Sattva seemed to be quite familiar here. When the two males guarding the city saw that it was him, he waved his hand and let him go without checking it.
Imrik walked on the street with his head down, and from the corner of his eyes he used to observe the situation inside the city of Drow. In addition to the free people, the female Drow and their side were all around.
The slave.
Those female black-skinned elves dressed in exposed clothes, basically equivalent to unwrapped female black-skinned elves, each with a chain on their hands, tied with strong and powerful male muscles who were only wearing briefs (usually these are half-orcs).
), or a beautiful boy with delicate bodies and delicate appearance (usually male drown).
These male Drow slaves are hard to distinguish between male and female. Their skin tone, like black pearls and their seductive delicate facial features have a blasphemous sacred beauty.
"Matriarchal clan?" Imrik looked at the arrogant and domineering females, even flirted with his slaves in the street.
Sattva seemed to be used to it. He had no psychological fluctuations in everything around him. In fact, with his handsome face and strong warrior figure, he might have been a member of these tragic tribes tied up.
Imrik hid his face under his black robe a little deeper. He didn't want to attract the attention of any female porno demon, causing his plan to penetrate failed. According to his vision, even if he was asked to sacrifice the simulative color, at least
He must be the noble girl among the No. 1 noble family.
The so-called first noble usually refers to the most powerful family in a Zhall city. The person in charge of Zhall is the mistress in each family. The mistress of the first family in each city is usually
The most powerful existence of this city, otherwise it would not be able to hold its own as a ruler in an intrigue environment.
Usually, the mistress will give birth to a large number of daughters, allowing them to fight each other, and the winning daughter will find a way to betray the mistress and imprison the previous ruler to take power. Basically, there is no mistress who will die in Zhuoer City.
Either they are permanently ruled by the God’s grace and immortality, or they are laid off by a filial daughter in advance.
Arideline City is a very special existence even in the city of Zoer. Compared with other cities' blind belief in Goddess Rose, there is also a god of slush monsters in Arideline City--Ancient
The Eye of Guannard, and the worship of the male Drow god, the masked Lord Viren.
The former is because, in addition to a few male Drows who believe in Guannard, Aredrin City also has a large number of soft sludge monsters, which are distributed in the city's sewers and provide Guannard with a large amount of faith.
The latter is because there is a rare and powerful male Zoer in this city, a great wizard close to the legend. He is the firm ally and consulting object of the first mistress. Therefore, the senior male Zoer is in
The number and benefits here are far beyond other Zoer cities (of course this does not affect the good-looking male Zoer becoming slaves).
Simply put, these two gods can have a certain base of believers in the city of Aredrin, which itself represents the dominance of the traditional female Zoer here is not absolute.
"This is the Colosseum of Arederine City. Slaves or ambitious people who want to stand out in front of the nobles will participate in one cruel duel after another. Some strong warriors can survive and get a strong family.
Most of the aristocrats' recognition was simply to die on the spot."
The goal of Sartva's mission this time is the manager of the Colosseum. He took Imrik to an extremely huge circular building with huge high walls around the building and surrounded by the walls.
A full circle of high steps on the seats.
In the center of the building is a beast-fighting area divided into separate combat cages. In each area, two contestants have a life-and-death cruel duel.
The manager of the Colosseum was a male Tifflin, and behind him were two large bodyguards of the Shiman blind clan.
"Li Oudi, or an old mission? Escort the caravan?" Sattva asked the manager after entering the Colosseum's office.
Tifflin shook his head and said with a passionate look: "We are old friends too, Sattva, you have completed all the tasks I assigned you in the past few years."
"Now, I think it's time to take on greater responsibilities." A ray of light flashed in Tifflin's eyes.
"Recently, the slaves in the Colosseum have been consumed severely. I need you to go to the ground to catch three slaves for me. These big and rough guys on the ground have not aroused the enthusiasm of the audience at all recently!"
Sattva's face froze when he heard this. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything for a long time.
Tifflin looked at Sattva's appearance and frowned and said, "What? You don't want to? The reward is five times that you usually escort the caravan!"
Orc warlock Okay lowered his head and took a breath of air conditioning behind Imrik, and whispered: "It's over, the boss will definitely not accept it."
Imrik narrowed his eyes and watched the development of things. Sure enough, Sattva raised his head and stammered at Tifflin, "Slave business. I don't want to interfere."
A trace of pain flashed in Sattva's eyes. The three of them were all slaves who suffered from pain and torture. This was an absolute taboo in his heart.
Tifflin's face turned cold, and he snorted and said, "You are really ignorant of esteem, Sattva, do you still want to talk about conscience in the dark area? OK, let me tell you, since you don't want to catch slaves for me,
From now on, you don’t want to be hired by me, or even anywhere in the Colosseum!”
Tifflin looked up and down at Xiasattva, and said in a subtle tone: "Or, you enter the Colosseum yourself? The famous Dark Blade Sattva will definitely cause a sensation." The Drow's elves had a painful expression. He knew in his heart that if they were banned by Leodi, his adventure team would be unable to move forward in Aredrin's city in the future, and his livelihood would be a problem.
Tifflin continued to say in a frivolous tone: "Don't say it, this is a really good idea. Participating in the Colosseum will not only get a large amount of gold coins, but if you perform well, you will be recognized by the noble ladies of several major families.
That's really developed!"
Tifflin said in a seductive tone: "How is it? Why not bet? You might as well bet. With your strength, as long as you are careful, you will definitely stand out among the group of waste and be recognized by those female Drown nobles."
Imrik's eyes lit up when he listened. His most troublesome thing was how to contact the ruling class here so that he could know more inside information about Aredrin City.
The left and right are just simulacies, and they die if they die. There is no limit on casting materials or even no penny. Participating in this Colosseum is an excellent opportunity for him.
So he spoke to the hesitant Sattva, saying, "I think this is a good opportunity. I also want to join. I don't know if there is a 2v2 duel mode here, and I can team up with you."
Satt looked up at Imrik in surprise, and Tifflin, who was beside him, quickly added: "Of course, there are three major modes in the Colosseum, 1v1, 2v2, and a big melee mode. You can completely form a team.
.”
Imrik smiled and said, "That's fine, how about Sattva? I plan to participate. If you want to participate, we can form a team."
Sattva's heart was tempted by Imrik's firm expression. Imrik's words mean that he had the determination to "firmly participate in the duel of the Colosseum", which further inspired Sattva's heart.
He can do it, can I? If there is a noble girl who falls in love with me, maybe I won’t have to live in a life-and-death way. I also have better conditions to help Rift and No. 46.
With this idea in mind, Sattva finally agreed: "I agree to participate, but I have a request."
Tifflin's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "You said, as long as I can do it, I can satisfy you."
Li Oudi was so happy that Sattva's fame was quite good in the Colosseum. As an old fry among adventurers, it can be said that the three players in the entire adventurer team are very good.
"Give me advance money to attend the Colosseum," Sattva said.
Li Oudi was a little hesitant when he heard this. In fact, most of the time they gave the money at the end, which would ensure that those unlucky guys who died in the middle of the journey did not need to pay their wages.
But the Dark Blade is different. Sattva's name is worth his advance payment. Li Oudi gritted his teeth and said with a painful face: "Okay, I can satisfy you."
Then he took out a dimensional bag and handed it to Sattva.
Sattva took the bag and looked at it, weighed the bag in his hand, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Riven firmly and said, "This money will be handed over to you for storage. Riven. If something happens to me, promise me to take care of No. 46 and live a good life with this money."
The orc's eyes were wet. Just as he was about to say something, Sattva stuffed the bag into his hand without saying a word.
No. 46 was still looking at the ground silently, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Sattva looked at No. 46 and said with a relaxed look: "I'm just keeping a backup plan. If I succeed,
You have to pay me back the money. You know the situation of No. 46. If no one commands him, he will stand and starve to death."
He looked at Rift seriously and said, "Promise me, Rift, don't give up No. 46."
Rift gritted his teeth and took the money bag. He wiped his wet eyes with his hairy hands, looked at Sattum firmly and said, "I promise you, boss, I'll wait for you to come back."
Sattva nodded with satisfaction. He was willing to bet on his life for his future, but he had to deal with his two companions who depended on each other.
Since he rescued the Rift and No. 46, they have been following the command of Sattva for so many years. For Sattva, these two teammates are more of a responsibility for him.
Imrik smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sattva, believe me, with my help, we will ascend to the championship throne of the Colosseum."