Looking at the **** limbs thrown from the stands around him, for some reason, Barrett suddenly remembered that when he was living in Galano, he had watched some noble dogfights when he was bored.

Although called 'dogfighting', the creatures on the field are not limited to those sturdy and ferocious hounds, but also wolverines, dire rabbits, skunks or goblins. Anyway, as long as the adventurers can catch things, they will throw them into the cage and let them fight.

Just like the arena of Diss in front of me.

Goblin killing each other is considered the most interesting project. Although these little guys are very timid, they dare to kill their own kind. The fight scene where weapons are provided is fairly normal, and the outcome will be quickly decided. The loser had a few more holes, fell to the ground and shed some blood, and then the body was pulled out to feed other beasts, that's all.

But if weapons are not provided, the battle becomes extraordinarily bloody, as the goblins can only fight with their claws and teeth. The organizer will feed the goblins some potions that can make them crazy, and then these little guys will scream and stab their fingers into the opponent's eyes, and bite the throats of the same kind like wild beasts.

Whether it is the winner or the loser, there is almost no intact place on the body, and the scene is extremely tragic. As for the end, the fate of the loser does not need to be repeated, and the winner is only rewarded with a few pieces of moldy jerky.

Whenever there is such a game, many residents in the city will watch with relish outside the cage, and there are even a large number of women and children.

Barrett himself doesn't really like this type of pastime. If you experience too much killing, you will feel numb and a little bored. But he did not expect that one day he would become the goblin who was desperately fighting in the cage.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt disinterested in the battle in front of him, and the emotions that had been indulged in the victories and the wild cheers of the audience suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, I really want to eat a pan-fried herb prawn!" Barrett muttered to himself, "What's the name of that restaurant in Herb City?" He thought and thought, "If I remember correctly, it seems It's called 'the tongue guides you'. If you have a chance, go eat it again."

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The vampire Lambert, who had replenished his blood, seemed to have regained a new life, and his face became elegant again. Calmly, although the dress on his body is still tattered, it is difficult to conceal his innate noble temperament.

The vampire turned into a pig-faced bat and flew towards Baritt again, and when he was less than ten meters away from the barbarian, he changed back to his human form. "You don't seem to like these foods very much." He hung on the ground, leaning on his hands. Holding the black cane engraved with the golden manzhushahua pattern, "Also, you look a lot more decadent than before, haven't you recovered? Or, have you given up this gladiatorial fight?"

He used that arrogant and mocking tone again, "If you get down on your knees and beg me, I might consider letting you go. Oh, sorry, the term 'survival' isn't accurate. What I meant to say. Yes, I will transform you into a vampire spawn and serve me forever."

The vampire rubbed the golden bat on the top of the cane with his palm. "But, if you behave well, I might make you a real vampire. Yes, as anyone who knows me knows, Lambert is not stingy. Man. I will allow you to drink my blood, break free from my control, and regain your freedom as a noble vampire, which must be a great honor for you, isn't it? Of course, all this is premised on your service Satisfy me!"

"Do you like pan-fried prawns?" Barrett asked suddenly.

"What?" The vampire was stunned.

"Fried prawns!" Manzi repeated, "A big prawn as long as one palm..." He gestured with his palm, "Cut the back, remove the shrimp line, and stuff in some minced garlic, green and red peppers, and onions. Ding and other ingredients, sprinkle some salt, crushed herbs and black pepper when frying, and pour a few drops of lemon juice after the pan. The taste makes you reluctant to throw shrimp shells!"

"And a steaming stew of cream and butter with whatever you like. Carrots, barley, potatoes, clams, or cod and crab nuggets, anything," Barrett continued. , "The shop I've eaten at is run by a pair of sisters. The thick and sticky broth of the stew will not only dissipate the cold in your body, but it will also give you a good mood throughout the day. Hey, do you want to try it? Try it? If you want, I can tell you the address of that shop."

After the vampire heard it, his face became particularly gloomy. He unconsciously held the cane with both hands, his handsome face slightly distorted, "Why do you say this?"

"It's nothing, just a little nostalgic." Barret said indifferently, "I really want to eat it again!" He sighed, "How about you? Do you have any favorite food? Oh, sorry, I forgot who you are An undead creature, you can't taste any food except blood. Even if the food is 10,000 times more delicious, for you, it is no different from the yellow sand around you."

Barbarian's face showed easily discernible sympathy, "To be honest, I can't stand a life like yours. Even an ordinary hard-boiled egg, a piece of moldy cheese, and a poor rye beer would be better for the day. Can only sip blood. It's pitiful to think about those days..."

"Hmph, it's not your turn to be pitiful yet!" The vampire Lambert once again took out his three-edged rapier from his cane, rolled up the yellow sand in the sky like a gust of wind, and charged directly at Barrett.

The 'Twin Sword' and the weapon in the vampire's hand collided again, "Dead man? Hehe, isn't that talking about yourself?" Barrett looked at each other through the stalemate weapon, "You know, the dead can also be Die again, as it happens, I'm very good at this!"

The death movement played by the collision of the weapons played again, and two creatures who had never met before fought desperately in this "melodious" movement, hoping to win the kiss of the goddess of victory.

The vampire changed his calm performance when he was suppressed. The figure flickered from left to right, flickering around Barritt and attacking frantically. The stabs of the three-edged rapier in his hand were quite fierce, and each strike was directed at the vital part of the barbarian at a tricky angle.

Since there was absolutely no way to compete with the opponent in terms of movement speed, Barritt could only switch from offense to defense, hoping to find the opponent's flaws from the defense and use counterattacks to kill the opponent.

Time ticks by in a passionate death movement. They hit from the left side of the arena all the way to the center of the arena, and then moved from the center of the arena to the right near the wall.

When Barrett stepped back, he suddenly felt that he had stepped on something. It was a pale leg bone buried under the yellow sand, which caused the barbarian to slip and half-knelt on the ground.

The vampire Lambert's attack followed, and the rapier in his hand instantly turned into a shadow, and at the same time he pointed at Barritt's left eye, throat, and heart, making the barbarian unable to guard against it.

The barbarian blocked the broad-blade long sword diagonally in his face, but the shadow of the opponent's thin sword solidified in his heart. Just when the rapier pierced a little bit, it was smashed by Barrett with the metal fist of his right hand~lightnovelpub.net~ The vampire's rapier rubbed a half-deep gap on the 'Armor of Redemption'. Shallow traces, a little undetectable light burst from the intersection of the weapon and the armor, and spread along the weapon to the vampire.

Lambert groaned and took a few steps back.

"This armor on your body is really annoying!" he said dissatisfiedly, "Is it left by that paladin. Hmph, do you think you can defeat me with it?"

"How do you know if you don't try." Barrett took this opportunity to get up quickly and touched the scratches on his heart with some fear.

Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, Barret knew that the vampire's martial skills were indeed a little higher than his own. Although it is only a small amount, it is extremely difficult when combined with the opponent's elusive and elusive movement skills and rich combat experience.

Undead creatures have no end in sight, and they are indeed a good capital to hone their martial arts.

The vampire looked down at the palm of his sword holding, and the scorch marks on it disappeared in an instant, "Hmph, it's just a minor injury." He said contemptuously, "After I kill you, Throw this armor into the 'Blood River', let it be slowly eroded by the filth of all ages, and eventually become part of the blood river!"

"Okay, then you have to work hard!" Barrett replied.

I'm sorry, the barbarian said to the 'Armor of Redemption' in his heart. Maybe you got a few more cracks today. But you also heard that a few more cracks are better than being thrown into a river of blood, don't you think?

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