The stands of the Northern Arena were filled with about one-tenth of the seats.
As a gladiatorial arena that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, this is already a considerable number.
You must know that in the past, there were only a few dozen people scattered in this northern arena. Even the cheers and applause of the audience had to be simulated by the lich using magic on the side. It was so miserable that it was beyond words.
to describe it.
Since signing a strategic cooperation agreement with the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, and after several bloody battles in the arena, there have been more and more people in the stands.
Liches are no longer even needed to create clapping and cheering sounds.
In the arena, dozens of goblins were shouting and fighting together. Magical firelight and special effects were flying everywhere, and bladder bombs were exploding in the crowd.
The whole arena was buzzing, banging, banging, ahhhh, and it didn't take long for the fight to become a mosaic.
The spectators in the stands were very excited. Not long after, the battle below ended and everyone stood up and applauded.
In the arena, those mosaic-covered bodies quickly turned into magic and disappeared. The victors either cheered or stood silently in a daze, but they were quickly taken away from the venue before the staff.
The equipment was collected by other staff, and someone came over to clean the arena.
"Haha, Lord Sherlock! Your gladiators are so powerful! Thanks to their magic, desperate fighting, and various traps, the business of the gladiatorial arena has begun to recover again! Committee, right
Very satisfied with your gladiator!"
The poison-skinned man stood on the VIP stand, holding the railing with both hands and holding a red-hot uranium rod in his mouth. Mushroom clouds and sizzling sounds were constantly coming out.
Sherlock stood on the edge, with a cautious Evelin behind him.
"This is what a gladiator should do. What are the arrangements for individual and group battles in our gladiatorial arena?"
Sherlock looked at the poisonous man beside him and asked.
"Well, in the northern underground world, arrangements have been made for all the one hundred gladiatorial arenas that have been built in total. The board of directors has received financing from the merchant alliance and will be completed soon. In fact, compared with ladders, battlefields, etc.
Waiting for these elements you mentioned to us, the board of directors is more looking forward to the chicken-eating model you mentioned."
The poison-skinned man reached out and took down the uranium rod, spit out a large mushroom cloud, then shook his fat body and said:
"Hundreds of people, in order to eat a roast chicken, are constantly gathering towards the central location we selected under the restrictions of rounds of elimination circles. Various weapons and equipment are scattered across the big map to pick up.
Everyone carries a tracking devil's eye with them to monitor them, so that the audience can switch to understand the battle situation at any time. This idea is really genius. Lord Sherlock, you are really a genius in gladiatorial combat."
"Well, this model is indeed a model that I am very optimistic about, but the hardware requirements are relatively high. The venue must be large, the landscaping must be rich, and there must be many terrains, including mountains, hills and seas. It is best to come again
You can click on a magic scroll, tear it open and throw it on the enemy's position. It must have that kind of special effect. These are a huge amount."
Sherlock said earnestly.
"No problem, it's only been a month, and I've already relied on Lord Sherlock and your gladiators to make the business so good. I believe it won't be long before we can return to our former glory!"
The poison-skinned man stretched out his hands and shouted.
Seeing that the poison-skinned man was so ambitious, ideal, and ambitious, Sherlock felt relieved. The two of them settled the expenses for the last month of fighting in the gladiatorial arena, and then went to find a place to have a good discussion.
In addition to the fresh gameplay of roasting chicken, there are other gameplays, such as battlefield, where hundreds of people from both sides compete for resource points in complex terrain and calculate scores. In short, they try to simulate a real war as much as possible. This kind of gladiatorial battle must have its own merits.
Marketing.
Two people can still have fun discussing it.
On the other side, players continue to play their games.
The Fishman Swamp outside Exit 2.
A spear was thrust into the mouth of a giant lizard. Hoe He held the spear tightly and held a huge kite-shaped shield in one hand. Several goblins and several kobolds were besieging the three giant lizards.
A goblin holding two daggers pulled it out towards the buttocks and back of one of the giant lizards, but soon the giant lizard turned around and blocked the goblin's attempt to attack further. There was already a person holding a dagger.
A huge shield blocked the goblin's face.
Behind the giant lizard, a goblin took a long lasso and immediately put it on one of the giant lizard's legs. Several other people also held long lassoes and were waiting on the side.
suitable time.
Players are now quite skilled at doing this kind of thing. In the Murloc Swamp, as long as the players don't wander around and run away when they see groups of monitor lizards, usually two or three monitor lizards can be dealt with.
Don’t worry about not finding the monitor lizard, as long as you guard the muddy ground in the swamp, the monitor lizard will basically come!
It didn't take long for Hoe He and his gang to pay for all three monitor lizards, tie them up with lassoes, and then slowly grind them to death with spears. This could preserve the integrity of the monitor lizard skins to the maximum extent, after all.
The more complete the giant lizard is, the more murloc reputation it will be exchanged for.
"It's done. Why is this daily task so difficult? One person turned in three giant lizards. Oh my god, I don't want to do it today and do it tomorrow."
Burning Chest Hair, who was holding two daggers, sat down on the ground. His calf was scratched by the giant lizard's claws, and his flesh was bloody.
But since there was no pain, I didn't care about the burning chest hair.
"Wouldn't it be nice if you got a spear?"
The armor-clad Hoe He next to him is holding a long spear, and the kobold is paired with a long spear. Although it feels a bit inconsistent, it is still very useful when fighting monitor lizards.
"This is called faith. My faith is the dagger crit battle! Why doesn't Arthur change his spear? It's still faith, he is the sword!"
Burning Chest Hair said loudly.
"You are the bitch! What did you say about my brother Arthur?"
Sylvanas stretched out her fist and punched the burning chest hair.
"No, I mean Arthur's faith is sword weapons."
Burning Chest Hair finished speaking with a smile, and several people around him also joked:
"Then your belief should be dagger."
"The Dagger King's chest hair."
"No, it should be called Huomao."
With his burning chest hair brushing, he raised his two daggers and shouted:
"Today I will show you how powerful the critical strike dagger battle is!"
Several people took out their weapons one after another and expressed their intention to fight with the rich man.
But this is just a joke, everyone is a first-test player, and the guild name "Pioneer Alliance" is written under their names.
A few people quarreled for a while, then dragged the corpses of the three monitor lizards towards the Murloc Village. In the underground passage, after more than a month, a blurry line had been stepped on by the players.
The muddy path is here.
Several people were walking along the road and chatting:
"I haven't seen much of Arthur recently. Doesn't Arthur do daily tasks?"
one of the goblins asked.
"Arthur went to receive the award." Umekawa Kuzi said easily.
"Receive an award? What award?" Sylvanas was stunned for a moment, and the others also had confused expressions on their faces.
"Wo Cao? You don't know? Arthur didn't tell you? He acted bravely a few days ago and beat away three knife-wielding robbers, and he went to receive the reward for his bravery." After Umekawa Kuzi finished speaking, everyone else started to "Wang Cao"
The grass has grown:
"Wocao! How can you be so fierce? Do you dare to hit a knife-wielding gangster?"
"Are you so stupid?"
"Wait a minute, is it from Beijing? I've seen this news online!"
"Oh my God, my academic performance skyrocketed when I played games. Arthur became a martial arts master when he played games."
"It was probably the bodyguard who hit him. Arthur is a wealthy man. Is it normal to bring a bodyguard with him when he goes out?"
"No way, I haven't seen Ma Yun and Ma Huateng with bodyguards either."
Several people were chatting when Sylvanas suddenly frowned and looked at Umekawa Kuzi:
"Wait, why did Arthur tell you alone but not me? You must be a girl, right?"
"What the hell..."
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