Dungeon Player

Chapter 123 The cruelty of [Gladiator]! (24 please recommend monthly tickets)

"...As I said before, Goblin gladiatorial combat is a field that has never been explored. I know that your gladiatorial arena is quite famous in the northern world and has always been known for its bravery and innovation, so I believe you Be willing to accept new things.”

In a room filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, a large, finely crafted black table was placed in the center of the room.

There was a demon sitting on the black leather sofa, with his back to the door. He was supporting his head with one hand, sitting quite relaxed.

"Lord Sherlock, you are really a very evil devil."

A poisonous man with a triple chin wearing a plaid suit, a tight brown vest, and a tie, sat slumped in a huge boss chair opposite the devil.

In fact, he was sitting, but there was too much flesh on his body, so he seemed to be paralyzed there.

The poison-skinned man took a sip of the heated silver-white metal bar and spit out a mushroom cloud. Then he took out another thick silver-white metal bar from the dark black log table and pointed it at the young demon sitting in front of him. said:

"Are you really not going to get a uranium stick? This tastes pretty good."

"No need." Sherlock waved his hand and said to the poisonous man in front of him:

"I can just have bloody chrysanthemum tea. But what does the boss think of my proposal?"

"As I said in my letter, we are very interested in your ideas, Lord Sherlock. However, in the field of gladiators, creativity alone is not enough. The audience must recognize it. Strength is a very critical part, otherwise If so, it will be the same if I randomly pull in some weak-looking goblins."

The poison-skinned man took another puff of the uranium rod. As he spoke, the buttons of his already tight jacket seemed to be reaching their limit.

"I understand what the boss means. Because of this, I brought fifty Goblin gladiators here just to let them prove themselves." Sherlock spread his hands and said naturally.

"Reserves." The poison-skinned man straightened up, and all the flesh in his body trembled. He stretched out his sticky hand with only four fingers and said emphatically:

"Your Goblin Warriors cannot be called gladiators yet because the registration application has not been completed. If they really have the courage to face giants as Master Sherlock said, I wouldn't mind accepting some Goblins. As a gladiator."

The poison-skinned man took another sip of the uranium rod, took a deep breath, made a "gu" sound, and then spit out a mushroom cloud and said:

"There will be a small show starting soon. Because it is not a popular time period, and the content of the gladiatorial battle is not very new, the number of viewers is not very large. I hope those goblins are as good as you said."

The poison-skinned man said this with an expression that seemed to be a smile.

…………

Black reptiles stepped on the dark and damp tiles.

The sound of the chains made a harsh sound as they were held on the ground.

On the door rail, there are the words "Lounge No. 09".

Heavy breathing echoed in the room, and the green skin was coated with inexplicable oil. Under the light reflected in the light, there were knotted muscles.

An arm as thick as a goblin.

A tall beastman, holding two metal chains in his hands, sat on a bench, looking at the goblins in front of him with fierce eyes. Those goblins all had green caps on their heads. The writing, the writing is weird, I can’t understand it.

"So, you have been a gladiator here for ten years? Oh my god, that's amazing. Our novice trainer is also a gladiator. Goblin Moros, do you know him?"

one of the goblins asked.

"Moros? I know many people named Maurice, [Death Undertaker] Moros in "Contract Ladder Briefcase Contest", [Fire Player] Moros in "Hell of Fire", "Buried Alive" [Knight of the End] Moros, but Moros who has never heard of "Goblin", what is "Goblin", a competition?"

The beastman propped up his knees and replied with a laugh.

"No, it's a race, it's a goblin. He said he was a legendary gladiator."

Another goblin said quickly.

"Legendary gladiator? The only true legendary gladiator is me!"

The beastman suddenly stood up excitedly, and the muscles all over his body squirmed as if alive, then fixed their shape and became as solid as "bricks":

"[Dashi] Johnson!"

The shadow of the beastman in the light cast a shadow over the goblins in front of him. He looked very powerful, and the goblins looked particularly small compared to him.

"Johnson! There are some places in the script you are waiting for..."

Someone shouted outside, and then an old goblin, wearing a white cloak and a unkempt beard, holding a script in his hand, saw the other goblins in the room, and the goblin was stunned. , asked:

"Who are these goblins? Did you let them in? If they don't clean up and tidy up the stands, what are they doing here?"

"No, they said they came to participate in the gladiatorial battle." The beastman named Johnson said, pointing to the green goblin above his head.

"Gladiator?"

The old goblin looked at the goblins with wide eyes. There were five of them wearing full body armor, and they even had weapons and shields on their hands.

If their racial identities as goblins are put aside, they do look like gladiators just from the look of their outfits.

"Did the boss commit another crime? He actually found Goblin, and his performance has declined to this extent recently?" The goblin waved his hand, and then said to [Dashi] Johnson:

"Forget it, don't worry about it. You have to be knocked to the ground in ten minutes. The opponent will elbow you on the thigh, then pick you up and throw you on your back. At this time, you will be KO. I understand. ?"

"Wait, the other party is a goblin, right? It seems to be only as high as my belly, how could he pick me up and throw me on my back?"

That [Dashi] Johnson asked.

"Are you stupid? When he hugs and throws you, can't you just lift yourself up by holding your hair with one hand? You have been a gladiator for ten years, do you need me to teach you this?"

Johnson touched his bald head in embarrassment.

"You can pick up your scalp."

A goblin sitting opposite him said this with the word "hoeing" on his head.

"Everything is fine, get ready to go out. Have you prepared the soap? Wait until the light is on you. You must be shiny!"

The old goblin asked [Dashi] Johnson.

"It's ready." Johnson took out a piece of soap and showed off his shiny skin, indicating.

"Okay, let's go."

The old goblin took [Dashi] Johnson out.

There were only five people left in the room again.

Arthur, Umekawa Kuko, Sylvanas, Burning Chest Hair, and Hoe.

"What do we do now?"

Umekawa Kuko asked in the silent room.

"Ah? What should I do?"

Hoe He looked a little confused.

"It's the gladiatorial game that's waiting for us. We also have to appear, right? What should we do?"

Umekawa Kuko said:

"Should we discuss some tactics? Although the mission instructions did not mention the need for a melee, but whichever team wins will have better rewards anyway, right?"

"I think we should prioritize long-range precision strikes."

Sylvanas took out her short bow and touched it with loving eyes.

"Are you targeting your teammates accurately?"

The burning chest hair on the edge said.

Sylvanas jumped up, grabbed the two ends of the short bow and stuck it on the neck of Burning Chest Hair, then strangled it hard and said viciously:

"If you tell me this nonsense again, I will kill you with precision right now!"

"It's going to die! The nest grass is going to die!"

"Let go! Are we going to lose one person before we even start!"

Umekawa Kuzi and Hoe He rushed up to save their teammates.

Only Arthur did not speak, silently holding his dagger and polishing the blade with a stone.

When five people were fighting in the locker room prepared by the players, there was a loud noise outside:

"Ladies——! Gentlemen——! Welcome to today's Northern Underground World Professional Wrestling Competition! I am the host of the competition... Let us welcome [Oishi] Qiang, what?! He actually used illegal weapons when he came up ! No! Guard! Guard, my God, the scene is completely out of control. Oh my God, this is really the bloodiest professional wrestling match I have ever seen. This match should not be called [The Lawless], this is simply [No misfortune]! What? Doesn’t my sentence make sense?”

The four people in the fight are still fighting.

"...Oh my God! Johnson's equipment was taken away, just like that. Look! That equipment was swallowed alive by [Iron Eater]! It seems that [Iron Eater] will win. Well, I personally am looking forward to the melee between [Iron Eater] and the next fifty goblins. Maybe [Iron Eater] will eat the goblins and their equipment together?"

The four people who were fighting fell silent and sat back in their seats.

Umekawa Kuko looked at Sylvanas and asked:

"We stand behind you, can you strike accurately first?"

………………

"Hurry up! You fat lazy criminal hamster!"

"Bah bang bang!"

In front of the three hamster wheels that were spinning constantly, a goblin with missing teeth was whipping the whip in his hand into the air.

In front of him were three hamsters running endlessly in the flywheel, with their dark faces exposed.

A beastman poked his head in and said:

"The bleeding effect is fine. There's no need to run a flywheel here. Just let these hamsters clean up."

The man left after saying that. The goblin nodded and drank again:

"Sinister, all three of you stop and clean the lounge!"

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