When the bright light of the Pillar of Taim in the center of the royal city of Rezim gradually dimmed, it indicated that night had quietly fallen on the surface world.

While this shady city center area is generally silent, in another corner of the city there is a sense of polarization.

The auditorium of the Arena of Rezim King City is ring-shaped, and it surrounds the competition venue in the center. There is almost no light in the audience area, but there are more than a dozen gorgeous demon fires floating in the center of the competition venue.

At this time, the game has been on for a long time, and the participating gladiator slaves are entangled and fiery.

The entire venue was filled with the excited cries of the dark elf nobles.

Obviously, the blood splashes that collide with this kind of sharp-edged collision can really bring a very unique sense of excitement to this depressing underground world.

Of course, this chic thrill is equally popular on the surface world.

Evelyn, the mother-in-law of the fourth natural disaster family, took a glass of scarlet drow spider blood wine and took a sip from time to time, watching the exciting game on the field with relish.

Although the game was very exciting, the glamorous family mistress frowned involuntarily.

Because surrounded by a group of wild and excited women, the screams of these crazy women were echoing in her ears.

"Can't you have a glass of spider blood wine? My friend, Herist." Seeing that the fierce battle was over again, Evelyn sighed regretfully and said with a smile to the drow wizard beside her.

"Mushroom wine brewed by spider venom, people who want to adapt to this toxicity must drink a cup every few hours every day for three months. I'm afraid I won't be blessed with this delicious thing. Wonderful game."

Herist shook her head with a smile, and cast her reddish eyes to the field of competition again: "I even stopped the research on spells planned for today, I hope you won't let me down."

"You won't be disappointed, you have to trust your friends' judgment." Evelyn showed the same expression.

Herist turned around and smiled politely back at the other party.

"Let's go, our God of Wealth is here."

Suddenly, Evelyn seemed to notice something, and immediately put the wine glass on the small table beside her, and motioned to Harist next to her.

Then the two of them, followed by five or six guards, walked to another family mistress surrounded by guards.

Immediately afterwards, the two mistresses held hands very affectionately like sisters, walked side by side to the best part of the stand, and chatted with a smile about Hidden Ji Feng's words.

"You know what I'm here for." After the cynicism was over, another family mistress saw that the game off the court was about to end and went straight to the point.

"Of course I know, dear Miss Mosel, the bet has been prepared for you, but I don't know if your family can afford it."

Evelyn replied with a smile, and then gestured to Harist beside her.

Harist understood instantly, and snapped her fingers with a chuckle.

After a while.

The Swamp Bearman, who was going to fight, was dragged into the cage abruptly, and a half-elf dressed in sackcloth and linen slowly walked to the very center of the field.

When the half-elf stood quietly in the center of the field, the atmosphere in the entire auditorium suddenly reached its climax.

The wild and excited screams were like wailing and wolf howling, and wave after wave of madness responded to the arrival of the gladiator.

"So, are you ready for challengers and stakes?"

Seeing the lively atmosphere around, Evelyn nodded with satisfaction, and was very glad that she did not hesitate to nod to agree to the conditions proposed by the half-elf ranger from the surface.

"Come on." Mother Moselle greeted Evelyn's smiling face and waved her hand.

As soon as the words fell, the family martial arts chief standing behind him directly disarmed his entire body of weapons and equipment, wearing only a thin commoner, jumped and flew to the center of the field.

"The martial arts chief of the Zemore family has the strength of the third-order peak, is there a problem?" Seeing the martial arts chief who entered the arena, Herist looked surprised, and immediately said to Evelynn.

"Trust our friend, dear Herist, our chance to make a fortune is here, hurry up and bet." Evelyn winked at the surprised wizard indifferently.

"That's true." Harrison nodded, and immediately cast her expectant gaze to the very center of the field.

The reason why she left her precious time here is to watch how this ranger from the surface completed the 100-game winning streak in the arena in one month.

And this game is the last one.

"This is the half-elf swordsman from the Fourth Calamity Family, a familiar half-elf swordsman, who has now achieved 99 consecutive victories in the arena, and his challenger is the martial arts chief from the Zemore family, a swordsman genius, let us bet Revel in this great game!"

As soon as the words fell, the cheers on the audience stage became crazy again, and in this madness, there was also a large number of abuses against the Zemore family martial arts chief.

Obviously, this kind of competition involves the powerful martial arts chiefs of the family, and there is nothing exciting at all.

Because these martial arts masters with rich combat experience have only learned how to deal with their opponents quickly and easily, and they will not wield their hands and double-blade to brutally kill the enemy like this half-elf, which brings them inexplicable pleasure.

Immediately after the hostess of the arena set the atmosphere, a staff member responsible for placing bets began to explain the various situations of the participants.

However, no matter how hard the staff explained how powerful the half-elf swordsman, who was about to achieve 100 consecutive victories, most viewers still placed their bets on the martial arts master.

Then, the real duel begins.

A half-elf swordsman from the Fourth Scourge family battles a drow master from the Zemore family.

When the commentator quickly left between the two, the two silhouettes collided with the sharp blades that flashed cold light in their hands.

However, at the moment when the unwilling sound of metal collision sounded, the half-elf who was waving the whistling double-blade to block suddenly spewed out a blazing flame, directly covering the unprepared martial arts master.

Afterwards, the half-elf looked coldly at the martial artist who was struggling in the flames, and suddenly two wings of flames stretched out behind his back. Driven by the wings of flame, a whistling flashed toward the martial artist at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. scorching wind.

"thump!"

A dull sound came from the deadly silent arena. When everyone noticed it, the body of the martial artist had been turned to ashes in the burning flames, and the victor had disappeared in the center of the arena, leaving only a group of stunned people. audience.

Obviously, in the audience's perception, isn't this half-elf swordsman best at his deadly swordsmanship?

He was deeply shocked by the sudden use of scorching flames in the last game and the cleanly kill the powerful martial artist.

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In the gloomy stone house, Thorne silently packed his belongings, and changed into the outfit on the surface world again, ready to leave.

Now, he has achieved the 100th success of the Royal City of Rezim, and he has obtained all the things he wants. Now he needs to rush back to the lighthouse town to take away the two weapons that are about to be completed, and leave this depressing dark world as soon as possible. .

At this time, a slight footstep came from far and near, which was easily captured by Thorne, so he stood quietly waiting for the unknown person.

"Is this going to leave?" Evelyn entered the stone house, glanced at Thorne, and asked with a smile.

"I'm going to find you." Thorne glanced at the other side lightly and said.

"I'm not here." Evelyn took out a dimensional bag from her pocket and threw it into Thorne's hand and said, "This is your 100 duels, every time you bet on you to win the money, and now it's back to you already."

"And the magic recovery technique you promised me." Thorne took it unceremoniously, put it away, and looked at the drow elf.

"I suggest that you take off all your clothes, so that it is more convenient to display, otherwise all the impurities removed will stick to your clothes, which will be very uncomfortable."

Evelyn stared at Thorne's face, a playful flash in her pale red eyes, reminding him kindly.

Noticing the playful gaze of the other party, Thorne stretched out his palm, and a fireball the size of a basin gradually condensed and formed, looking at her coldly, as if it would stick to her face at any time.

"It's really boring and shy. I've played more with your **** than you've ever seen before." Evelyn tugged a few strands of hair in front of her forehead and muttered a little boringly.

Then he ignored the other party, took out the holy symbol, put his hand on Thorne's shoulder and chanted an obscure divine spell.

——“Seven Rings Divine Art: Advanced Restoration Art!”

When the soft magic light enveloped Thorne, he immediately felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his body.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that the skin of the whole body was actually starting to shed, as if it had been purified once.

At the same time, he also understood why the priestess advised him to take off his clothes, because he could clearly notice that traces of black impurities were oozing from all the pores of his body.

Immediately afterwards, all the dark wounds and potential dark wounds he had left over the past two years were repaired, no matter what kind of scars on his body began to gradually disappear, and even his soul seemed to be sublimated.

"Okay, by the way, I'll give you another cleansing technique."

After the magic was cast, Evelyn, who looked very tired, swayed a bit and almost fell to the ground.

Immediately, she steadied her body with a little difficulty, and gently waved her hand to clean up all the filth on Thorne's body caused by the recovery magic.

Thorne looked at the fair and tough skin, moved his limbs and palms, and felt an unprecedented smoothness.

If he was asked to pick up the coin at this time, he was very confident that he could do it easily.

The so-called advanced recovery technique is to restore one's body to its current peak state, and the whole person is like a new life.

When Carlock once pointed out his swordsmanship skills, he mentioned that as an agile professional, if there are too many hidden injuries on his body, it will affect the normal performance of his own strength, and his physical flexibility is delayed by these hidden injuries. leg.

So it was always in his mind.

This is what he agreed to be a gladiator in exchange for Evelyn.

However, as a high-level divine art, especially a recovery class divine art, it usually requires a certain price to be paid. Like the divine art that Evelynn just performed, it definitely consumes her lifespan.

However, compared to her gains in the arena, this lifespan may be insignificant to her.

"I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, and you even have a part-time job as a wizard. It seems that your future plans are not small."

Feeling that the filth oozing from the pores of the whole body was cleaned up and became refreshing again, Thorne glanced at the other party unexpectedly and said lightly.

"Then, do you want to know my depth?" Evelyn smiled slightly when she heard the words, her pale red eyes flickered a few times, dragged her tired body towards Thorne, and teased: "If you want to , you must let me find out your length first."

After she finished speaking, her slender fingers gently moved towards Thorne's chin, but at the moment when she was about to touch it, she was scorched by the pale orange flame, causing her to groan and shrink back.

Thorne returned his icy gaze and turned away without saying a word.

Walking out of the depressing stone house, he immediately called up the system bar to check the two new abilities he had just acquired.

[Bloody Challenger (Background Specialty) lv2: Toril Era, Rezim King City, Sunset Moon, on the 26th, you were in the arena of Rezim King City in the Underdark, after a baptism of mortal battles, you began to understand The meaning of fighting for your own life, in the battle, you will be the terrifying existence that makes the enemy have nightmares. 】

1. After obtaining this feat, you are immune to any tremor, panic, and flinch effects (except fear).

2. Will save +4.

3. Frightening Momentum (33 times a day): After activating this skill, all enemies within 20 feet need to pass a Will save, otherwise they will be in a state of panic for 10 seconds. (Regardless of whether the enemy passes the check or not, these people will no longer be affected by this skill for 24 hours)

4. Trembling gaze (can be cast at will): When the enemy meets your gaze, you need to pass a Will check, otherwise you will be in a state of "shudder" for 5 seconds. (Regardless of whether the enemy passes the check or not, these people will no longer be affected by this skill for 24 hours)

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[Killing Heart (Background Specialty) lv1: You have become accustomed to blood and death in the killing again and again, and ending your life does not have any difficulties and fears for you. You begin to ignore death. In battle, you will awaken the ability to kill the heart, which will make you have no mercy for the enemy, and any magic that affects the mind will hardly change your indifferent judgment. (Will save +2)]

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