White Dragon Lord

These adventurers have experienced long-term life in the mines without covering their bodies.

But that's fine in Whitecastle, the murlocs are big fans of naturism, and the gnolls and ogres are wearing only a little leather skirt.

Amos glanced at the great butler of the White Castle—Gul’garu was wearing, yo~, leopard print.

But other than not having a decent suit, in other respects, these volunteer miners were not mistreated.

Especially in terms of food, White Castle has plenty of food. Even the low-status races like kobolds can have meat at every meal, and the same is true for these human miners.

Amos looked at the bulging muscles of the adventurers, nodded with satisfaction, sufficient food, coupled with long-term hard exercise, made their physique stronger than ever.

It's just that these muscular men are like shivering chicks in front of the White Dragon Lord.

Amos looked at the trembling adventurers below: You! Dare to challenge the authority of White Castle! Working to death is a gift to you.

The words of the white dragon lord changed: But, now, I give you a chance to regain your freedom.

The adventurers whispered.

Amos pointed to the two-legged flying dragon: My pets lack combat experience, so they need some sparring, fight with them, and you will be free again.

The premise is that you can survive their attack.

The adventurer looked at the two huge wyverns and rioted.

A big man who looked like a leader saw Bai Long's frowning brows and immediately stopped his subordinates from whispering.

Knowing that he and the others had no other choice, the big man gritted his teeth and raised his head to look directly at the White Dragon Lord: Dear White Dragon Lord, our hands are already familiar with mine picks and mine carts, we need a few days to rebuild. Adapt to long swords and shields.

Amos thought for a while: Yes! Then give you a week, during which you can move freely on Tasman Island.

Amos is not worried at all, adventurers will escape, and there is no ship on the vast sea, where can they escape? Moreover, who can escape the pursuit of murlocs.

Then, a week later, you will report to the Colosseum of White Scale City by yourself.

After several years of expansion and development, Bailin City has become a large city with a population of 100,000, and the surrounding breeding bases have been relocated to other islands.

The social rank of the murlocs is also gradually differentiated. The specific manifestation is that the White Scale City is divided into four urban areas: the square area, the trade area, the college area and the residential area.

Among them, the square area is the political center of the fish people and the residence of the upper-class people of the fish people. The school area and the residential area are just as their names suggest. In addition to business, the trade area also includes all kinds of entertainment. Among them, there is what the white dragon lord said. Colosseum.

The Colosseum is a ring-shaped building, the center of which is a sunken circular arena with a diameter of 200 meters. Around the arena are raised annular auditoriums.

In the Colosseum, the beasts and slaves captured during the external expansion, the gladiators specially trained by the Colosseum, or the warriors who volunteered to participate in the gladiatorial fights, engaged in the most primitive and bloody duels, bringing joy to the audience.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Today's Colosseum is more lively than ever, not to mention the seats, even the aisles are crowded with people, all because of the stalwart figure on the high platform.

At the beginning of the construction of the Colosseum, considering the situation of the white dragons, a huge square platform was designed at the highest point in the four directions for the white dragons to watch the game.

However, the white dragons are not interested in these petty gladiatorial fights. If they have time to spare, they might as well take a nap.

And now, the seat specially designed for Bailong finally welcomed its first guest.

The white dragon lord looked at the cheering murlocs below and the relatives of other races, raised a huge dragon wing,

The atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited, and the cheers were deafening.

The old blind eye stood beside the white dragon lord and looked at the scene below. He was filled with emotion. Once upon a time, the murlocs were still at the bottom of the food chain, struggling to survive.

But now, it can sit aloft in the Colosseum and watch the predators fight for fun in the past. It looks at the white dragon lord on the side with reverence. If its identity does not allow it, it will be like the ordinary murloc below. , chanted the name of the White Dragon Lord together.

Because all of this was changed because of the white dragon.

Old Jimmy on the side also smiled and looked at the crowded scene below. While feeling emotional, he was also calculating today's income.

That's right, it is impossible to build such a huge Colosseum in White Scale City without the support of the senior murlocs behind it. This Colosseum was built and operated by old Jimmy, and other senior murlocs invested in it.

Amos turned a blind eye to these small actions of the murloc executives. The water is clear and there are no fish. As long as the bottom line is not violated, Bailong is also happy to see the prosperity of business, because all business within the sphere of influence of Baibao 20% of the profit of the behavior is the tax, which goes into the private dragon treasury of the white dragons.

Not long after, one side of the gate on the arena opened, and a group of human adventurers in leather armor filed out, either armed with spears or carrying sharp swords. Although the weapons were different, everyone held the standard. Oak shield.

The gates were closed, and the adventurers stood on the edge of the arena, taking advantage of the last minute to familiarize themselves with their weapons and equipment.

The audience was attracted by the human adventurers who appeared, and they all turned to the arena.

On the arena, the ground was red and black, exuding a bloody smell, because the blood in the past had penetrated into the slate and could not be cleaned.

After a while, there was a dragon cry in the sky, and two flying dragons descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena.

Although the old Jimmy who got the news has done a good job of publicity, and the audience has already known today's protagonist in advance, they still can't suppress their excitement, or why suppress it, no matter in that world, the most primitive blood and violence can always be Stimulate the most instinctive animal nature of intelligent creatures.

The audience looked at the two-footed flying dragon falling from the sky, cheered wildly, and threw out the petals in their hands. The Colosseum has been established for a few years, and there have been only a few high-level battles, and this time it was two high-level fights. Rank Yalong, that is even more unprecedented.

The Wyvern is the closest to the real dragon, except that it has no forelimbs and is smaller in size, it is no different from the real dragon.

Of course, these are only external things, such as the inheritance of dragons, which cannot be possessed by Yalong. They can only rely on the dragon veins to passively awaken some spell abilities, and their intelligence is low, so they cannot actively learn magic.

The intelligence of a two-legged flying dragon is equivalent to that of a four- or five-year-old child, and it can accept simple orders. Before coming, the white dragon lord had explained that he could not fly and escape, and fought with all his strength.

But it was the adventurer who took the initiative.

Under the command of the leader, the adventurer raised his shield to protect his torso, and spread out to the two-legged dragon in the center of the field, slowly approaching.

The two-footed flying dragon looked at the approaching human and felt threatened. The dragon's kiss was slightly opened, revealing its white fangs, and a threatening low roar came from its throat. The pale green acid dripped from the gap between the teeth and landed on the ground. The rock made a creaking sound, and small bubbles emerged one after another, and the surface was corroded into small pits of different depths.

The show is about to begin!