Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The Eighteenth Prince returned to the stands, and Samir had already entered the arena wearing a cat mask. He also held a sword in his hand, which he probably asked the staff to borrow just now.

The one standing opposite Samir was also a guy of unknown bloodline, but he looked closer to the wolf type.He is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and thin waist, and his strong muscles are very conspicuous. A thick tail hangs down behind him, violently whipping the ground.

In any case, this is a very typical arena player, as can be seen from his murderous eyes, the old and new wounds on his body, and the blood still remaining on his claws.In contrast, Samir, who is wearing a snow-white mask, has no dirt on his body, and even has round ears, looks like he is here to show off his cuteness.

The Eighteenth Prince couldn't help but started to worry about Samir, and even thought that if there was danger, he would jump down and call a stop.He was fidgeting, and his mind was entangled with various thoughts, including the words Samir said in his ear, which made his heart beat faster for some reason, and his whole body was restless.

Of course he knew that the fourth brother was very dangerous. Those brothers who disappeared or died, and the father who was forced to abdicate...all had a direct relationship with Nuo Exiu.The Eighteenth Prince thought it was obvious, but was surprised that there were many brothers and ministers who didn't seem to know.

No one has ever been able to stay close to Nuo Exiu for a long time, and those attendants are nothing but completely controlled puppets.As far as the Eighteenth Prince knows, Samir is the only one so far.

What is it like to stay by Nuo Exiu's side all the time? Danger, fear, anxiety all day long?But Samir was completely different from what he had imagined. The Eighteenth Prince had never felt the fear and submission to Noah Xiu in Samir, but there was a strange tension between them, as if they were pulling each other and controlling each other... There is a little more complicated, mutual comfort.

How do they get along with each other...

The Eighteenth Prince was still thinking, but the battle over there had already begun.On the opposite side, the experienced wolf warrior who looked strong looked at Samir and snorted coldly: "Why, they sent a rabbit to fight me?"

The spectators in the stands were extremely excited. They stared excitedly at the round-eared contestant wearing a white mask below, and realized that there would be a unilateral massacre next, and their blood boiled because of this.

"Tear him apart!"

"Come on!"

"Kill this white rabbit!"

The audience in the stands, their eyes fell from the long silver hair to the collarbone. Compared with other orcs, the chest was very thin, and the waist was narrow and thin, but there was a flexible force supporting it.Those calves are straight on the ground, and the arc extending from the waist to the calves is very beautiful, and from the loose clothes, you can vaguely see the thin and tight muscles on the calves. In this environment, the audience What he thought was not how powerful those legs were, but how exciting it must be to be entangled by these legs on the bed.

The atmosphere on the field changed subtly, and it was obvious that the audience around them were breathing heavily. The blood that had been ignited by the battle before had not faded away, but now it was even more heated by an evil fire.

The eyes of the audience returned to his face from the body of the white mask. They could only see the lower jaw covered by the mask. See more in the cracks.

"Take off his mask!"

"Come on, gray wolf!"

"Eat him!"

Gray Wolf, who had been given high hopes by the audience, showed his muscles. At this time, Samir had already rushed towards Gray Wolf with his sword in the eyes of many audiences.

He didn't want to use magic for the time being. After all, magic seemed to be very different from the power of blood, especially elemental magic.So Samir borrowed a sword from the staff, wanting to see how far he could go with just relying on sword skills and physical skills.

As soon as he held the sword in his hand, Samir felt at ease in his heart - when he brought him back, Noah took his interspatial ring as a matter of course.He lightly held the sword and attacked the gray wolf, observed the gray wolf's trajectory, and jumped behind the gray wolf with a dodge. The sword cut through the neck, and blood spurted out. Samir kicked him in the vest, knocking him down. Kick to the ground.

Gray Wolf was amazed. In fact, less than five seconds had passed since the battle!The white mask's movements were too fast and light. Gray Wolf thought he hadn't released the water, but he couldn't prevent the white mask's attack at all.

Is it because he hasn't used his blood power yet?

While Gray Wolf was still thinking, there were boos from the stands.

"what happened!"

"Grey Wolf, are you acting!"

"Get up for me!"

"Take off his mask for me, Gray Wolf, get up!"

They slapped the chairs and railings, yelling to wake up the gray wolf, mixed with some obscene words against the white mask, and the scene was chaotic and enthusiastic to the extreme.

Samir looked at the gray wolf with a smile. Even under so many gazes with intense emotions, Samir would not be affected. He was rarely not being watched, and the narcissistic nature of the dragon race made him feel that this It's a very normal thing.

The gray wolf howled, and the hairs on his body stood up. Samir took a light step back. The reason why he didn't pursue the victory was because he wanted to see the strength of the gray wolf's blood.

The wound on his neck was healed in an instant, Gray Wolf's body was gradually covered by hair, and his figure also swelled a circle, and the hair stood up, looking extremely hard.

Is the power of the bloodline strengthened...

Samir was thinking, the gray wolf had already run over, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step.Samir slashed with his sword, Gray Wolf didn't dodge at all, there was a crisp snap, and the sword snapped at the sound, Samir held the bare hilt, thinking about it, he didn't know whether to pay the arena later, he Now there is not a single copper coin.

The gray wolf threw the shattered sword and rushed towards Samir. After activating his blood, his body was almost three times bigger than Samir's, and it was frightening to watch.Of course, the audience in the stands saw the white mask being thrown down by the gray wolf. The huge difference in size stimulated their eyes and made them even more excited.

Samir took a slight step to the left, threw out the chain in his hand, coiled it around Gray Wolf's neck, and twisted it violently.

The gray wolf immediately fell to the ground, and quickly started to suffocate. He struggled desperately, intending to break free from the chain around his neck, but Samir's strength was too strong, no one could have imagined that there was such a thing in that body. With such a powerful force, Gray Wolf had no power to resist. He was strangled by the chains, and felt as if he was being suppressed by a giant dragon.

Samir stepped on his shoulder, Gray Wolf was forced to raise his head, his eyes protruded, and he saw the sun in the sky, the silver hair hanging down, and the blue eyes under the mask.

There was no emotion in those eyes, neither the killing intent and madness after they often hit the head, nor the excitement and joy of victory, just like eating breakfast, very calm and a little cold.

At that moment, Gray Wolf felt fear.

He quickly raised his hand, ignoring the loud boos from the stage, indicating that he had something to say.

Samir loosened the chain slightly and looked down at him: "Huh?"

Gray Wolf quickly whispered: "Brother, this is the tenth duel I have fought. I have won nine consecutive victories, and I am only short of the last victory before I can be promoted to the next level. Please, let me win, you I can promise you anything you want."

Samir: "..."

He said helplessly, "You don't have any competitive spirit."

Gray Wolf chuckled and said, "Really, I'll be your bull and horse in the future, please, I managed to win nine consecutive victories..."

Samir patted him on the shoulder: "Admit defeat, fight again, just don't touch me next time."

Gray Wolf sighed and raised his hand to signal the referee to admit defeat.

Samir let go of him and watched the gray wolf leave the field amidst the yelling and scolding of the audience. The referee signaled Samir victory.

The audience cheered again. This unexpected result made them very excited. Wouldn't it be more interesting to see the white mask stay on the court than Gray Wolf staying on the court.

Moreover, they could also see that the gray wolf had tried its best, and that white mask was indeed very strong.

Samir tilted his head and asked the referee: "What should I do next? Continue to fight?"

The referee was stunned for a moment before realizing that he didn't understand the rules at all, and explained: "Since you defeated Gray Wolf, you have inherited his level. You go back first and make arrangements later."

"Thank you." Samir waved his hand and walked backstage.As soon as he went back, he saw the eighteenth prince who was fidgeting, walked over and said, "What's the matter with you, what are you doing backstage when you have nothing to do?"

The Eighteenth Prince was choked by him, blushed with anxiety, pointed at him and couldn't speak.

After a while, he slowed down and said, "You are so powerful."

Samir said slowly: "Beating that gray wolf...isn't that great."

The Eighteenth Prince looked behind him with a strange expression on his face. Samir turned his head and saw that the gray wolf was whining away while covering its face.

Samir: How should I put it, it's not the same as I imagined.

The Eighteenth Prince withdrew his gaze and asked, "Then what's next, do you still want to fight?"

Samir said: "It should be, the referee just asked me to wait for the notification."

"It's already been fought, forget it." The Eighteenth Prince persuaded him eagerly: "We will meet more dangerous opponents later, and you have also seen the reaction of those audiences. They just miss you... so what..."

When he finished speaking, he suddenly couldn't speak, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this moment, the staff member came over, first praised Samir, then showed him the schedule, and asked him if he could continue to participate.

Samir asked: "Is there any reward for winning this time?"

The staff said: "Of course! As long as you win, you can get any rewards!"

Samir nodded: "Okay, I will participate."

The staff happily went to arrange it, and the Eighteenth Prince looked at Samir suspiciously, and said, "You don't come here for some reward, do you? I can't give you what you want, so why bother to fight this?"

Samir leaned in front of him and lifted the mask up. The face under the shadow was half a smile, and his eyelashes hung down like a cloud fan: "Can you really give me everything?"

The Eighteenth Prince was stunned for a moment, and froze there without speaking.

He heard the sound of his heart beating violently. Even in such a noisy environment, he was afraid that his heartbeat would be heard by others.

Samir took off his mask again, stood up straight, and said, "Prince Eighteen, go back."

Samir played two more matches after that and won both, easily.The attention of the audience in the stands was also on him. After the end, some people even asked when the next match of White Mask was.

So the staff immediately went to ask Samir, and Samir said that he could do whatever he wanted, and they could arrange whatever he wanted.

The staff were very happy, feeling that they had discovered a big popular player, and had attracted such a high popularity from the very beginning. If White Mask can go further, it will definitely bring more benefits to the arena.

He gave Samir gold coins according to the wins, and Samir walked out of the backstage holding the small bag of money.The Eighteenth Prince stayed outside with the sable fur he had worn before, and when he came out, he said, "It's getting dark, it's a bit cold."

Samir put on the sable fur and put on the hat again. The fluffy white collar with piping covered his face. He took off the mask, and the round ears on the top of his head disappeared.

Looking at it this way, he was completely different from the white mask in the arena.

The Eighteenth Prince glanced over his head as if nothing, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

Those round ears are quite cute.

Samir was walking on the road with his hands folded in his sleeves so that the iron chain could not be seen at all. He suddenly asked, "Are you going to tell Nuo Exiu about my playing in the arena?"

The Eighteenth Prince was stunned for a moment, and said nervously: "This kind of thing can't be hidden."

Samir nodded.

When they walked out of the arena, they found that Noah was already waiting by the carriage.His long bright red hair fell down like flames. He was leaning on the railing of the car, watching the sunset outside the forest by the mountain, his eyes cold and tired.The setting sun enveloped him, staining the edge of his silhouette in the dusk with a layer of orange light.

Looking at it this way, it's hard to imagine that Noah will have that kind of personality...

Samir paused, then walked towards Noah Xiu.The Eighteenth Prince hesitated for a moment, and secretly clenched his palms behind him. For some reason, he suddenly felt guilty just now, and even a little ashamed of Nuo Exiu.

Was it because he failed to dissuade Samir from participating in the arena? The Eighteenth Prince didn't know that he felt like he was spying on someone else.

When Samir walked over, Nuo Exiu had already looked back, smiled at him, and asked, "How did you play today?"

"I'm very happy." Samir said slowly, and got into the carriage.

The Eighteenth Prince hesitated for a while outside, but Nuo Exiu glanced at him and signaled him to come in.

How can I say that the Eighteenth Prince is used as a coolie every day, so I have to give him a ride.

After getting into the carriage, Nuo Exiu sat beside Samir, put his hand into his cuff, played with his fingers, rubbed his neck naturally, and asked, "Why are you so happy today?"

The Eighteenth Prince sat alone in the corner of the carriage, looking away from their intertwined fingers, the tip of his tail was shaking slightly, the Eighteenth Prince suppressed the desire to hug his own tail, and waited anxiously for Samir's answer .

"I went to the arena as a player," Samir said.

The Eighteenth Prince's heart jumped into his throat, and then he paid attention to Nuo Exiu's expression.

Nuo Exiu didn't react at all. He let out a groan. When Samir went to see the arena, he had this premonition.

"How was the game?" he asked.

Samir said: "It's okay. I don't have any impressive opponents today. Let's take a look later. I will come to participate tomorrow."

Nuo Exiu smiled and said, "Just as long as you are happy."

Samir raised his hand and handed the bag of gold coins to Nuo Exiu, saying, "This is today's reward."

Nuo Exiu: "...What are you doing for me?"

Samir: "Then you give it back to me."

Nuo Exiu thought for a while, but still accepted the bag of gold coins, and asked, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

Samir: "Would you like to buy me a sword? The swords in the arena are of poor quality."

Nuo Exiu: "Okay." He was already thinking about what kind of sword to buy.

The matter passed like this, and Samir and Noah Xiu looked normal, as if they were discussing a very ordinary matter.

Only the Eighteenth Prince was unhappy, he thought, so Samir actually knew that Nuo Exiu would not prevent him from participating in the arena?Then he didn't waste his time blocking it for so long.

Moreover, Samir seemed to know Nuo Exiu very well, and Nuo Exiu knew Samir very well... There was an atmosphere between them that outsiders could not enter at all.

The next day, Samir and the Eighteenth Prince went to the arena to participate in the competition as usual. Before leaving, Nuo Exiu jokingly took his iron chain and said, "Shall I take this thing off for you?"

Samir refused: "No need, this thing is quite easy to use. It would be even better if you could add armor-piercing, death-defying and other enchantments to it."

Noah Xiu: "..."

Noah Xiu: "I'll think about it."

When he arrived at the arena, Samir took off his robe, put on a cat mask, and became a player "white mask".

It is said that when he signed up, he clearly stated that his name was Lang Luo, but because the audience was so loud, the staff and other contestants also called him White Mask.Even when the referee announced the start of the match, they used the name "This match is the promotion match between White Mask and Blood Bear!".

But today, Samir found that more eyes fell on him, and compared with the simple look yesterday, there was a lot more look of anticipation.

After defeating the blood bear, the audience in the stands shouted with great excitement, I made the right bet, I made money!Samir thought for a while, and when he went backstage, he saw Prince Eighteen again. He didn't know what he was doing all day long.Samir simply went over and said to the Eighteenth Prince: "Before the game, there will be handicaps, right?"

Eighteenth Prince: "Yes, yes."

Samir clapped his fists: "Go, bet on me to win, and we will share the money earned."

The Eighteenth Prince was a little hesitant. He thought that Samir was too sure that he would win, but he was still wearing shackles on his wrists...

"Trust me." Samir said seriously; "I will not disappoint your expectations."

The next game started soon. Samir put on his mask and told him before entering the field: "Remember to press me, all-in!"

The Eighteenth Prince walked to the market without knowing it, and suppressed all the money he was carrying without knowing it. He didn't realize what he had done until he touched his empty pocket.

He obviously didn't have this kind of character that would bet all-in before, because with his keen intuition, the Eighteenth Prince can often make a few sums on this kind of handicap, but he has never bet much, just play casually, never greedy , with a very precise degree.

He returned to his position, the game was coming to an end, Samir pressed the opponent to fight, the battle ended quickly and without any suspense.

The Eighteenth Prince's eyes fell on Samir. Whether it was the referee, the opponent or the boiling audience, they all became phantoms in his eyes.

not good...

After Samir won, he looked around the audience to find the position of the Eighteenth Prince, and then raised his hand towards him.

The Eighteenth Prince raised his hand to respond to him.

Totally bad!

Samir played in the arena for a few days and made a lot of money, but more from betting.His odds were high at the beginning, and then they became lower and lower. Samir even wanted to deliberately lose a few games to increase the odds.The arena staff saw his thoughts and immediately dissuaded him, saying that once he lost, promotion would become very difficult, and he would be rewarded with a lot of benefits if he reached a higher level, and he would even be able to meet the royal family .

After all, for the arena, an undefeated white mask is more topical.

Samir had no choice but to dismiss this idea, but as he climbed higher and higher, he did feel some difficulty.After all, the body cannot be used, the sword is not easy to use, and the blood power on the opposite side is getting more and more strange.

He went back and talked to Nuo Exiu, and Nuo Exiu fed him a glass of blood wine and said, "It's okay, you will become stronger too."

Samir pressed the tip of his tongue against the glass of blood wine and swallowed it slowly.

He shook it and said, "I want to go shopping in the street in two days."

Nuo Exiu: "Okay, let Dan accompany you."

Samir snorted, "Aren't you going with me?"

"Suddenly busy recently." Nuo Exiu smiled: "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Then I won't delay you, Dan is fine."

Nuo Exiu touched his chin, then squeezed his chin, and said, "Did you have a good time with Dan recently?"

"Dan is fine." Samir, the alert and obedient little wolfhound who won't go crazy, suddenly asked, "You and Dan have the same maternal lineage, right?"

Noah hummed.

Samir: "Then your personalities are very different."

Nuo Exiu raised his chin and slowly leaned down. His two faces were very close. He stared into Samir's eyes and asked lazily, "Do you like his personality?"

Samir said calmly, "It's okay."

Nuo Exiu smiled: "But you can only stay by my side."