got up, moved to Mr. Puntorissa's side, and begged in a low voice.
Scott shrugged, feeling bored, and looked down again.
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"Oh, it looks like those fluffy aliens are ready to fight. Then, let's welcome, the arena is the bloodiest. During the battle, both the enemy and the enemy will bleed everywhere, and the stumps will fly around. Monster-named group of vicious goblins!!"
"Let's welcome these lowly little monsters! Audience, let's welcome these guys with the filthiest, nastiest words. Are you ready for an exciting battle?"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
The poor audience howled for a while, making all kinds of curses and strange screams.
Mr. Scott even followed on the fence of the VIP viewing room, and started screaming strangely, even imitating the calls of goblins, chirping and yelling indiscriminately.
Mr. Ottosfetten looked at the tall and thin businessman in amazement as if he was meeting his companion for the first time.
The other two rolled their eyes under the mask.
Kiel rubbed the thinning stubble on his chin, squinting at another metal bar that was falling down on the arena.
A roar came from the dark doorway, accompanied by the sound of a thick wooden stick hitting the metal fence. Before the metal fence was completely lowered, a strong goblin with dark green skin climbed out of it. This goblin was about 1.5 meters tall and was wearing a simple bone armor made of string and bones. ’, the pale skull of a calf’s head was covered on the head, and the two immature horns that were polished shiny followed the twisting of the goblin’s head, slashing towards the surroundings indiscriminately.
This goblin seems to be the leader of the so-called 'Cruel Goblin Group'. Not only is he wearing a homemade bone armor, but he is also holding an authentic thick wooden stick in his hand, which looks quite heavy, obviously The items provided by the fighting arena every day are very good, which makes this goblin quite strong.
Of course, it is relatively robust among the goblin group.
Tall human fighters can reach this level, and even the fat fighters in this arena are generally strong.
This guy seems to be a little 'star' in the fighting arena, and he won more than one 'cheers' when he appeared on the stage. It was the cursing from everyone in the audience.
But the goblins couldn't understand human language, so they only regarded these cursing as cheers and praises, and immediately excitedly hit the ground with the thick wooden stick in their hands, shaking the reddish sand on the ground a little.
Afterwards, the eleven remaining members of the goblin team ran out behind the goblin leader.
"Hey, this is the goblin who used all of you here to fight at once. They have all been sent out. Can those little furry things work?"
Mr. Scott asked the steward Rosa loudly.
Glancing secretly at her superior, Rosa still didn't dare to answer the question again.
On the contrary, Mr. Puntolisa waved his hand indifferently, and said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, no matter who wins or loses, it will be a **** and intense performance. As long as the Kiel Knight is satisfied with it, right? ?”
Kiel nodded with a smile: "Of course, the rare wine tonight is perfect for the upcoming battle."
Mr. Puntolisa continued: "As for who will win, why don't you take a gamble? But it's not the same as the poor people below, who gamble with coins. Get something else."
Mr. "Dry Olier", who had not spoken much, asked cautiously: "How to bet, what to bet?"
He didn't really think about it, but looking at the interested Scott and Kiel knights, as well as the old Pontolisa who initiated the proposal, and his subordinate, Steward Rosa, he and Otto Sfitten, it seems that Just a few.
As if guessing Mr. Deripari's hesitation, Mr. Puntorissa smiled gently: "Don't bet on real things, um, how about taking a piece of valuable real news that everyone knows alone as a bet? "
It seems that this so-called valuable real news is a concept known to businessmen, so when it was brought up, Ottosfetten and Deripari were relieved and agreed to the matter.
Gere and Scott, of course, don't care.
So the betting began, and before the fight officially started in the fighting arena, they quickly suppressed their respective choices.
Mr. Scott had seen the strength of the long-haired bobcat orcs last time, so he directly overwhelmed the alien group to win.
Mr. Ottosfetten felt that the goblin leader seemed to be completely stronger than the long-haired lynx orc in terms of height, weight, and strength, so he overwhelmed the monster group to win.
Mr. Puntolisa directly chose the long-haired lynx orc who had a lot of connections with him, and seeing his confident smile, it seemed that these eight small, furry animals could really win, so he chose the alien group win.
According to the cheers and curses of the audience below, Mr. Deripari chose the goblins who seemed to be more popular, that is, the monster group won.
Keir, it's difficult for him to judge the combat effectiveness of the long-haired lynx orcs. It seems that they have a good fighting cooperation and tacit understanding, and according to the short and fat steward Rosa, these alien races even claim to be warriors in the clan.
But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a traditional trick of businessmen, and it is not credible.
As for the goblins, not only did they have four more in number, but they also had a numerical advantage. Moreover, each goblin held a femur club or a wooden stick in his hand, and his weapons and equipment were much better than those of the foreign race who temporarily picked up scattered dagger blades in the field.
Moreover, the goblins didn't know if they ate too well in the fighting arena, at least each of them was stronger than the goblins Keel had dealt with in Kendal County before.
Not to mention the 'armed' goblin as the leader. Although it can't be compared with the goblin as the leader in the real goblin settlement, it doesn't feel much worse, right?
After hesitating for a while, Keir made his choice at the last opening: "I choose the monster group and bet on the goblins~www.mtlnovel.com~ No matter how you look at it, they have a better chance of winning."
Keir's choice was beyond the expectations of everyone present. Mr. Ottosfetten and Mr. Olier the Flattered were delighted, while Mr. Scott and Mr. Bantorissa were quite surprised.
Scott came over and nudged Keir gently with an elbow: "Hey, you're mistaken. Those little things are really good. They will definitely surprise you for a whole year. Oh, maybe a quarter is more appropriate? "
Mr. Puntolisa stroked his gray beard with his hands, and glanced at Knight Kiel quietly, but there was some contempt in it.
He muttered in a low voice: "It seems that his eyesight is not very good. It is not known how powerful the force is, but no matter how you think about it, it can't be much higher. The level of knights in the north is not very good. They are all Just a tough guy."
At this time, it seems to be just right, or it may be after everyone waiting in the VIP room has placed their bets. The host announced excitedly: "Then, after waiting for a long time, everyone, the brutal competition will begin now!"
I saw a tall and fat thug, carrying a bucket of stinky animal plasma, strode to the edge of the auditorium. He directly used the action that he didn't know how many times, and sprinkled the animal plasma in the wooden bucket in his hand towards the field.
The stinking animal blood splashed onto the already reddish sandy soil, and many of them intentionally splashed onto the group of twelve goblins.
So, these already ferocious monsters roared in unison, opened their jagged mouths full of white teeth, howled ferociously, and rushed forward together.
Kiel chuckled: "It turns out that this is how the **** smell I smelled in the banquet hall came from."
Mr. Scott laughed: "Of course, what do you think?"