Pirates of Heaven and Dragon

"ladies and gentlemen"

"Welcome to the Brutal Arena"

"There is no beating around the bush here, only the fists of the slaves in the field are gone to the flesh. There is no cheating or cheating here. Once defeated, the only thing that will greet those bastards is death."

"Why are you still holding the money in your hand? Just bet on your beloved bastards and let them bring you victory and double your money."

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VIP area, inside the box.

Nidhogg stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Behind him, Prometheus spread his arms and sat comfortably on the large sofa. His legs were straight and naturally hanging on the table in front of him.

"I have to say, whether it's the location of the box, the lighting of the venue, or the service here, Flamingo is definitely top-notch. Your cousin is really a talent."

Prometheus was quite relaxed, holding a bowl of fruit in his arms.At this time, they were the only two people in the box. After sending them into the box, Daisy consciously stepped out.Before leaving, she kindly told Nidhogg that no matter what special needs he had, as long as he called the phone in the room, Daisy would be on call.

"I thought you would keep that Daisy."

Prometheus stood up, put down the empty fruit bowl in his arms, picked up another fruit bowl from the table, and then lay back lazily, eating the fruit, which felt very comfortable.

"After all, she is an outsider and a staff member here. Do you think I can really believe her?"

Nidhogg felt helpless when he saw his vice-captain looking so lazy.Then he picked up two pamphlets from the table and threw one to Prometheus, who was spread out on the sofa.

"As VIPs, the Flamingos allow us to start placing bets after watching the first knockout game. This can be regarded as a VIP privilege. It is the same reason that the bad guys will not come to trouble the bookmaker even if they lose money. .”

Prometheus casually took the pamphlet thrown by Nidhogg, changed his lazy sitting posture slightly, and slowly opened the pamphlet in his hand.

"Oh, but look at this booklet, there are about three hundred people, and it also clearly marks for you which contestants have the highest odds, which contestants have special skills, and which contestants are likely to be upset. The writing in the note sounds delicate, can you tell me if your mistress named Daisyer gave it to you specially?"

Prometheus looked at the pamphlet in his hand. He didn't research anything, but he could see a lot from the words.So he raised his head and glanced at Nidhogg, who was sitting at the bar by the floor-to-ceiling window, pouring himself a glass of wine, and curled his lips.

"You're overthinking, and it turns out you've just come out to see the world. Let me tell you, I've seen tricks like Daisy's play many times. And you have to remember that sharks are not the only ones who can kill in the sea. Once you are exposed If you know your own weakness, even small fish and shrimps will come to you."

Nidhogg reopened a bottle of wine for himself, poured a glass and took a sip, smacking his lips and frowning.

"Also, people like Daisy, who have no strength but have a good face, can kill many mentally retarded people with their appearance. Therefore, my vice-captain, while seeing the world, he also grows his heart. Let’s go~”

Seeing Nidhogg's mocking look, Prometheus did not refute.After all, before coming out of that place, my knowledge was indeed limited.

"Say,"

Prometheus did not answer Nidhogg's words, but changed the subject and asked another question.

"What is that pamphlet you are holding for?"

Nidhogg stood up, took the wine glass to the sink in the box, and then poured out all the wine in the glass.While raising the pamphlet in his hand, he replied nonchalantly,

"It is impossible to keep watching the fighting of slaves in the arena, and the Flamingo will not give up such a good atmosphere. What I have in my hand is the auction list. The auction will be held in the middle of the fighting in the arena. This little There are some collections in the book that may be auctioned later, and they are all rare items that are not easy to see. But, that’s it.”

As he spoke, Nidhogg poured another glass of wine on the table and a glass of hot orange juice. Then he walked to sit down next to Prometheus and handed the juice in his hand along with the auction list. he.Prometheus reached out and took the juice and the list, drank it all in one gulp, and then carefully looked at the collection list in his hand.

Suddenly, Nidhogg sat up straight, and then patted Prometheus, who was still studying the collection carefully.

"Watch it later, the first knockout match has begun..."

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In a competitive arena of more than 1 square meters, there are [-] slaves with different looks, some holding swords or shields, some with ferocious faces, some trembling... But no matter what, Only the last ten people can survive tonight

"Now, I declare"

"The carnival night at the Flamingo Cruel Arena has officially begun"

"Let's fight, ants and scum, to bring the most exciting battle to the audience."

Following the host's heart-rending roar, the arena first fell into a deathly silence. Then, a thin slave took the lead. He held a dagger without hesitation and moved towards the one closest to him like a ghost. A tall and powerful man.One hit

But he was not happy yet. Just when he was about to draw the knife and withdraw, the big man who was attacked by him and roared in pain grabbed him as he was about to escape, and then tightly grasped his fist with one hand. He lifted it up high and hit the ground hard. The dust dispersed, and the big man could be seen pulling out his bloody palm. In the pit, the slave who had sneaked into the attack had turned into a pile of blurry minced meat.

The blood was like a stimulant, completely detonating the atmosphere of the scene. The audience outside the venue went completely crazy. They stood up from the steps one by one, roared, took off their clothes and waved, and gave their favorite players Encourage yourself

On the arena, more than three hundred people went on a completely crazy rampage, fighting each other with red eyes.One body, two bodies... The arena was soon filled with blood, and even the corpses were not complete at all.At the beginning, all the slaves' initial thoughts may be just to survive in the simplest way.But as time went on, they were no longer thinking about saving themselves. They were not thinking about how to protect themselves or how to survive, but about how to protect the people around them and get more people around them.

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VIP area, in the box.

"eo`Oh, these people are hopeless. Even if they survive in the end, they have basically lost their qualifications as human beings. They have completely lost their humanity..."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Prometheus turned his face away several times, unable to bear to look directly.But Nidhogg rarely managed to forcefully correct Prometheus's face several times.

"If you don't even have the courage to look directly at such a small scene, then there will be no place for you and me in the future sea."

Listening to Nidhogg's stern words, Prometheus had to force himself to turn his head and look at this human tragedy.While watching, I sighed.

Suddenly, Nidhogg was attracted by a strange sight in the venue.A man with short black hair was wearing a white robe and could barely tell that it was a white robe. His upper body was in tatters and his lower body was also covered in blood.I saw him walking and waving a...book in his hand, constantly killing the people who came forward to kill the red-eyed people. Of course, this was not the key to Nidhogg's surprise. What was surprising was that this man, on one side, attacked all the people who rushed towards him, and on the other side, every time this man killed a person, he would squat down and touch the face of the deceased, close his eyes, and then mutter something in his mouth. He was gesturing something on his chest.Finally, he put his hands on his chest and lowered his head, as if he was atonement or reciting a prayer.His whole set of actions was smooth and smooth, and it looked like he had done it many times, just like a priest, or in other words, he looked like a priest.

"Prometheus, look over there, do you see the man who seems to be kneeling down to pray?"

Nidhogg quickly patted Prometheus beside him and motioned him to look in the direction of the guy who seemed to be a priest.

"Use your senses to see if it's the same person you felt outside the arena before."

When Prometheus heard the words, he temporarily put aside his unbearable heart, quickly concentrated his attention, released his domineering energy and extended it to that direction. After feeling it silently for a while, Prometheus opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Ni. De Hoog.

"It's really him. But why did he do this? From what I feel, if this person wants to run away, no one should be able to stop him."

Prometheus stared at the man who was celebrating mass, becoming more and more puzzled.

"What you think is still too simple. If you want to control a person, you don't necessarily have to start with him. You can also start with the people around him to coerce him, or use poison or the like when he is not paying attention. Third-rate means. In short, there are many methods. I will tell you everything I know later, so that if you act alone in the future, you can protect yourself."

Nidhogg stared at the arena outside the window, his eyes wandering, but he told Prometheus very seriously not to be careless.

"Well, it seems that the first elimination round is over. That man who looks like a priest, right? I'm looking for..."

With that said, Nidhogg turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up the booklet with the list of contestants, and looked for it carefully, while Prometheus was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the arena, still There were flamingo staff with electric shock batons and muskets, and they took away those who had lost consciousness one by one.Prometheus clicked. At this moment, there were only 97 people left standing on the field.

"With Sen, this guy's name is Sen. Hey, he actually has dark blue hair in the photo, but from a distance it is indeed black. Well, he is really a priest. I guess he was holding a Bible just now. "

Nidhogg muttered, then picked up the pen and decisively typed behind Sen's name.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the room, and soon a male attendant came in pushing a trolley.He quickly replenished the fruit and wine in the room, then folded his hands on his lower abdomen and asked respectfully and elegantly,

"I wonder if these two gentlemen have anyone to bet on?"

After hearing this, Nidhogg threw the list to the male attendant, and then said lazily,

"The man named Sen, don't remember wrong, is a priest. I'm betting on him, 1000 million beli, and I'm going to double it."

When the attendant who was busy writing in a small book heard this, he quickly stopped writing and repeated to Nidhogg what Nidhogg had said before. According to Nidhogg's request, if the man named Sen If the man makes it to the last ten, Nidhogg will buy him for three times the discount.