Chapter 85:

The farce caused on the street did not take long before it changed.
In Rank City, there is an unwritten default rule. Once there is an inconsistency or contradiction, the person will not come forward, but let his own slave play in the Colosseum instead, whether it is right or wrong. One party not only has to apologize to the winner, but also needs to prepare double compensation.
The keen businessmen have discovered the profitable business opportunities. Before each battle, they will prepare a bet with a very different odds and sell tickets to the Colosseum at a high price. People who like to watch the excitement or want to win wealth through the betting Gambling ghosts swarm like wild dogs smelling bones.
Rank City is relying on this commercial chain with unlimited potential. It has grown from a small rural city in less than 20 years to become the richest and most prosperous slave supply city in the Warner Empire. It is almost here. It can meet the needs of any buyer, even rare elves and precious merfolk, as long as they have money, they can be purchased at high prices from the black market.
Almost the local residents of Rank City have their own slave farms. Many slave traders in other places buy and resell here. It can be said that the Werner Empire can develop to the second strongest Balsado Empire. It is absolutely inseparable from the huge slave industry.
Originally you didn't know where Lu Weide took you, until you heard the name of Rank City from other people, you immediately understood it.
It is also at this time that you know how far away you are from your hometown of Balsado. You must know that Ranke is close to the northernmost coastal city of the Werner Empire, while Balsado is in the south, two places far apart. Without relying on flying tools and space teleportation arrays, just riding a carriage has to travel day and night for more than half a year to return to Balsado.
You really felt a slight panic and shock. You really don't understand why Lu Weide took you so close to the sea.
If he takes you out to sea to other unknown continents or uninhabited islands, then you want to go back is simply a whimsical thing.
But on second thought, you feel that you are thinking too much. No matter how much Lu Weide hates humans, he can't really live alone from this group, and according to his greedy and stingy temperament, it is absolutely impossible to give up. A generous reward that can be earned in the human world.
Because of the escalation of chaos, you won't have time to see what's going on ahead in the future. People in high spirits crowded several parties and rushed towards the nearest Colosseum.
When they were gone, you patted the night elf on the arm and motioned for him to put you down.
"Want to go see it?" he asked you in a low voice.
You froze for a moment, and then slightly gestured: "But I heard that the tickets are hard to get, and the price is a bit..."
Do you think that with Luvid's greedy character, I guess he wouldn't be willing to spend so much money to watch a boring battle with a dispensable performance.
But your thoughtfulness didn't touch him, instead the Nightfallen frowned dissatisfied.
"I'm not as poor as you think. I still have this little money."
Obviously being questioned by you about his financial ability, Lu Weide feels that his male dignity is insulted.
Probably in order to wash away your impression of him as a poor ghost, you have been stingy in your impression of the greedy black elves who care about a silver coin, and bought two tickets for the Colosseum VIP seats at an unprecedented price.
The VIP seats are different from the messy ordinary auditoriums. Not only do they have independent and quiet rooms, but they can also watch the fierce battles of the slaves under the battle from the best perspective.
The Colosseum in Rank City is full of seats almost every day, and the VIP seats are even harder to find. After all, anyone on this street may be a prosperous city where nobles or children of wealthy gentry can enter the Colosseum for entertainment. Basically, there is no shortage of money.
When you follow Lu Weide into the exclusive room of the VIP seat, you find that a battle in the Colosseum below has just ended. A tall, strong, lion-orc-like sub-orc is obviously the winner, but his eye Stabbed blind by some sharp weapon, a corpse was lying on his feet, his neck was bitten off, weirdly twisted, and the blood hole in his chest was still trickling out of warm blood, which seemed to be just right. Died soon.
The ground and towering stone walls in the Colosseum were full of dark red blood stains of different old and new, and the muddy ground in the middle was almost brown-red ground soaked with blood.
Accompanied by the high-pitched enthusiasm in the audience and the indirect sadness and lament, the lion orc as the winner was invited down as a hero, and several Colosseum slaves quickly rushed into the arena to drag away the loser. The body cleaned up the messy scene, so as to quickly meet the next battle.
It’s just that the owner of the lion orc didn’t seem to be satisfied with his performance. When the equally injured lion orc walked up to a young man dressed as a noble child, his face was pale, with a deep silt under his eyes that was obviously excessively indulgent. The green aristocratic youth kicked the lion orc's thigh with a piece of flesh bitten off by the enemy.
The lion orc just snorted and didn't resist him, as if he had been used to the uncertainty of the noble youth.
The people in the Colosseum didn’t pay attention to this insignificant episode. They just looked forward to the more brutal and cruel fight. The ladies and gentlemen who dressed modestly and politely on social occasions looked like crazy at the moment. Yelled with twisted excitement.
Watching this scene, you just feel an uncontrollable nausea and nausea in your heart, and some impulsive curiosity of regret, and followed the night fall elves to this noisy Colosseum.
You can't understand the excitement and enthusiasm of the people underneath, and feel that you are incompatible with them.
Sensitively aware of your emotional changes, the nightfallen quickly looked down at you, "Don't like it?"
You pursed your lips and nodded, somewhat puzzled: "Why would they like to watch such a perverted and cruel game?"
Lu Wed was taken aback by your questioning, and then raised his eyebrows rather strangely, even with some irony in his tone, "Isn't this your favorite thing for humans to do? Will other races Locked in a cage, watching them kill each other for fun."
"I don't have this perverted hobby! Not all humans are like this."
You immediately retorted him angrily, and then reluctantly said: "And your reputation for the night elves is not much better."
It’s probably very rare to see you angry. The Nightfallen was at a loss for a rare moment. After thinking about it, he was not angry. He even nodded and approved what you said, "What you said makes sense. The nightfallen, humans seem to be a little better."
You who wanted to take the opportunity to fight with him were choked.
Why doesn't this guy always play cards according to common sense.
And isn't he also a night elf himself? Why is there a strange sense of pride that I have nothing to do with this infamous race?
When you couldn't find anything to say for a while, you turned off the topic and asked tentatively: "What are you here for Rank City?"
In fact, you never thought that Lu Weide would answer, just want him to divert his attention.
After all, you wouldn't think he would tell you all his secrets.
However, his reaction once again exceeded your expectations.
"In order to kill someone." The nightfallen said lightly, and his tone was flat and natural, as if saying that the weather was good today.
You opened your eyes in a daze, and subconsciously opened your mouth and asked: "Is it your enemy?"
"No." Lu Weide responded with extra patience, "I don't know each other."
"Then why do you still..." Halfway through, you suddenly fell silent, because you suddenly remembered this person's profession.
He is a cold-blooded assassin who specializes in assassinating others. It is so strange to kill a stranger he doesn't know.
Once again, you deeply realize that this dark-skinned elf who can casually talk about murders has a huge gap between his worldview and philosophy and yours.
"We will leave here when we kill the mission target and get paid," Lu Weide whispered.
With a heartbeat, you asked nervously, "Where are we going?"
This time the night elves didn't answer you anymore. Those different-colored eyes that could not see any emotions stared at you quietly for a moment, turning their heads away and saying, "You will know later. "
You are becoming more and more disturbed and want to continue to ask more questions, but suddenly there is a deafening and frenetic cheering from below the Colosseum.
"Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, next we will welcome a rare and distinguished guest. Master Olier, who has the most powerful one-eyed slave in Rank City, is about to join the battle. His opponent is a beautiful demon lady. , Everyone should hurry up and place bets, and stop betting after the battle begins!" The Colosseum commentator was shouting impassionedly.
In a short while, the gates on both sides of the Colosseum slowly rose, and the slaves of the two participants who were fighting on their behalf slowly walked out of the dark corridor.
A slave seemed to be a sub-orc of the werewolf tribe, with a pair of gray beast ears growing on his head. He was tall and sturdy. Each muscle on his body was distinct. It seemed to contain amazing explosive power, a thin piece of coarse quality The simple leather armor can't stop his good figure, but his face is equipped with an iron half-face cage commonly used by slaves. Except for the cold and long gray eyes, the lower part of the nose is blocked. Clear specific appearance.
You inexplicably feel a strange sense of familiarity from this slave, as if you had seen him before.
Immediately afterwards, his enemy also walked out of the tunnel behind the gate. It was actually a four-to-five-meter-high cyclops. His huge and terrifying body was covered with scars of both old and new, full of fierce and brutal aura. And the cruel contempt in the scarlet one-eyed eye made people particularly frightened.
In the contrast of this one-eyed giant, the sub-orc who was originally tall was instantly slender and thin.
"Hurry up!"
"kill him!"
"Tear this lowly sub-beast hybrid/species!"
The audience seemed to be unable to wait, they all yelled and urged.
The Cyclops was provoked by the surrounding emotions, raised his head and howled, and ran towards the Orc.
Just when everyone thought that this sub-orc would be ripped off by the brutal Cyclops and crushed into meat sauce, an unexpectedly shocking scene stunned everyone present.
This orc actually used one hand to resist the fist thrown by the Cyclops, then lifted his foot and kicked, and the huge Cyclops was hit hard by him into the stone in the Colosseum. In the wall, large cracks spread quickly across the towering stone wall, and even the auditorium above shook violently.
Then the painful wailing of the Cyclops resounded in the Colosseum.
Everyone looked into the field in horror and found that the Orc had actually torn off one of the Cyclops' arm.
With just one face-to-face, the Cyclops, whom everyone looked forward to, was defeated.
Then the Orc stood in the middle of the Colosseum, slowly taking off the slave half-face mask, revealing a handsome face that was mature and tough but full of murderous intent.
He raised his head and looked at the panicked or disturbed people in the audience, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his lips.
"Kill them all for me."
As soon as the sub-orc's voice fell, the slaves in the cage violently broke through the cage, and rushed toward the audience with hatred.