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The first gladiatorial fight came earlier than expected.

It was the third meal that Barrett had returned to the cell. The food was not bad, a bowl of purple-black soup with a very fishy smell, plus a half-baked rib of an unknown creature. At first, he always felt uncomfortable in his stomach after eating these inexplicable meat, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

Just as Barrett pondered over the fairly clean rib in his hand and was about to place it in the missing part of his 'roommate' chest, several barb demons appeared in the cage again.

They escorted him out and led the barbarian along the long and narrow corridor.

This road is quite long. There are countless crossroads in the middle. Some forks need to turn to the left, while others turn to the right. With the extremely keen perception of the barbarians, he is still lost in this way. I don't know how these stupid-looking barbs remember such a complicated route.

"Where?" he asked the jailer in simple purgatory.

Several barbed demons glanced at him curiously, and one of the leaders replied in purgatory, "Diss Arena, you will enter the arena to fight as a gladiator."

Barrett nodded and followed silently, not speaking. In fact, he only understood the word 'dis' in the whole paragraph, and the rest was completely confused, and he didn't understand the meaning at all.

Immediately afterwards, they came to a rudimentary weapons room, which was filled with a large number of worn-out weapons, including traditional swords, longbows, giant axes, and flails, as well as those that were rarely used and could not even be named. Out of a variety of household items.

Many weapons were still dripping with blood, as if they had just been picked up from the battlefield.

"Hey, pick whatever you want." A purgatory kobold in the weapons room said to Barritt in Common. "It won't be long before they come back here."

The barb demon untied his handcuffs and shackles and motioned him to choose the weapon he wanted from it.

Barrett sifted through the pile of weapons closest to him and found a longsword with only two tiny cracks. This sword is already the best preserved in this pile of weapons, and the rest of the weapons are even worse. On the contrary, the blade of the two-handed axe still looks sharp, but the handle of the axe has been broken, and the barbarian has no time to reload it at this time.

"Is there a shield?" he asked the dark red-skinned purgatory kobold.

"There should be in the pile in the corner. Yes, go ahead, the pile in the right hand, you look through it, I remember seeing it in there." The Purgatory Kobold replied, "The shield is always in demand, no matter if it is in competition. What is the real effect on the field, at least it can calm down your nervous mind a little."

Barrett ignored the other party's ridicule, and leaned over to rummage through each item carefully. Sure enough, a slightly heavy medium-sized round shield came out from the bottom. There were several metal spikes on the surface of the shield, but these spikes had been broken. , fortunately it has no effect on protection.

Barrett put the shield on his arm, and swung the long sword in his hand repeatedly to get used to its feel. After regaining possession of the weapon, the barbarian's mind couldn't help but become active again.

Go straight out of here? He pondered the feasibility of it. Although there are a lot of devil warriors coming and going in the weapon room, and there are a large number of steel devil guards around, but Barret still believes that he can kill all these devils, at least there is no problem in fighting and escaping.

But the key is still the first questions - where should I escape to get out of this prison, which is more complicated than the labyrinth, and where should I run after leaving? Also, who owns those equipment? He was reluctant to leave them all behind.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of gold coins that he has worked so hard to save in the space ring. No one can take them away from the little hippo, no, the big barbarian, no one can!

"Have you made your choice, prisoner?" Seeing Barret in a daze, the headed barb demon asked in blunt common language.

It turns out that these guys know common language! Barrett nodded, dismissed the immature escape plan in his mind, followed the barbed demon jailer out of the weapons room, and continued to move forward along the corridor.

Not long after this time, the Barb Demon led him to an empty room with a foul smell. After that, the barbed demons all left, leaving him alone in the room.

There was only an ordinary stone chair in the room, and there was nothing else in it. The waiting time is really boring, far less fun than being in a cage. At least when he was in the cage, he could chat casually with the soul merchant, who was quite knowledgeable and knew a lot of unknown things; he could also talk to the very backbone 'roommate', who was very knowledgeable. He is good at listening and never talks too much.

Just as Barrett was waiting a little sleepy, the iron door of the room was pushed open, and a barb demon covered with scars and a needle demon with a broken arm walked in from the door. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"Come with us, Barrett, it's time for you to play," said the acupuncture with a broken arm.

"You know me?" Barbarian asked in surprise. Am I already so famous?

"It's more than knowing." The Needle Stab Demon raised his broken arm, "This is what you cut off, and you did the wounds on his body." It pointed to the Barb Demon next to him.

what did i do? Barrett frowned. When did I do that? Why can't I remember?

The acupuncture demon seemed to see the doubts in his heart, so he reminded again, "Interrogation room."

"Oh!! You are the devil jailer who survived that day!" Barbarian remembered, "It was you who knocked me out in the end!" He looked at the bruised barb demon next to him.

"It's not me." The Barb Demon shook his head. "The guy who knocked you out was killed by you in the last shot. I was the one who was kicked on the torture device by you first."

"Oh, oh." Barrett didn't know what to say.

"Let's go." The broken-arm acupuncture demon took the lead and walked outside, "We will lead you into the arena and inform you of the relevant rules in the arena. Not only this, but also the subsequent duels. You We are both responsible for the time we were a gladiator."

"Not a jailer?" Barrett asked.

"I don't know, I just listen to the above arrangement anyway." The Barb Demon answered honestly.

Acupuncture Demon looked back at Manzi, "We still don't know whether the original choice was right or wrong."

"What choice? Is it related to me?" The barbarian walked, paying attention to his surroundings.

"There's a little relationship, but it's all over."

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