Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Nine Polestar Tower
"Um?"
At the moment when the devil's tattoo was formed, Lin Ming found that in front of him, a dwarf devil carrying a full-moon scimitar was looking at him. His eyes were like looking at prey. Beside him, there were several others.
Dwarf.
The scimitar dwarf devil chuckled and said: "Here comes another newcomer, a human again. I like humans the most. Such a pink and tender newcomer, with an innate level of cultivation... tsk tsk, he is only in his twenties, it must be very refreshing."
"
When the scimitar dwarf demon said this, several dwarf demons around him burst into laughter, and some whistled at Lin Ming. Once the blood killing order is used, it will temporarily merge with the warrior and form a demon tattoo.
Killing Lin Ming outside the killing field would not be able to obtain the evil energy from Lin Ming's body, and no one took action for a while.
Lin Ming glanced at the scimitar dwarf demon. The height of dwarf demons is generally only six feet. This dwarf demon is especially short, only five and a half feet. His face is wrinkled black skin with a lot of fine velvet growing on it.
He looked really shameless.
Ignoring the other party, Lin Ming walked directly towards the martial arts arena.
There were seven or eight guards standing at the entrance of the fighting arena. They stopped Lin Ming directly and said, "Pole Star Babel Tower, admission fee, a piece of middle-grade Blood Evil Crystal."
Pole Star Tower of Babel?
It seems that this is the name of the martial arts arena. It is really domineering, but the expensive admission fee is really staggering. You know, the divine blood pills sold in Hongri City before were only 100 middle-grade blood evil crystals.
After entering the martial arts arena a hundred times, it will be all spent.
Although the people who came to Polestar City are all sect geniuses, if they often go in and out of the martial arts arena, they may suffer from physical pain.
"Is it okay to use a low-grade blood evil crystal?" Lin Ming asked.
The guard of the martial arts arena looked at Lin Ming with slight disdain and said coldly: "Two hundred dollars for low-quality goods!"
One medium-grade Blood Fiend Crystal corresponds to one hundred low-grade Blood Fiend Crystals. However, the guard asked for 200 yuan when he asked for it, and his attitude was cold. Obviously, he paid the admission fee for the low-grade Blood Fiend Crystal and was not welcome.
Lin Ming didn't take it seriously and took out the low-grade Blood Evil Crystal from the Sumeru Ring. The quality of the low-grade Blood Evil Crystal obtained from the Mocang tribe was really not that good. When Lin Ming killed the six elders, he only got a few thousand pieces.
The low-grade Blood Fiend Crystals seemed to the warriors in Moyun Grassland to be extremely rich. However, when they came to the Blood Fiend Crystals, they were all spent after just a few uses. The gap between warriors was really too big.
Lin Ming took out three hundred yuan and paid it to the guard.
The guards of the martial arts arena impatiently took the three hundred low-grade blood evil crystals and let Lin Ming enter the martial arts arena.
"Are you allowed to let such a poor guy in?" another guard said.
"Since he wants to go in and die, let him go. These people always think that the Tower of Babel is a place where they can practice casually. After entering, they realize that they are just fertilizer." The guard who paid the fee before said disdainfully.
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Walking into the tall walls of the fighting arena hall, Lin Ming took a breath of cold air. Only then did he realize why this place was called the Pole Star Babel Tower. The height of the fighting arena hall was hundreds of feet high. It was originally built at six to seven thousand feet.
On the high cliff, coupled with this tower hundreds of feet high, it can really be called the sky.
The Tower of Babel is thin at the top and thick at the bottom, showing a conical shape. The upper part is hidden in the misty red mist. It seems inappropriate. This red mist is the evil spirit condensed into substance. Because of the shielding of these evil spirits, when viewed from a distance,
You can't see the Tower of Babel at all.
Lin Ming walked into the first floor of Babel Tower. He found that the internal structure of this fighting arena was far more complicated than he had imagined. Along the way, there were various small bars, restaurants, inns, and even a brothel.
Lin Ming had only taken a few steps when a group of well-dressed fans winked at Lin Ming. It seemed that most of their races were humans and fairies, and some were even warriors. However, after all, their talents were not good and their cultivation was too low to practice martial arts in this life.
They won't achieve anything big. On the contrary, engaging in the flesh and blood business and earning some blood stones can make their lives very comfortable.
The prostitutes from the human and elf tribes were fine. When Lin Ming saw a prostitute from the troll tribe and a dwarf demon tribe ogling him, he felt a twitch in his stomach. Even though he had a good mental quality.
, and almost vomited it out.
This prostitute from the troll tribe is a head taller than Lin Ming, tall and thick, with two rubber balls hanging on her chest. She has cyan skin and is coated with thick makeup. She is extremely disgusting, not to mention the dwarf demon tribe.
As I said, she is short in stature, has wrinkles on her face, and has dark skin. She looks like a monster old woman.
If he just saw this kind of prostitute, Lin Ming could barely accept it. After all, there are many warriors from the troll and dwarf tribe here, and they have special aesthetics.
However... when Lin Ming saw with his own eyes a male warrior from the goblin clan, dragging a prostitute from the troll clan into the room, he was completely speechless.
"What kind of taste does this goblin warrior have..." Lin Ming breathed a sigh of relief. It was hard to imagine the life of a warrior in Polestar City. Perhaps the hostility accumulated through years of fighting had twisted their hearts and they had to vent it out.
Doing things that others may see as completely perverted.
"This Tower of Babel is too big, covering an area of more than ten miles. It has all kinds of facilities. After paying the entrance fee, you can live here without going out for a long time. No wonder when I entered the Tower of Babel, the people outside were
There will be so few people.”
Lin Ming walked all the way to the large arena on the first floor of Babel Tower. When he opened the door of the arena, a noisy and corrupt atmosphere hit his face.
In the martial arts arena that Lin Ming had seen before, the competition was in the center, surrounded by ring-shaped stands. The audience sat in the stands neatly, either commenting on the battle or cheering. However, here, the ordinary concept of martial arts
The market was completely turned upside down.
This is a place of real killing and venting. There is a suffocating fanaticism in the air. There are tens of thousands of seats in the arena, but there are very few people actually sitting there. Most people stand on the seats and scream.
They were shouting, laughing wildly, waving their weapons.
Various races gathered together in large numbers, trolls, humans, elves...
The warriors of the Troll Clan are already ferocious and violent, but in such a scene, their nature is even more revealed. They roar and howl crazily, while in other places, even those young women of the Fairy Clan are stunningly beautiful.
Qingcheng, who is supposed to be a princess-like figure, now takes off their beautiful and reserved clothes, revealing their sexy skin and hot body. They are holding a bright red wine glass in their hands, and blood-like liquid is flowing out of the corners of their mouths. They look very coquettish.
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Lin Ming even saw that at the climax of the competition, a troll warrior pushed a female elf on the spot and violently entered her body. However, the female elf seemed to enjoy this kind of thing extremely and screamed wantonly.
In this martial arts arena, there are not only warriors, but also a large number of beautiful female slaves. They are carrying drinks and wearing pitiful clothes, short skirts that cannot even cover their buttocks. While serving drinks, they are ready to greet the warriors in the stands.
** and invasion.
This intertwined aura of alcohol and intoxication constantly provoked the nerves of the warriors present.
"Boom boom boom!"
In the center of the fighting arena, a troll held a long-handled battle ax and attacked a big human man arbitrarily. The big human man was also nine feet tall, with thick arms and round arms, but compared with the troll warrior, he looked smaller. Moreover, he
His strength is obviously not as good as that of the giant troll. He has been retreating steadily and is surrounded by dangers.
"Kill! Kill him!"
"Kill! Kill!"
The mania and strong evil spirit in the air, coupled with the catalysis of alcohol and intoxication, can easily make people lose their minds and fall into madness.
"Go to hell, haha!" The giant troll roared, kicked the human guy off balance, and then struck the opponent's back with an axe.
Click!
The spine was broken, and the heart was cut open from behind by a giant axe. The human warrior screamed and died!
"good!"
"Well played!"
"Zana, you are so brave!" a female troll screamed. Looking at her fanatical expression, it seemed that she wanted to rush to the stage immediately and have sex with Zana.
Zana is obviously the name of this giant demon man. The moment the human warrior arrived, a bloody evil spirit escaped from the body of the human warrior. Part of it dissipated, but most of it was inhaled by Zana.
in vivo.
After absorbing this evil spirit, Zana seemed to be taking opium, enjoying himself so much that he couldn't help but let out a wolf howl.
"Haha! It's great! Who else is coming up?" Zana still had more to say and shouted to the audience!
A human warrior who was probably a companion of the dead man saw his eyes split open when he saw the man die. He wanted to go up and cut Zana into pieces immediately, but he still resisted and did not go up. He knew very well that he was no match at all.
Going up is the same end.
"Orcs and human scum, cowards, don't any of you dare to come up? Come on, let me taste your delicious blood! You despicable people, it is your honor to die in my hands
,Ha ha ha ha!"
Zana laughed wantonly, and with his laughter, the other trolls in the audience also laughed, also laughing at the orcs and humans. In this Polestar City, only those with enough strength can survive and win.
The qualification to be respected by others, otherwise they will be trampled and killed wantonly.
Both humans and orcs are synonymous with cowardice.
"**, you're too arrogant." A human warrior wanted to go up, but was stopped by his companion, "Don't be impulsive, he has won five games in a row. This guy's strength is definitely the best among the first floors of Babel Tower.
The top ones, three human warriors and two half-orc warriors fell under his giant ax just now. Our strength is not necessarily stronger than those who came on stage just now. If we go up, we will die."
"Fuck!" The human warrior cursed and finally endured it.
Lin Ming was right next to this human warrior, and he could hear their conversation clearly.
"That person just said that Zana's strength is top-notch among the first floors of the Tower of Babel. So with each level of the Tower of Babel, the strength of the participating warriors will increase a lot..." Lin Ming murmured to himself,
"It's better for me to pass this first level as soon as possible. Only by practicing at higher levels can I hone my strength." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support