Menethil's Power

Chapter 212 The Island of Evil

King City of Lordaeron, the old town in the southwest.

There have been six expansions in the history of the Royal City. It has developed from a small settlement by Lake Lordamere to the majestic city it is today, constantly becoming more prosperous.But as the original area, the old city gradually declined. After the last batch of decent residents moved out, this area completely became a paradise for underground forces, thieves, gamblers, prostitutes, gangsters, escaped criminals, everything The gray or even black industries that are not allowed by the bright side are flourishing here. Every day, many vicious or desperate people flock to the old city, but the magic is that the total population here has never increased.

Those hooligans wandering the streets who specialize in blackmailing newcomers are acutely aware that there are two more weird visitors in the Old Town today. They wear wide cloaks to hide their identities, but they don't know that this attire makes them extraordinarily conspicuous.

Although the two men in black robes concealed their appearance, the muscular figure that could still be revealed through the cloak prevented the hooligans from acting rashly. A few gangsters followed behind them, trying to observe their reality.One of the two cloakers, our Prince Isaacs, didn't seem to feel the tail behind him. He observed the surrounding ancient buildings with great interest. Of course, he had heard of the old city called "Sinful Land", But it's actually the first time I've been here.

There must be evil behind the light, and evil thoughts and desires are an indelible part of human nature.Existence is reasonable. The reason why the old city can be reduced to such a gray area, in addition to reflecting the evil of human nature, is also a very important reason why there are several high-ranking nobles behind it. After all, the profit-making efficiency of these gray or black industries It is not comparable to legitimate industries.

In fact, the kingdom also acquiesced to the status quo of the old city, but did not relax the control here. While maintaining the law and order on the surface, a considerable number of soldiers blocked all the entrances and exits of the old city, isolating it into an isolated island. So that in and out must take the waterway of Lake Lordamere.

After astutely ascertaining that the street prostitute was wearing a breast pad and had at least two layers of powder on her face, Isaacs' curiosity was finally temporarily satisfied, "Where is our destination?" He asked asked the head.The scene is a little weird because the direction in which he turns his head is actually empty.

"Go forward, turn left again, there is still about 300 meters away." Valeera's voice sounded next to the young prince's ear. It is a breeze for a hero-level thief to hide himself in such a complicated environment. For a moment Isaacs couldn't tell where she was.

I have to say that the efficiency of the Uncrowned is really high. Isaacs just had a temporary idea, and they mastered the information he needed within half an hour.

"Hey! Come on, boy, don't get pulled down." Isaacs yelled at Thrall behind him.In order to conceal the appearance of the orc, Thrall's cloak was much tighter than that of Isaacs. The young orc was still watching everything around him curiously. This was the first time he had personally come to a place where humans gathered.After hearing Isaacs' order, he immediately stepped up.

The destination of Isaacs is a small tavern, which has the same style as the whole street from the outside. It is the kind of dilapidated medieval style. Isaacs pushes open the door of the tavern, and a smell of alcohol and tobacco is mixed. The smell of fat, powder, and strong sweat rushed towards his face. Even though he was already a heroic paladin, Isaacs couldn't help but stagnate.

A young woman with heavy make-up came over immediately after seeing Isaacs. Her skin was a little dark yellow, but her figure was very predictable. In this environment, she was still wearing a revealing low-cut dress, her profession was self-evident.Lordaeron's law does not allow brothels, so most women who want to make money choose to find customers in crowded places like taverns.

She pretended to be soft and pressed her palm on Isaacs' chest, "Are you new here? Would you mind buying me a drink?"

The voice was pleasant, but Isaacs didn't feel much, "I'd be happy to buy you a drink, ma'am, but I think my friends need you more." He said in a gentlemanly manner, pointing to Thrall behind him, " He's got a lot of gold and doesn't mind helping a lady in financial trouble."

The whore took a look at him, and then with a more charming smile, she affected the completely inexplicable Sal, "Hello, sir, you look really strong..."

Isaacs, who was out of trouble, walked towards the bar. The bearded tavern owner was wiping the glasses with a large rag, but it didn't seem to have any effect. The glasses were still yellowish and looked very dirty.

"Welcome to the Song of the Dead Tavern! What do you want to drink, buddy? You are the first one not to be fascinated by Nianna, so I decided to treat you to a glass of fire spirits in private." The hotel owner said very excitedly .

"No need." Isaacs refused, and he took out a piece of parchment, on which a cross was drawn with a red dye that resembled blood.This is the credential that the Uncrowned gave him as proof of identity.

The tavern owner put away the parchment calmly, and continued with a normal face: "What? You doubt the quality of my wine, you should go to the wine cellar to have a look, especially the third barrel from the left on the upper floor , that's our best drink!"

The third bucket from the left on the upper floor, Isaacs memorized it silently. He was about to greet Thrall when he suddenly heard a suppressed growl from the orc. The lady Niana was pushed to the ground by Thrall. At the same time, the young The orc was still clutching his vitals between his legs, looking quite annoyed, as if he didn't understand why this female human had to touch his private parts with her hands.

Isaacs laughed dumbfounded, and then he remembered that Thrall was only an 11-year-old boy, but because of the talent of the orc race, he had a physique not inferior to that of an adult male human.The young prince used a few gold coins to settle the wrath of Ms. Niana in Shanghai because Thrall was not amorous, and then led the orc into the wine cellar.

According to the usual practice, the wine cellar was directly below the tavern, and there was no one in it at this time, and Valeera, who had been following stealthily, finally revealed her faint figure.Isaacs quickly found the wine barrel suggested by the tavern owner. He pondered for a while, and then twisted the only movable thing on the wine barrel—its lid.

This obviously touched some mechanism. With the sound of the mechanical gears turning and the friction between the stones, the innermost wall of the wine cellar suddenly moved away, revealing a staircase leading to the ground.

Isaacs and Valeera glanced at each other, "This should be the place we are looking for." The young prince concluded, leading the two of them into the room without hesitation.

The passage was dark, and it was longer than expected. Isaacs walked up the stairs for almost 5 minutes, and then he heard a faint noise. He continued down, and soon saw the light source, which was a There was a thick oak door, with a little light shining through the cracks in the door. Isaacs stepped forward gently and opened the wooden door.Then an empty wine bottle flew past his eyes and smashed to pieces on the solid flagstone floor.

The thrower is a well-dressed middle-aged man, who seems to be the kind of good citizen who has a decent job and abides by the law, which is very common in a royal city.But at this time, his nose was reddish, he looked like he had drunk a lot, and he was muttering curses all the time, completely unaware of his offense to Isaacs.

There are many people in the same state as him, filling the entire three floors of seats, and the reason why they are so excited is a human gladiator who is carefully rotating around a huge crocodile in the field in the center of the stand.

Obviously, this is a huge underground colosseum, and it is obviously built on the basis of the large-scale underground building cluster in the royal city, so it is extremely wide.

"Hit it, you coward!"

"Eat him, death wheel!"

It seems that both humans and crocodiles have their own supporters.

Isaacs was not interested in this kind of battle, and he quickly found a waiter who sold drinks. "Where is the manager here?" He asked bluntly.

The waiter gave him directions.

Of course, Isaacs would not directly meet the person in charge of the Colosseum without revealing his identity. Even if he showed some financial resources, in the end it was still a young man under 30 years old who looked very energetic. He, "Hi sir, I'm Samuel Hunter the receptionist. Would you like to place a bet or go up and play two?"

"It's not me, it's him." Isaacs pointed behind him, signaling Thrall to show his true colors.The green-faced and long-fanged face did not surprise the human receptionist, he whistled instead, "A strong orc, it seems that you are going to be a 'player'!"

"Player?" Isaacs found this title very interesting.

"Yes, 'player' refers to the person who controls the gladiators." Samuel explained: "There are very few independent gladiators, and most of them are villains and criminals. They often need a backer, and' Players also need gladiators to kill each other to create benefits, and that's pretty much the relationship between the two."

The bloody fight between gladiators is nothing more than a game in the eyes of 'players'.

Samuel skillfully took out a notebook and began to write and draw, "According to regulations, to become a 'player' you must pay [-] gold coins to prove that you are qualified to participate in this game."

Isaacs nodded, "Yes." Ten thousand gold coins is nothing more than a small amount to him now.

Samuel looked at the man who was still wearing a hooded cloak until now, showing only half of his chin, his eyes couldn't help being a little respectful, no matter what the identity of the other party, it must be a man who can take out [-] gold without blinking an eye figure.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

Isaacs pondered for a while, "Just call me Mr. Tyronn."

"Okay, Mr. Tyron, you are now one of the honorable players of the underground fighting club." Samuel closed the notebook, "Please wait a moment, the corresponding identity certificate will be delivered soon. If you If you want to start playing now, I recommend that you buy a few experienced old gladiators first, and I can introduce them for you. After all, although your orc slaves are strong, they are not yet adults, so they may not be able to adapt to this situation. High-intensity confrontation."

It has to be said that the arena receptionist's vision is very accurate.

"No, he is the only gladiator I have." Isaacs refused, "If possible, let him play now."

"Now?" Samuel was taken aback, "but today's arrangement is all about human and beast confrontation, and the opponent beast is the Wheel of Death, a five-ton saltwater king crocodile. This ferocious guy was sent to kill him in half a month. 64 Gladiator, we don't even need to feed it..."

Suddenly there was a mournful howl in the arena, and the audience in the stands immediately became excited.Samuel sighed, "It's No.60 five now, are you really sure you want your orc gladiator to play now?"

"I'm sure." Isaacs nodded.

Kind persuasion was ineffective, Samuel could only obey, after all, he was just a powerless receptionist. "I'll make arrangements now." He was about to leave, but was stopped by Isaacs, "According to what you said at the beginning, it seems that you can still place a bet?"

"That's right, sir, we provide such a service, and now those almost crazy odds in the stands are all won by buying the wheel of death."

"Are they 'players' too?"

"No, they are just ordinary guests who have received invitations. Most of them are good citizens and minor nobles with some assets. They come here specifically for excitement because their lives are too ordinary."

"If it's my orc slave against that crocodile, what are the odds?"

"This can't be determined at the moment. It needs to be accurately tested on your gladiator's various strength indicators."

Isaacs thought it was very interesting. The kingdom did not measure the specific value of the soldiers' physical fitness when recruiting soldiers, but this so-called "underground fight club" was able to do it, because it was related to their income from opening a gambling table. The root cause of human progress.

Samuel left in a hurry, but Isaacs was still quite leisurely, and he didn't feel guilty at all for throwing Comrade Sal into the fire pit, and Sal didn't show any resistance, no matter whether it was from Teresa or the shelter The influence of the old shaman in Li made him understand that at least for now he must show an attitude of submission to Isaacs.

The battle on the duel field continued, and another unlucky gladiator appeared on the stage. His warhammer had almost no effect on the emperor crocodile with seven or eight woods of armor, and was quickly bitten on the thigh. The emperor crocodile that succeeded Without hesitation, he turned sideways and began to roll in death. The huge potential energy brought by his weight was transmitted to the miserable gladiator. He only had time to let out a scream, and his body was torn into two pieces, and blood flowed all over the sky.

No wonder this king crocodile has become known as the death wheel.

There was another side of cheering in the stands. These audiences may be ordinary people who are gentle and even cowardly, but in this stand, in this atmosphere, they can face the horror scene of wild beasts brutally killing and devouring human beings. They were elated and cheering, just because the cruelty of the emperor crocodile would bring us negligible benefits and enough brutal pleasure.

Perhaps this is true human nature.

(End of this chapter)